512. If you want to get something back, do one thing for me first (2)
Lying on the hospital bed, his chest hurts more and more. It is said that women are men's ribs, and even if his body recovers from the future, he will still hurt.
Because he lost one rib! That rib is Mu Yiyi!
She said, they were cleared!
She chose Han Zhenyu, who was the scumbag, but she didn't choose him. She didn't even think about giving him a chance to explain. He was not a man who likes to explain, but he was willing to change to keep her...
Can't she choose to believe him desperately after pouring so much love to her?
In this world, she was the only one who stepped on his heart with her feet!
Damn woman, he will not go to her deliberately, as long as she hits her in his arms again, he will definitely kill her!
Mu Yiyi, it’s best not to let me meet you, never want to!
The hand holding the cufflinks was pressed against the back of his hand, and tears wet his hands.
Although he hated her so much in his heart, he still couldn't help but miss her, miss her, and miss her...
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Casablanca, commonly known as Casa Casa, is Morocco's largest city.
Looking at the city from the sea, there are blue sky and sea water above and below, with a high and low white contour line in the middle. Sometimes the waves in the Atlantic Ocean are surging, but the water in the harbor is not stirring.
The hotels, hotels and various entertainment facilities along the coast are hidden under rows of neat and tall palm and orange trees, and have their own unique and attractive features.
Mu Yiyi was lying in a hotel room with a very classical charm. She looked sideways and looked out the window in a daze.
In her hand was a Sue Silk Pawn and an Euro coin, which was the only thing she had left behind on her body.
"Are you awake?" Lin Siquan, carrying two bags of takeaway, pushed open the door and walked in, with a very lethal smile on his handsome face.
He was wearing a white shirt and dark trousers, and such simple clothes could not hide his inherent aristocratic temperament.
Mu Yiyi stuffed the things in his hand under the pillow, sat up slowly, and looked at him and smiled.
She seemed to want to smile casually, but the sadness in her eyes could not be covered up.
These days, the wound she had sewn was recovering little by little, but she had not told Lin Siquan about the thunder and wind, and Lin Siquan did not ask.
"Eat more, you are not alone now!" Lin Siquan put the food box on the coffee table, found the spoon and handed it to Mu Yiyi's left hand.
"Thank you! Si Quan!"
"Why are you polite to me?" Lin Siquan smiled at the corner of his mouth, elegant and natural.[
After dinner, Lin Siquan packed the food box and asked, "Does your wound still hurt?"
"No more, it's just sometimes itchy. I think it's getting better." After saying that, Mu Yi paused and continued, "Si Quan, you are different from before!"
Lin Siquan was stunned at first, then looked at the small but clean room. If it were before, they should have lived in the presidential suite!
When having a meal, you either ask for room service or go to the best restaurant. Where can I order takeout?
"I'm bankrupt!" he said with a smile, maybe this is a reasonable explanation.
"Is it because...save me?"
"Don't! Don't think too much, it's not because of you!" The mission was unsafe, and all his funds accounts and connections used to conceal his identity were not dared to touch.