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Chapter 293 Kiss me hard(1/2)

The sad and bitter laughter forced He Qidong to turn his head and raise his eyes.

Those bright eyes reflected a sad smile.

He Qidong's throat felt tight.

Her thin lips raised slightly, "..."

But he couldn't find any words to comfort Deng Wanzhou.

yes.

He has experienced love that cannot be achieved. In the past ten years, has Deng Wanzhou not experienced the same thing?

Deng Wanzhou laughed bitterly again.

"A Dong, you know, Jingxiao advised me, if I can't bite you, stop nibbling and let me let go. I don't lack men around me."

"I've been chewing on you for eight years. Even a hard bone can be chewed off."

"Do you think I'm annoying? You just broke up with someone else, and I immediately came back to you."

"It's annoying, isn't it?"

He Qidong: "No..."

Love is something that really cannot be forced.

Just like him and Qiao Qiao.

It was obviously him who met Qiao Qiao first.

Obviously he and Qiao Qiao were childhood sweethearts who grew up together.

But Qiao Qiao could only hold one man in her heart.

He raised his lips and said calmly, "Mr. Deng, I can't give you the love you want, and I don't want to delay you."

Love is too tiring.

He doesn't want to get involved anymore.

He wants to live alone.

Perhaps it was because Deng Wanzhou was indeed in the same boat as him, so his eyes softened when he looked at Deng Wanzhou.

He persuaded me kindly, "Mr. Deng, you really should stop wasting your time on me."

"Can you please stop calling me Mr. Deng and call me Wanzhou, or Wanwan?"

He Qidong pursed his lips tightly.

I have no intention of changing my tune.

"Forget it." Deng Wanzhou smiled bitterly.

He raised his hands and covered his eyes.

She didn't want He Qidong to see her tears of disappointment.

The mist stained the eyes and eyelashes, making them wet.

The seams on my hands are also wet.

He turned around and wiped it.

When she looked back at He Qidong again, the bright and lively smile returned to her eyes.

"A Dong, falling in love with you is really troublesome."

"But I'm not afraid of trouble."

"Sooner or later, you will call me Wanwan again and again."

"When the time comes, I'm afraid you won't be able to shout enough."

snort!

Then we'll take care of him slowly.

Anyway, she has a lot of patience.

At this time, the plane had already flown into the sky.

Outside the sunshade, there are thousands of miles of clouds with unique scenery.

Looking at those clouds, Deng Wanzhou took a deep breath, adjusted her breathing, and cheered herself up in her heart:

Come on, let alone a hard rock, even if it is a cold piece of thousand-year-old black iron, she will chew it off for him.

Airport Road under thousands of miles of altitude.

A Rolls-Royce was weaving in the traffic.

Because there were children in the car today, Xiao Chen drove very carefully.

Behind and behind the Rolls-Royce were several black Mercedes-Benzes.

Little An'an looked at the following cars from time to time and asked curiously:

"Dad, why do you always have so many followers around you every time I see you?"

Followers are bodyguards.

It's just that little An'an doesn't know.

Little An'an also doesn't know that her aloof father is the richest man in Pengcheng.

"Dad, will you be like your uncle and suddenly leave us one day?"

"uncle?"

"That's the big boy."

"Why did the eldest son become an uncle?"

"The eldest son said that my uncle is the closest relative to little An'an and his mother."

Shangluca was thoughtful.

It’s really hard to understand why Qidong.

This man can be treated like a brother.

He regained his consciousness and touched little An'an's head, "Dad will never leave you and mom again."

"Pull the hook."

Little Anan stretched out her little finger with a fleshy socket.

Hooking the little finger extended by the cold father.

Her hands are small, especially her little fingers, which are soft and cute.

Phytolacca's heart melted.

It seems that the little cute baby doesn't dislike him, it's just that he spends too little time with her.

Probably because he was tired, the little cute baby fell asleep in Phytolacca's arms.

At this time, Shanglu looked at Qiao Qiao, who was sitting next to him and leaning in front of the car window, dazed.

Outside the window, the autumn mood is desolate.

Rows of ginkgo trees had their leaves blown off by the wind.

The leaves drifted past the window, reflecting Qiao Qiao's eyes, making them even more sad and broken.

She is not happy.

He knows.

Qiao Qiao didn't know how long he had been in a daze.

She thought about many questions.

No matter how much I think about it, I still can’t figure out what the purpose of a person’s journey in this world is?

When he came back from his thoughts, he met a pair of melancholy and pitying eyes of Phytophthora sinensis.

The emotions in her eyes became more complicated.

But soon, he became calm and calm again.

"Thank you for sending Xiao An'an and I back. We will get off the airport expressway in a while and just find a random intersection to drop us off."

"Dad, I miss An'an. It's dinner time anyway, why don't we go back and have dinner together?" Shanglu asked for her opinion.

Now, he no longer wants to do anything to hurt her.

He would ask her what her wishes were before anything happened.

She responded, "Then take little An'an to see grandpa. I'll get off at the intersection and I have to go back to the company."

"You are such a workaholic. You are in such a bad mood and you still think about work."
To be continued...
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