I don’t like your feelings.

I don’t appreciate your feelings.

32

When he returned to Shanghai, Kiyoko was very busy again.

In addition to the backlog of unprocessed work, the spring new products have been put on board, following the previous design ideas of the mountain and sea, while incorporating more Chinese wind elements, and the new ones designed by the masters of Ki Chi Ji Ji Jin, who brought back from French fashion circles.

With my strong recommendation, Kiyoko invited a beautiful, rose-like actress to speak on her behalf.

The star of the star, Suyun Zhu, has the most beautiful eyes and does not hide ambition.

I saw her video when I did the microblogging, and I was attracted by those eyes, and I sent it to Kiriko.

He moved quickly and quickly arranged to contact and negotiate the contract. However, in one week, the first video of the campaign was scheduled, and a series of follow-up cooperations were made.

Kiriko’s busy at work. I went to see Kang Myung alone.

And in the gallery of Kang Myung, which is fragranced with a fragrance of coffee, she made her assistant take two cups of coffee and put her door on it, and smiled at me softly: “I don’t know if you’re used to it, but I brought you coffee beans from outside with my friends.” I’m sorry.

I’m sorry, I usually do frown.

I took a sip of coffee and looked at the ginger.

She has lost most of her hair in pink, only a light powder, and her skin is almost transparent white.

And when a bit of lowness appeared, she laughed, and said to me, “I am in danger and I have long known my name. I’m sorry.

What?

“In high school, I knew that Kihyan was close to you, so I thought it was necessary to explain after you misunderstood our relationship. I’m sorry.

She put her coffee cup on the table, and her finger was stacked under her chin: “I and Kiyyan, we had only been in union for one time and nothing else.” I’m sorry.

Then she told me what she told me the other day and told me again from her perspective.

I know it’s not easy to unearth a scar, and I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.

“All right, I understand you. “There can be no gap in love without serious consequences.” I’m going to explain to you that, in addition to not wanting to create a misunderstanding between you and Ki-yan, it’s also hope that one day when I need to, if possible, Ki-yan can come forward and explain for me. I’m sorry.

“Who?” I said. I’m sorry.

Ginger didn’t answer me.

She’s looking out the window.

I followed by a man in a suit, tall and tall, under a safrole tree outside the window.

He’s looking up, too, in our direction.

I was struck by those cold eyes and turned around and said, “That’s your boyfriend.” I’m sorry.

It took me a long time to hear her say, “My enemy.” I’m sorry.

That’s what I’m saying.

The misunderstanding was solved, and I drank the coffee, and I read the message from Kiyyan on the phone: “If nothing happens, I’ll go back.” We’re all in Shanghai. We’ll go out sometime. I’m sorry.

This was supposed to be a hobby.

But Ginger was very serious, and he looked at me with his gentle, sweet eyes, and he smiled a little. I’m sorry.

She got up and took me out, and just passed through the long hallway, and I saw the man standing at the front door.

And his eyes passed over my shoulder, and he was set on the ginger behind me, and he was burning.

I was just about to say something, and suddenly a shadow came out of the slope, and I screamed with joy and enthusiasm: “Sir! I’m sorry.

I look at you, and I look at you as you’re young.

Ginger’s face was always a soft mask disappearing, and she smiled more sincerely, and she took the boy’s hand and told me, “This is my boyfriend’s year.” I’m sorry.

While shaking hands with the clock year after year, I took a second look under the scavenger tree.

The man, who had a straight back, collapsed in an instant, and looked at Ginger’s little red eyes, filled with deep pain.

However, while Ginger looked at him faceless, her boyfriend kept her under guard and frowned: “What are you doing here? I’m sorry.

“I have something to say. I’m sorry.

“I have nothing to say to you. I’m sorry.

And the bell said: Hear? She doesn’t want to talk to you. I’m sorry.

It’s when Ki-yan arrived.

And he came and didn’t look at them, but he nodded at Kang Myo, “I took them away.” I’m sorry.

I reached out my hand, held his long fingers, and waved back: “Come on, ask you out for dinner sometime!” I’m sorry.

Kiriko’s car was parked at the door and two cars were parked next to it.

A silver blue Lamborghini, a black Beak.

“Did you see Kang Myung’s boyfriend?” What a handsome little boy.

If you don’t finish, Ki-yan smiles.

I thought for a moment, I couldn’t find out what that smile meant, and I proceeded to lament: “I want a little dog, too! I’m sorry.

He stepped on the brakes and looked at me.

And this time, I was able to read the threat out of those deep eyes, and I added the following sentence: “But I feel like I’m still a god forever!” I’m sorry.

And he had his eyelids, and he laughed, and this was a very happy smile.

“Want a little dog, huh? Okay, meet you. I’m sorry.

This sentence makes the old man want to go wrong, and dreams at night make up a set of naked bodies sitting in front of me in a velvet puppy dress.

And then when I woke up in a red face, he brought me back a full moon, Samaye.

Dogs like hers are white and they even scream like milk.

When I screamed and held it in my arms for half a day, I lifted my head up and asked him, “Where’s Samoy?” I’m sorry.

He was silent, and suddenly he said, “From my grandmother’s side, they wanted to see you.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t come back until a moment ago. The white family wanted to see me.

I’ve been ready for this day since the day I and Kiyoko made the confession.

But when he did say it, I felt nervous.

In the end, the white family is so strange.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m too rich to see any warmth from them.

The only emotional appearance, probably five years old, was at my house, and my mother told the white family to come and pick him up, and his grandmother cried and took him away.

But even when she was crying, her gestures remained elegant and her emotions were still condensed, making it hard to see what was going on.

Kiriko’s uncle mocked his methods of revenge before sending him abroad.

And the one who was so hostile to me…

I suddenly felt like this trip was a cave.

33

By the end of the week, the situation at Kiyyan’s company was finally over.

He took me back to the white house.

Before I reached the villa, I started to get nervous and breathe so madly that Kiyyan had to park on the side of the road for a while and hold my hand. I’m sorry.

I mean, I’m cold, my hands are cold and sweaty and I’m very reluctant to laugh at him: “I don’t want to, but I was only five when I saw your grandmother.”

“I know. His hands are dry and warm, “Don’t be afraid, whatever they say, it doesn’t matter what I think.” I’m sorry.

I know clearly that only we are the ones who can change the state of our relationship.

But the thing is, even I’m not very confident in myself.

The car drove all the way into the villa, then to the front of an iron pick-up door, then went all the way in until it passed through an entire lawn and garden and parked in a large, empty garage.

I’m numb.

Is this some kind of Mary Sue CEO TV show?

We came out of the garage without ringing the bell, and the gate of the villa was opened.

“The iris unlocked. I’m sorry.

He softly explained a sentence.

More than that, we have a nanny at the door who smiles and leads us to the centre of the living room.

There is a white, elegant old lady sitting on the leather couch with a couple of men and women.

Of course, the most striking is the white view in the corner, because he’s too arrogant to look at me and I have to give him back a white eye.

“And fear, you–

“Okay. I’m sorry.

The grandmother of Kiyoko finally opened her mouth, and she stopped the scene in a mild manner, then went on to say, “This is the danger.” I’m sorry.

“Hey, you’re right. I’m a threat. I’m sorry.

I can’t believe I sound like Tianjin because I’m too nervous.

Kiriko’s grandmother wrinkled her brow.

I almost cried.

In fact, most people are shocked and shy when they see wealth far beyond their own imagination, and when they appear undisguised.

I stood there on my back and received the eyes of my white family.

In fact, it is no offence, but the pride that comes out of my bones, and it presents me with a high position, or I am in a difficult position.

Ki-yan took a step forward and stopped me and introduced me to the man on the couch.

His grandmother, his two uncles, his two aunts, his close cousins and his close cousins.

I looked at my mother and found her thin, and while she was sitting there, her eyes seemed to be empty and she wondered what she was thinking.

Before coming here, Kiyoko told me that the Shiraito family and the Bai family were not close enough because he had become a patient with his mother when he was in a nursing home abroad.

“The danger.” I’m sorry.

My grandmother looked at me and her voice was calm: “Thank you for the care you have given her over the years.” I’m sorry.

“No, it’s normal. I said, “I’ve always been good friends with Kiyoko. I’m sorry.

He immediately added: “Now she’s a girlfriend.” I’m sorry.

She smiled, “Yes, now she is a friend of both sexes.” But to be blunt, I don’t like your feelings. I’m sorry.

She was too blunt, I couldn’t accept it at once and almost said, “You’re full of shit.”

It’s good to be patient in time, just to ask, “Why?” I’m sorry.

“No reason. And she’s still like, “It’s just that you’re not all right in every way. Let me be blunt, be friends, you’ve been in love since you were little, but you don’t deserve to be together. I’m sorry.

“Grandma. I’m sorry.

And he said, “I thought you wanted to see her, and I thought I was wrong.” I’m sorry.

“Yes, just one meeting, and I didn’t mean to stop you from being together. She said, “I’m just saying, from my perspective, that I don’t appreciate your feelings — Kiyyan, the same thing, your mother didn’t go through it. I’m sorry.

Kiriko held my hand tight.

Mother’s death is a pain for him forever.

I do not understand why she, as her grandmother, brought this up suddenly and felt nothing but anger.

“Wait a minute. I took a step forward, and I finally couldn’t stop saying, “It’s my business to be in love with Kiyyan. I’m sorry.

The phrase “Do you deserve it” was swallowed by me because it was too sharp.

“I am the grandmother of Kiriko. I’m sorry.

“Even if you’re a mother, you shouldn’t compare me to a coronary animal like Ki Chi. I watched her without fear, “No matter what happens, it’s the most basic quality.” I’m sorry.

“You’re saying that I have no qualities?” I’m sorry.

“You have to think so. I’m sorry.

“As you speak so much to your elders, you have a quality.” I’m sorry.

“I have no qualities, nor do you. It’s not a big deal. Nobody says anything about it.” I don’t want to pretend that I’m saying this, “You wouldn’t be my elders if it wasn’t for Ki-yan. I’m sorry.

And he dragged me behind my hand, and his light lips were tight, and his voice was cold: “It was you who said that I brought her back because I wanted to meet her.” In that case, there’s nothing to say. People you’ve met, we’ll go back. I’m sorry.

He pulled me around and left, and Grandma Kiyyan’s voice went down behind him: “Stop. I’m sorry.

Kiyyan walked and pulled me straight out of the gate of the White House.

I apologized to him as soon as I got in the car: “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help but say something.” I’m sorry.

“It’s not your problem.” I’m sorry.

And he said, “This is what they were, this is my fault, and I should never have said yes to them at first, and brought you back. I’m sorry.

Kiyoko said the white family liked me, except for the white scene, which is probably not perjury.

It’s just that they like me, based on me and Kiyoko being friends.

Once this relationship moves further, they will feel offended.

After all, Kiyoko is a member of the White House, which means someone like me will become a member of the White House.

I was told at the hospital that the more he went up, the more he found himself missing.

Now, the group he’s talking about, maybe the white family.

They’re two very different people.

Kiyoshi has risen from poverty to poverty, but he stands up against his wife, humbles himself and distorts his heart, and can only be satisfied with a man like Yao Shizuki.

At the same time, the houses of hate and the Ukrainians hated Kiriko, who was born with his wife.

The white family is different.

From the very beginning, they were in a position where money rights and social status were too high for ordinary people, so that they often looked at others with a high-profile attitude of overlooking.

It is not easy to offer a limited understanding of tolerance, but to let the ordinary people into their world.

It’s like he was kind to me when he came to me with a white view.

It was a pity that after he had urged me to leave Kiyyan again and again, after I had not listened to him, the man became very unhappy with me.

I spent less than half an hour at the White House, and I’ve felt so depressed, even though Kiyoko’s mother lived in this environment for over 20 years.

Perhaps for her at the time, poverty as a long way away meant the freeness and freedom she had always desired.

34

When I was a child, I brought him home, and my mother cried, saying, “The child is dying.”

Now it really seems so.

Kiriji is cold and ruthless and can kill his own son.

The white family is so indifferent that it will not provide any help unless it involves a great deal of life and death, and it also attempts to dictate his life and feelings.

None of them are normal.

And suddenly I felt a bit sad: “Yeiko, you have me. I’m sorry.

He was silent.

“Oh, I’ve always known that. I’m sorry.

We had a bad time with the white family and we had a bad lunch.

I turned on my phone and decided to take him to the northeast iron pot to cook geese.

Because I was going to see my white family today, I deliberately found my most expensive and elegant dress in my closet, and I put light makeup on it.

It’s a shame one didn’t work out. I just met her in 10 minutes.

If my mother finds out, she’ll teach me 10 minutes of old love, and then she’ll tell me that you and Ki-yan are not the world.

I was sipping my breath, pulling my attention out of the trek and turning it back to the iron pot before me.

The croquettes in the pot are soaring, they’re ripe, they’re soared, they’re soaring, they’re fragrance.

Honestly, I could have had another pot if it hadn’t been for this dress.

Kiyoko put the legs and the palms of the goose in my bowl and looked at me with his chin and suddenly said, “It’s good not to stay in the white house to eat.” I’m sorry.

“Aah?”

I stopped and looked at him.

“Because my grandmother was old, my aunts had to keep their figure, and the nanny’s cooking was lighter than a meal. He bit a taco and laughed and said, “Well, there’s definitely no barbeque to eat. I’m sorry.

In fact, it’s a clear and cold look when it looks like it’s just the appearance and the air.

But right now he’s sitting next to me, behind him are the wallpapers of red and green flowers, and the roasted geese are still burning.

In a moment, it seemed like it was back in the air.

After dinner, Kiyoko and I drove home.

His cell phone rang several times in the middle of the trip, and I finally pressed him, and he picked it up and pressed it on speakerphone.

Ki-yan. I’m sorry.

I’ll be back soon as the white sky sounds on the phone.

“What can I do for you?” I’m sorry.

I don’t know what’s so good about it. You’ve turned your back on her principles three times, and the people you’ve introduced will never see her, and she’s no match for the danger.”

“It’s none of your business. I’m sorry.

Kiyoko’s words blocked the view.

“Do you want this woman to fight the first time I met her?” I tell you the truth, Kiyang, that Yu Qi has confessed to me before that she lived in your house for nothing, and that she used you as a long meal ticket. Now she’s with you. Do you think she’s really you? I’m sorry.

I listened to him and laughed at him: “Mr. White, it’s not Kiriko, is it you? Did you think I had a heart for you, that I was embarrassed to confess? I’m sorry.

I guess I didn’t expect to hear what he said, and I was shocked by half a day, “What are you talking about?” I’m sorry.

“Good question. I gave him three applauses, and I said, “Look at yourself, think about it, what’s all this nonsense? I’m sorry.

I’ll hang up.

In case I had to use Kiriko’s phone to give him his number.

“You’ll release him from the blacklist later. I said, “I’m going to let him get in the way of a fight and be forced to interrupt, and there’s no way to fight back.” I’m sorry.

And he smiled twice: “Let him stay inside.” I’m sorry.

And after a moment he said, ‘I found it as though I had fought with you, and never won. I’m sorry.

I’ve been fighting for 20 years, and I’ve never failed. I said it and suddenly felt like I was missing something. I’m sorry.

“It seems like you’re the only one who let me lose. I’m sorry.

In high school, I had a lot of fights with Kiyoko.

I haven’t had a hard time with society, and I’m more aggressive and lawless than I am now, and even dared to speak to the headmaster, so long after I graduated that I was remembered by my former class teacher Ip.

At that time, Kiyoko was far from being calm and calm and much more emotional.

While he and I have been very close for most of the time, we can’t stand the fact that sometimes there is a conflict of opinion, or a little contradiction, and it’s all over.

I’d usually buy him a bunch of snacks to apologize.

But if either side is wrong, it’s Kiriko.

Except once.

In sophomore year, the school organized a spring trip. When I was in the park, a sports student in his senior year didn’t know what was wrong with his eyes.

He wrote me a love letter when he returned to school the following week and stopped me in the classroom after school, taking a bouquet of roses and confessing to me.

I was so shocked that I was unconscious that I picked up the flowers and studied them, “You’re a real flower.” I’m sorry.

He looked at me, “Really, 99. I’m sorry.

I said, “How much is that? I’m sorry.

“It’s not much, but since you picked up my flowers, does it mean you’ve agreed to be my girlfriend?” I’m sorry.

When he asked, Kiyoko, who had finished the garbage, came back from outside with an empty bucket.

I said, “That’s not true” and he smiled at the same moment.

I turned my head, and I was going to talk, and Kiyoko didn’t even look at me.

♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪

We were supposed to have dinner at the new casserole window this afternoon?

In fact, there were a lot of people at the school who were excited and who actually wrote love letters.

Saying that adolescence does not want a big love is a lie, but somehow, seeing Kiyyan ignore me and go straight away, I’ve been thinking for one second and I’ve been out of the sky.

I gave it back to the sporter: “I’m sorry, I’m obsessed with learning, I’m not interested in it.” Flowers are expensive, I don’t deserve them. I wish you the best of life — I’m leaving. I’m sorry.

After that, he went in the direction he had just left.

He was long and fast. I chased him all the way to the cafeteria. Good thing he didn’t come in the door, just by the freezer at the commissary outside the cafeteria, looking at me with cold eyes.

I walked quietly, took two little puddings out of the freezer, brushed my rice card and delivered one of them to Kiriko.

He didn’t answer and then he asked me, “Where’s Rose?” I’m sorry.

35

“Aah?”

I was stunned, but I was told by my instincts that I should make Kiyyan.

So I took it easy: “Of course he did.” How can a man like me who’s learned to be in love? I’m sorry.

And he looked at him with his eyes: “I turned him down, Kiyyan. Are you not angry?” I’m sorry.

He smiled softly and finally picked up the little pudding and bit it out of his bag.

The white milk stunned a water stain on his lips, while the luminous luminous luminous luminous luminous in those cold eyes, with a light-painted tan.

I suddenly feel like I’m dry, my heart’s beating, and I’m losing my mind.

And Kiyoko came and rubbed a tweak on me: “Let’s go and eat.” I’m sorry.

I’ve been away from my memories to find out I’m home.

The elevator was on its way, just opened the door, and Samoye, whom I named milkball, threw the joys up.

I held it up and rubbed it on the fur of soft, soft, and suddenly I turned to him and said, “That’s when you thought about me. I’m sorry.

He stretched out his hand to hang the key, held his hand against the wall next to me, slightly bowed his head and looked at me, “When?” I’m sorry.

Help, his eyes are beautiful.

It was in the early summer that the bright sun came out of the window, and his pupils were very light.

It’s a clear reflection of me.

And I was confused by the beauty of my beauty, and I went out of my mind for a while, and I said, “It was when I was a senior sophomore who wrote me a love letter, and I wanted to say yes, and you were angry, and I had to turn him down and go after you. I’m sorry.

“Huh. I’m sorry.

“You wanted to say yes, because I delayed you.” I’m sorry.

The warm breath in my ear, the itching of my heart.

But when I accidentally told the truth, I just wanted time back a minute ago.

I didn’t wait for my answer, but Kiyyan answered the question I just asked: “It wasn’t then. I’m sorry.

A slight pause.

“It’s earlier. I’m sorry.

That’s a very eccentric thing to say, and it’s closer to Kiyoko, and it’s already hot.

If it hadn’t been for the milk balls in their arms to start screaming, something would have happened.

I pushed Kiriko away and ran to add dog food to the milk ball. When it was full, he took it downstairs and snuck around.

Then I came out of the shower before I went to bed at night and found that Kiyoko locked my silver chain before he did it by the bed.

“What are you doing?” I’m sorry.

And he looked at me, and his lips dazzled, and the mist was pouring into his eyes, and he swallowed all the dark clouds that were growing.

“Do you really want to say yes? I’m sorry.

And I took a deep breath: “If I say so, will you lock me up again?” I’m sorry.

And he shuddered with a thick eyelashes, and suddenly he looked down, and his eyes were slightly red, and his voice trembled: “I will not, nor will I, but I will be sad.” I’m sorry.

Dude.

He has now discovered that I am soft or not hard and that I am skilled in my soft-hearted skills.

But damn it, I knew that Ki-yan was probably trying to make a big deal out of it, but I couldn’t help but feel the pain.

Kiriko’s family and environment of growth have developed his pitiful and gloomy character. I’m probably not as warm as I was in love with him.

But he’s the man I like.

I groaned, and walked, and reached out to Kiyyan, with my hand: “Clock me.” I’m sorry.

“.. . . . . . . . . . I’m sorry.

“I’m not leaving, Kiyyan. I looked at him, “That was the past, and it didn’t matter what I thought the other day, because when I saw you ignore me, there was only one thing left in my mind, and that’s that Ki-yan was angry, and I had to get him. I’m sorry.

“For the past, for the time being, you are my top priority. I’m sorry.

Kiyoko looked at me, and the light turned and the fog faded.

Then he drew his face, and his chin was in my hand, and he kissed my fingertips, and he looked at me with his wet eyes, and there was a burning flame of desire.

I was so upset, I kissed him in the head.

As a result, the teeth hit Kiriko’s lips too hard.

The squeaky “sweety” of Kiriko’s, and the smudged smell of blood. I was so busy trying to get out of the way that I had to say, “Are you all right,” and he grabbed my head and kissed again.

I was blinded by the kisses, my back softened down, and Kiriko picked me back, and fell down to bed.

The heart beats each other and warms from thin pyjamas.

I just took a shower, my hair and my skin were wet and my hair was dripping down. A drop of water fell right in his eye, like a tear that would fall, and an amazing fragile beauty.

Then he smiled around his lips and raised his body an inch, rubbing that drop on my cheek.

It’s a strange move, and I’ve swallowed it and questioned it.

“Why are you so skilled? I’m sorry.

“Because I’ve practiced with you many times before. I’m sorry.

“What? When did I practice with you? I’m sorry.

In my dream, you’re my only practice. I’m sorry.

Then he leaned in my ear and whispered.

My cheeks are so hot, I roll around, and I say, “How can you dream of me? I’m sorry.

As a result, she laughed: “I’ve already recorded a picture of you when you were sleeping that night, crying out of your mouth, ‘Kiyian, take off’.” I’m sorry.

“…”

And We rounded ourselves up by the covers, and We humbled ourselves, saying, “You are far too much; I have fallen asleep and ignored you.” I’m sorry.

“Stop it. I’m sorry.

Kiyoko stripped me out of my skin: “Stand up, blow my hair, wet my hair, it’ll hurt my head.” I’m sorry.

The warm wind blowing on my hair, and the soft, soft fingers of Kiyoko in my hair finally calmed me down.

There is a quiet wind in the air, and it flattens my frustration and anger in the white house.

Kiyoko turned off the wind dryer and slapped me in the head: “Sleep.” I’m sorry.

I looked up at him: “I love you so much. I’m sorry.

Look at my eyes and there’s a flash of gimmick, and then he comes over and he hugs me, and he burys his face on my shoulder.

And he whispered, “So do not leave me.” I’m sorry.

I held his back in my back, and I shook my head with my back: “No.”

I didn’t say the last half.

– As long as you like me, I won’t leave.

In fact, I can’t deny that my grandmother’s words during the day have inevitably had some effect on me.

There is no match between Kiyoko and me, whether in terms of appearance, social status or family background.

It’s just fate, bad luck, that he met me in an unlucky childhood and accidentally hit me for years.

But we don’t live in the sky. Perhaps one day, Kiyoko, who has been in the dust for a long time, will suddenly realize that such a great gap cannot be bridged, so that our end can be divided.

Didn’t Kiji really like her mother?

“What good do you have in mind that you have to do even 10 or 20 years later?” I’m sorry.

I ask myself.

But the answer is no.