As soon as he raised his foot, he kicked something.
When I looked down, I saw a black wallet.
The wallet is not hers, so to speak, it belongs to the man just now.
She chased him all the way to the gate on the ground floor before catching up with the man who was waiting for the bus with his friends.
"Sir, I think this should be your thing." She handed the wallet to the man.
The man took the wallet, looked at it, and said, "Yes, it's mine, thank you."
When she heard the man's voice again, she felt that his voice was very similar to Han Murphy, and she was stunned before saying, "You're welcome."
Returning to the restaurant upstairs, she found Crystal frantically looking for her.
Seeing that she had returned safely, Crystal excitedly held her hand and said, "Luckily you are okay, otherwise, I would have had the urge to ask them to pry open all the toilet doors."
Could it be that she looked confused? So confused that she would drown in the toilet?
Regarding this point, Shuijing was very sure and said resolutely: She is the kind of fool who doesn't even know she is in love with him. No matter what kind of man he is, once he gets entangled with her, he will definitely be tormented by her. His body was covered with bruises, and he couldn't survive or die.
Regarding Crystal's comments, she smiled and said nothing, thinking that they must be nonsense in astrology books.
How could a woman who seemed so rational like her be so "so-so"?
What's more, she is the one who can't live or die now, not Han Murphy.
If one day, Han Feifei could not survive or die for her, then all the suffering and hatred of these days would be avenged.
But, does she really hate Han Murphy that much?
In the afternoon, Xiaoxiao went to an advertising company for an interview.
Because she had never had any work experience in this field, she had no confidence in succeeding in the interview.
It's not just a matter of luck.
To her surprise, she saw the man at noon again and found out that his name was He Yongming and he was the boss of an advertising company.
It turns out that work, like love, is all about fate.
The interview was successful, the contract was signed, and going to work was as smooth as a dream.
And Han Murphy also seemed to have disappeared from her life. After accompanying Zheng Tianai on his sweet trip to Shanghai, he went directly to New York.
When will we return to Shanghai? No one knows.
How many times did she pick up the phone and want to call Han Murphy, but gave up.
Who knows what he is doing? If I call him, he is at work or sleeping...I am afraid he will give me a scolding.