He wanted to tell her that he regretted it. He wanted to hate her, but he couldn't. From beginning to end, she had never done anything bad to him. She had always treated him well in her own way, and she had never done anything bad to him.
Having said that she was Yu Yishan, she kept asking others to call her You'er, as if she had found a good excuse.
He made the call.
"Sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off, please wait..."
Over and over again, every time it was a mechanical female voice.
I no longer had that patience, the phone was thrown to the ground, and the noisy sound continued.
He suddenly remembered that in that trap, that night, she asked him: What would you do if one day you found out that I had lied to you?
He still remembered that day he said: I will hate you and never forgive you.
She said she would leave before he found out, so that even if he hated her, she wouldn't know. Does that woman think so? Has she already left?
He still remembered that she said to him yesterday: Dead Iceberg, is this the result you want? Don't worry, I will leave and I will never appear in your sight again in my life.
Did you really leave like this?
"Fan Lin, check where she went?"
"Master, are you talking about Miss Yu?"
"Um!"
"Last night, she had already left by plane, together with Huangfu Ming. Because it was a private plane, we couldn't find out their whereabouts."
When your son was on the plane, Chu Yuheng called. Chu Yuheng was your uncle, so your son got on the plane to the United States as soon as he got off the plane.
Sometimes, it is just a thought, but the years are mottled by wasted time. Searching, searching, searching, love goes round and round, will it return to the starting point again?
The weather was as gloomy as Satan's eye, gloomy, thick fog filled the sky, visibility was less than ten meters, and heavy rain poured down, sweeping everything in the world with the breath of death.
On the narrow mountain road, a black Bentley was speeding at a suicidal speed. The body of the car could not be seen clearly, and only the rapidly retreating rocks and trees could be seen.
"Master, it will be dangerous if you speed up any more. Slow down."
In the passenger seat, a man, who looked about 20 years old, reminded Nangong Yi's assistant Fan Lin. They are now in Shangjing City, You'er's hometown. They have been here for two days and have not found Miss Yu.
, now, I can no longer call you Miss Yu, it should be Miss Youer.