Chapter 1412: Jiang Qiran with no image

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Ye Linlang thought of the contract he had signed, his throat choked.
Instead of letting Jiang Qiran have any nostalgia for her.
Rather than starting today, Jiang Qiran completely cut off his thoughts about himself.
She knew that if Jiang Qiran was missed, it would be impossible to have such a good person in her life.
However, there is no other way.
...
Jiang Qiran's pupils contracted in pain, and that Qingjun's face was now hazy.
"Ye Linlang, if you say it again, I believe it."
Why say it again?
Those words, like the needle, filled Ye Linlang's heart closely.
Ye Linlang forced herself not to choke, her eyes were flushed, her heart tingled, and she could only forcefully speak with disdain.
"Master Jiang, how many times do you want me to be satisfied?"
"I invite you, don't be pretentious?"
"Since you have just completed the orthopedic surgery, it is probably not suitable for the massage chair. If you think that thing is annoying, you can throw it away!"
"Also, international long distance calls are expensive. I really don't want to talk to you and waste my phone bill. By the way, I will change a card. Please don't bother me in the future."
Before waiting for Jiang Qiran to speak, Ye Linlang reached out tremblingly and hung up.
...
It was her fault.
A person like her who is weak cannot really listen to what Jiang Qiran would say.
She clearly wants to play the role of a vicious ex-girlfriend and make Jiang Qiran die for herself.
If you know there is no hope, don't give yourself or others hope, lest you become more desperate in the future.
Ye Linlang understands these principles.
But why did you feel so painful and so painful when you really said it?
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Ye Linlang fell a little bit on the ground.
Tears like a flood flooded out of the gate, dripping endlessly.
The dim string moon outside the window hangs in mid-air, Dongchen Kingdom is also summer at the moment, just because the capital of Dongchen Kingdom is near the sea, the air is more moist.
Ye Linlang recalled the scenes and scenes of these days, but only felt a big dream, and it seemed like a ridiculous play.
What a hope, really just a dream, a play.
It's fine after the dream, and it's fine at the end of the play, nothing has changed in reality.
Unfortunately, there is no if.
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Ye Linlang held the quilt, and the tears soaked the pillowcase.
This night, the weather was obviously hot, but Ye Linlang's heart was cold when the night wind blew.
She hugged the thin air conditioner and looked bleak.
Pray, forget me.
I hope you can meet a more suitable person.
Ye Linlang's tearful eyes whirled. She lowered her head and reached out to stroke the diamond necklace under her pajamas.
The wings of the little swan are exquisite in shape, even in the dark night, they also emit a charming light.
This is probably the last consolation.
Praying, goodbye.
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At the same time, across the ocean, Kyushu, City A.
The sun was blazing in the afternoon.
Jiang Qiran was holding a cell phone with only blind voices, and a pair of pure black eyes exuded a violent light.
Ye Linlang... hung up.
Sure enough, I thought too much.
Was he acting passionate?
How hard must a person's heart be to say that?
Jiang Qiran looked gloomy like a sky about to rain, covered with smog.
The phone automatically enters the screensaver, with a girl's smile on it. Although the facial features are not very impressive, the way she laughs is exceptionally sweet.
Ye Linlang.
When he saw that face, Jiang Qiran smashed his phone directly to the ground!
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With a few loud noises, the phone fell out of the shell directly.
The phone screen is cracked.
Jiang Qiran smiled angrily, his lips thinned with a sarcastic smile.
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He raised his foot, walked to the place where the phone broke, and stepped the screen.
Was he passionate?
is it?
The person who first confessed to himself, and finally, in this way, tell him what cruelty is!
Since Ye Linlang doesn't need him.
Then, from now on, he will not need Ye Linlang anymore!
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Jiang Qiran glanced away and saw several exercise books on the tea table in the living room.
I bought it all for Ye Linlang's homework.
Jiang Qiran stretched out his hand without thinking about it, and directly torn the book "Three-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation" into a sparse!
That Qingjun's perfect face, at the moment, was covered with somber hostility, like the fate of Yan Luo coming out of hell. It was terrifying!
With Jiang Qiran's actions, paper dust flew in the spotless space.
Aunt Chen worked hard to tidy up the living room, and it seemed to be a mess.
...
However, all this did not satisfy Jiang Qiran.
His handsome eyebrows were cold, but the green bars in his hands burst.
When I looked up, I saw the extremely occupied massage chair at the corner of the living room.
Without knowing where the strength came from, Jiang Qiran directly raised the massage chair and threw it towards the wall next to it!
After the crackling vibration, the pure black massage chair was suddenly smashed.
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After half an hour.
Jiang Qiran's apartment was already devastated.
Various confetti flying.
Scattered and broken things scattered all over the place.
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Jiang Miaomiao, who just got up from the quilt and finished breakfast and lunch together, thought that Jiang Qiran had been on the phone before, but he still felt wrong.
So she called Jiang Qiran.
However, the strange thing is that there is no signal directly.
Is there anything wrong?
Jiang Miaomiao's heart tightened, and immediately rushed to Jiang Qiran's apartment.
She has a spare key for Jiang Qiran's house.
After knocking on the door for two minutes outside Jiang Qiran's house, and no one responded, Jiang Miaomiao only felt that things were bigger.
Jiang Miaomiao's heart tightened, and as soon as she gritted her teeth, she trembled out the key she had spared, and opened the door directly.
Who would have thought that this entry would shock Jiang Miaomiao!
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My god!
This is Jiang Qiran's home with cleanliness, cleanliness, and perfectionism! ?
Jiang Miaomiao opened his mouth incredulously.
She looked at all kinds of broken things in the living room, torn papers, chairs with broken legs, and could not help but swallow saliva.
Oh my
Is this home thief?
Jiang Miaomiao shuddered to close the door and yelled tentatively.
"Pray, are you there?"
At this moment, Jiang Miaomiao turned his head, and saw a lonely figure in the corner of a pile of flying papers.
Jiang Qiran without such an image...
Looking at the figure, Jiang Miaomiao's heart tightened.
She walked step by step, only to find that Jiang Qiran's bangs were scattered, and her eyes were staring at a mobile phone with a broken screen, all in anxious eyes.
"Why can't the phone start?"
"why?!!"