After deleting the things on her phone, Ling Momo took out a cardboard box from the room and began to organize the things Lu Niange gave her.

The necklace he gave on her birthday, the watch he gave on Valentine's Day, the shoes he bought for her while shopping... Behind everything is the time she and Lu Niange spend together.

She has used all these things, and it is not good to go back. She took her mobile phone and found the prices of the official website one by one, and then recorded them in the memo one by one.

When she finished collecting all these things, it was already dawn outside the window.

She was unwilling to keep it for a moment, so she picked up a coat and put it on her pajamas, changed into pairs of shoes, and then went downstairs with those things in her arms.

She ran back and forth three times, and finally threw away all the things Lu Niange gave her.

When she threw things on the third trip, the aunt who was in Chenxiao was rummaging around the trash can and most of the things she threw were good. While turning them over, she was not sure whether she really wanted them anymore?

Ling Momo nodded and calmly replied, "No," thrown the cardboard box in his hand into the trash can, and turned back upstairs.

Vaguely, she heard the aunt behind her muttering that the young people nowadays were really wasted.

When she got home, Ling Momo went to take a shower. She hadn't eaten since she got home yesterday afternoon. She made some food for herself in the kitchen, filled her stomach, and returned to the bedroom, lay on the bed and closed her eyes.

After all, I really loved it, and I didn't feel anything at all. That was definitely fake. But when she thought of the albums and circle of friends that were almost empty on her mobile phone, she still had half of her wardrobe, but she was sad but she felt indescribable relaxation.

This feeling was like she gritted her teeth and cut off the rotten piece of flesh in her heart with a cruel heart. Although the process was really painful, only in this way could she be completely healed.

Otherwise, the rotten piece of meat would only be repeated over and over again, endlessly, and in the end, her whole body would rot.

Although Li Qingshen's words hurt her very much, he did make her realize the reality.

In this world, no one will really accommodate her except her deceased grandmother.

In the past, she was protected by her grandmother so well that she felt that the world was beautiful and there was not so much malicious.

When she was a child, no one taught her to be defensive. Now, the blows brought to her by reality should also be made to let her learn and remember this truth.

She was miserable, but no one would sympathize with her.

The person who really loves her has left this world.

So she has to learn to feel sorry for herself.

Ling Momo slowly closed her eyes, pulled the quilt over her head, covered her face, and then hid in the dark quilt and wiped her tears secretly.

Ling Momo slept for a long time this time, and when she woke up, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

The first time she got up was to wash her face and brush her teeth, and get food for herself.

The PK opportunity she finally won for herself was ruined by her. She had nothing else to do now, and she had no plans to go out. She just wanted to let herself emptie for two days, so she filled her stomach and went back to her room to lie down.

After eating, sleeping, sleeping, and eating, two days later, doing nothing like a rice insect, Ling Momo woke up one morning and looked at the rising sun outside the window, and suddenly felt like she was a different life.

She got out of bed, walked to the window in her slippers, opened the window, smelled the fresh air in the morning, and looked at the newly bloomed roses downstairs last night, and realized that it seemed that she hadn't seen such a scenery everywhere for a long time.

Life is full of beauty, but she was once immersed in hatred. She did not make Jian Chenxi pay the price, but instead tortured herself tortured by no one or no ghost.

Looking back now, the reason why she was taken in that kind of photo, she had no impression of it at all. It should be that Jian Chenxi had tampered with the wine.

At that time, she would only be angry and complaining blindly, but never wanted to notice these things.

Just like the text message from Lu Niange she received a few days ago, it should be Jian Chenxi's masterpiece, or Lu Niange is helping her. The car accident on the viaduct is also related to them.

It doesn't matter anymore, these are not important anymore.

Everything before, if she loses, she will lose. No matter how crazy she goes and is unwilling to accept it, it will never turn into her winning.

She still wants to get what Jian Chenxi owes her, but she can't become a devil full of hatred for her.

She was tortured by Jian Chenxi to the point of being dirty and ugly for so long. She gained wisdom after suffering. She had eaten so many of hers and should be awake now.

When Ling Momo thought of this, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She closed her eyes and sniffed the fragrance of flowers in the morning with force.

When she opened her eyes again, she felt like she was alive.

Unlike before, although I am alive, I live very tired and exhausted, and I have no vitality at all.

She still wants to go to Li Qingshen. After all, it is a myth. He can teach her a lot of things and she needs to learn it well.

Only when you learn what you really have in your mind is what you really have.

It doesn’t matter if I missed this PK game. In the future, people always have to look forward, always look forward...

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Ling Momo immediately contacted Li Qingshen without any haste. She was full of hatred for too long and suddenly figured it out. She suddenly got so sleepy that she just wanted to sleep every day.

She didn't think she was so sleepy before. In the next two days, she almost couldn't wake up.

As the new week comes, she is thinking about going to the supermarket to buy some ingredients on Monday, and carrying Li Qingshen to the villa halfway up the mountain. At 11 o'clock on Sunday evening, she received a call from Li Qingshen.

Ling Momo looked at the caller ID and was stunned for two seconds before sliding the screen to answer.

She opened her mouth and thought that she was having an unpleasant quarrel a few days ago, and for a moment she was a little confused whether she should call the teacher.

She was confused like something. On the other side of the phone, Li Qingshen's voice came over, calm and cold, as if nothing had happened a few days ago: "Tomorrow night, at 8 o'clock, the second floor of the palace will be held in the living room."

ps: Ling Momo: From now on, I, Niuhulu, Ling Momo??
Chapter completed!