How can we start with a little story like “I thought I was the hostess…”?

I thought I was the hostess until one night when I died in a car accident in front of the Lord.

“Your moonlight is offline.” I’m sorry.

The owner of the car fell on his knees and asked for his forgiveness.

“Your heroine is on the line.” I’m sorry.

I’ve been with the Quaid for 10 years, and I’ve always thought that I’ve got the leading actress.

High school Quetta was a bad, non-teaching student who broke my thick black-frame glasses in a fight with his classmates.

He then moved his seat to my desk and copied my teacher’s books for every class.

Then he took the champion of a 3,000-metre run at the Games and dragged me to the stage with him.

There was a noise on the stand, and the headmaster gave Qi an award with a dirty face.

He asked me and the headmaster: “For my sake, shake your hands!” I’m sorry.

We were together after college, and he’d come to me on the weekends with three hours of high iron, and we were sitting in a tavern outside the school.

I read him a non-mainstream video on the Internet: “The 800-metre physical energy test, the same table and I had to run faster than anyone, and I didn’t think the school would take me up and drive me crazy, two laps more than her.” At the end of the line, the schoolboy kissed and the whole class blew up! I’m sorry.

“What a mess. I’m sorry.

The next second he kissed me.

It was our first kiss.

We both blew up.

After graduation, we moved into a rental house and each other had to sleep before midnight and then get up at 2:00 a.m. for delivery.

And then we got a steady job, we got a loan for a wedding, and both parents were happy.

Finally, to our tenth anniversary.

I worked late that night and just walked out of front of the company, a man with a bloody knife came at me.

I ended my life by being a sociopath.

At that time, when he was playing electric at home, he looked at me and realized that I was coming home, and then he turned off the game and went into the kitchen and made me a night snack.

He called me, didn’t get through. The water’s running, he doesn’t think much.

After my breath, my soul floats around him.

I heard a cold sound in my ear, like a hard-core robot in a smart house.

“Your moonlight is gone.” I’m sorry.

I think I’m getting off too much.

But it turns out there’s more to it.

And after my death, my own transparent soul floated for three days with the Qur’an, but I lived again because the woman of the Qur’an had not appeared,

I mean, according to the system, my death is bound to bring out the leading woman of the Cabinet, and if she doesn’t show up, I’ll go back a month before my own accident, and I’ll die again in another way, and so on, infinity.

The system has prepared me a thousand down ways.

Eating, suffocated at work, having an earthquake in the home, going out on a tsunami, being examined for stomach cancer, breast cancer, lung cancer, brain tumors, and even not coming home in the middle of the night to see the moon meet a robber…

I’m all numb.

So far, I’ve been down 98 times, this is my ninety-ninth cycle.

On this day, knowing that I was destined to go down, I took my two-month salary to buy a bag.

At the intersection, a black car came running.

I want to run, but I can’t move my feet.

Then my body was run over in the middle of the air, and then fell on the ground, dazzlingly.

When I opened my eyes, I had my feet off the ground and my transparent soul was floating in the air.

We used to look down at our bodies in the cries of the passers-by.

At that time, the door was pulled open, the panicking owner ran down…

I’m dead. This time, I’m not crying.

I don’t know when the Quetta will cease to grieve for me, and when my relatives and friends all shed tears at my funeral, he holds my shadow, and the wind is light.

I think the more frequent the cycle, the more I can see that his love for me is actually minimal.

We’ve been together for 10 years, but I’m just a former girlfriend in his life, and he’s supposed to love the leading woman he hasn’t shown up yet.

At the funeral, my good friends couldn’t help but blame him: “Why are you so cold?” It’s not worth Ann being with you. She had a better choice! I’m sorry.

And the Qur’an is light: “Let her choose others, that is best.” I’m sorry.

“…”

My friends are murmuring to find out if I have insurance.

I finally decided to wake up three days later, and the first thing was to break up with him.

At the end of the funeral, the Qiqisa returned to their homes, observed on the couch for a while, and then rose up into the kitchen and went to bubble noodles.

He turned around and said to the living room, “Annie, the water has stopped.”

I don’t know, he does.

Then the fool lay on his bed with a bag of convenient noodles.

He looked at my picture in my phone album.

The atmosphere has become sad at this moment, and there is a sense that the male protagonists miss the moonlight.

But the next second, we both found out that 3,000 of his cell phones were my ugly pictures.

There’s nothing left.

The driver’s family returned from abroad.

The bad luck this time was an unlicensed under-age boy whose sister was the owner of the vehicle.

When I walked into the mediation room behind my clemency, the parents of the boy were crying and begging for forgiveness from my parents.

A white figure snapped and kneeled in front of the Qi’s commandment.

I looked down and a beautiful woman cried with rain.

“I’m sorry, my brother made a mistake, I’m sorry, he’s young…”

The commandments are not moved.

“Of course, my brother did something wrong and was responsible for it. We failed to educate him. I’m sorry! But he really didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.

“Your brother didn’t do it on purpose, did my girlfriend do it on purpose?” I’m sorry.

“…”

The beautiful woman calms down, rises up and presents her business card to the Queen’s Order: “If you want to offer compensation, please contact me at any time, my name is Mengji. I’m sorry.

I looked at her.

She was also watched by the Quetta and was delayed in reaching for her business card.

The scene is frozen.

Until suddenly I hear the sound of the familiar, and the system is empty and sharp,

“Your heroine is online. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

It’s not cheap.

Her card was taken by the Quissance, and the next second it was torn in half.

“I’ll contact you. I’m sorry.

“See you in court.” I’m sorry.

Meng raised his parents and passed the Queen’s Order.

So We looked at her, and then looked at him, and saw nothing but the sky.

It is 12 noon the third day after my death.

I had 12 hours before I could have opened my 100th cycle and returned to my first month of trouble.

But now I find that I can’t go back.

The leading lady of the Quetta has appeared, and his life is moving forward.

What about my life?

My life, when I have lived for more than two decades in earnest, has become a companion to the lives of others, and has ended up with the name of a white moon, in the memory of the male protagonist, a false image.

I didn’t wake up again.

I’m still at the side of the Qi-tei, and the system wants me to follow him and see for myself how he and the heroine fell in love.

At this point, they remain hostile.

The system says to set up a hero to save the beauty and bring them closer together.

For more than a dozen days he was at home, and he slept from morning to night, so that his friend could not see and dragged him out to drink.

My friends told him to look out for him and get out of the shadows.

I see he never entered the shadow.

In the middle of the night, me and a ghost walked in a quiet street.

I didn’t have time to look back, but I had to go through my Zilong.

Please help me!

It’s familiar.

“Someone will follow me, please help me Mr Qi. “Seen Qi’s edict, Meng’s embarrassing hand is loose.

I look back and there’s a man sneaking around.

And when he turned away, he smiled, and said: Surely he did not follow you intentionally. I’m sorry.

Zilong marched forward and Meng followed him carefully.

The man who followed him hesitated to come forward.

Walking near the police station, Meng was relieved and thanked the Qi.

“Are you afraid? I’m sorry.

She was a little confused, so she said, “Now she’s not afraid. I’m sorry.

There was smoke between the fingers, and the fingers were raised at the crossroads.

“So when my girlfriend stood there and watched your brother run over, was she afraid? I’m sorry.

Meng-gi looked in the direction he pointed, and he shivered: “Where is this?”

“This is where your brother kills. You see, there’s my girlfriend’s blood. I’m sorry.

Meng looks like she’s just out of a wolf’s nest and into a tiger’s den, and she’s shaking at her fingertips.

I watched them with sadness.

It’s hard to imagine now that you’re so sick of Mong’s Queen’s commandment that one day you’ll hold her and call her the baby.

The final outcome of the trial was unsatisfactory because Meng-Yu ‘ s brother was a minor and because he had issued a certificate of mental illness.

The Queen’s Order went out of control in court and tried to go up and beat people up.

He was dragged into the hallway by a group of people.

He was punched on the wall, bleeding straight.

My relatives and friends hated him for having shed tears at his funeral, believing that he was making a deep love at the moment.

The man who went out to the court and bought him an alcoholic gauze and fell back was Meng-age.

She’s lying next to him, treating his wounds.

Her first sentence was, “Sorry. I’m sorry.

The second sentence is: “Your girlfriend must not want to see you like this.” I’m sorry.

…no, I think.

It hurts. It’s good.

The third sentence reads: “Mr. Qi, pull yourself together.”

However, the consolation was not finished, and suddenly the Quibs lifted up their wounded hands and slammed them into the arm of the chair.

The wounds, which had just stopped the bleeding, were red-red.

His red eyes were on Meng, and his teeth were cut and he said, “Don’t pretend.” I’m sorry.

Meng-gi didn’t get his breath, threw away his alcohol and gauze and stood up and left.

I heard the system sighing in my ear. Well, it seems like a long way to go.

At night, the Qi-tei came home, which was the first time I had seen him cry after my death.

His tears were like water at home for a long time and finally working at the tap, with loud noises filled with big living rooms.

Unfortunately, my parents have taken all my belongings, and he wants to cry and doesn’t know where to cry.

Because, as of now, my legacy has not been set in motion.

He went into the room, turned over the box and found a embellishment ring that I had left behind and put on his anonymous finger.

The Cabinet finally returned to its normal life.

He had at his disposal a project to renovate the resort, and his subordinates had selected a list of a number of renovation design companies, one of which he saw as the chief designer, Meng-age.

Two days later, the team of Meng-Yu came with a tact to pack and go to the island of the resort.

I love that island, where the Qi Dynasty has a surprise for me on my love anniversary, and we’ve planned for the subsequent wedding.

He did it on purpose. He wanted to avenge Meng-age with all that I had to do.

But he did not expect that their story would be developed in my favorite place because of me.

Perhaps the people who wish them well will thank me for the fate I brought them.

But no one cares if I’m a white moonlight.

Meng’s smiling face went to see Papa A, but the one who appeared was Qi’s commandment, and her smile was flat.

“Sorry, I don’t think I’m fit to take over this project. She’s leaving with her luggage.

“Is this a breach of contract? “Miss Meng, I don’t think you’ll pay for the breach ten times more.” I’m sorry.

Meng-age’s family, his brother’s death, forced the court’s award to fall on her shoulders, and she had no money to pay for the breach.

The poor heroine had to take the hot potato with her head.

Meng is certainly reluctant to cooperate.

But there are millions of ways to torture her.

Qi Fong asked you to join us for dinner. Meng came late and was ordered to drink three cups of wine, and the atmosphere on the table was perfect, and suddenly the Qi Qi was laughing.

“What are you afraid of? Don’t be afraid. I’m sorry.

I was floating around the Qi-tei, and I saw Meng’s face so ugly.

Her colleagues were also instantaneous.

The Zilong Dynasty kept its head down and touched the ring on his nameless finger.

He went on to say, “There is only one home, but only one murderer.” I’m sorry.

“…”

A group of people were embarrassed to sit down.

Meng’s face smiled white and stood up and walked out of the restaurant, leaving a lonely shadow for silent people.

I heard her breathing shaking.

On the first day of work, Meng-gi was ordered to expose her family ‘ s shame in front of all her colleagues, and she will henceforth become a part of the conversation after tea.

She did not resist, nor did she stand in confrontation with the Qids, but she endured his revenge.

The Qiqisa were also not in the mood to eat and left the restaurant after Mengage left.

In the middle of the night, he fell down on the bed, with his ring on him, and used to leave me an empty spot on the right.

I don’t know if he wants to miss me or if he’s sad.

All I know is that he’s been staring at Meng this evening, and he’s got a tight eye.

He’s thinking about revenge.

The Zilong Dynasty ordered Meng-gu to follow him to the roundabout.

He grabbed the wheel, stepped on the gas door, ran off on the empty roundabout, and Meng-Yu sat on the side-driver and looked pale.

She bites on her tumbling lips and says, “Mr. Qi, can you stop?”

I’m not listening, I’m not looking.

The more she panics, the more he enjoys.

He enjoys this moment almost pervertedly.

A long time later, the car finally stopped.

Meng’s legs were soft and the door was pulled straight down.

She threw up at her feet.

He pulled her up and pushed her to the seat of the Lord: “Come, give you a chance to avenge me.” I’m sorry.

Meng-ju’s hands were cuddled into fists: “Sorry Mr. Qi, I can’t drive.” I’m sorry.

“No? “What’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.

Meng-gi bit his teeth tight and started the car under the pressure of the Qiqi Commandment.

The dictum scolded her with the worst sarcasm.

I hear a bit deafening.

In fact, in my memory, the Quetta is a very pure boy.

He’s always laughing at me, and even fighting someone else is empty-handed.

And now he’s so depressed that he can’t stand to step into hell.

I saw Meng’s face as white as paper, but never said a word.

After a while, he was tired.

And he leaned on it, and whispered, “Try a tree on the side of the road, and we will all be free.” I’m sorry.

Meng-age and then suddenly he smiled.

“Mr. Qi, you’re a client, and I’m sure I’ll let you back to the resort safely… and you haven’t accepted the apology of our family, have you? I’m sorry.

Her response to the Qi’s commandment was also heard in her tone.

I sat in the back seat and looked at him again.

Well, it’s okay. He’ll not only accept your apology, he’ll apologize for your torture today.

When she arrived at the resort, the Meng car grabbed the door, slipped on the floor, and her colleagues rushed to hold her.

“Didn’t the doctor tell you not to drive? What’s wrong with you Mr. Qi? I’m sorry.

It seems that Meng’s tremors were not intimidated by the Quibs.

The Queen’s Order didn’t speak, kept staring at her.

Discovering the woman’s weakness, so the man’s got a heart?

But he laughed: “Your family has a lot of excuses. I’m sorry.

I do not understand the purpose of the Qiqibla revenge on Meng.

Do you want her to die?

But we all know that, objectively speaking, she is innocent.

At night, her colleagues at Meng age were barbecued on the beach, and she was ordered to hand over two options one night, leaving her to sit alone on the suspension bridge by the sea to plan.

The dictum went over, picked up the plot she drew, and took a glimpse.

Redo. I’m sorry.

Then he threw it on the floor.

It’s been a long night since the sea breeze.

She finally got the courage to say, “Mr. Qi, you appointed me to be in charge of this project. When will you stop making personal statements against me?” I’m sorry.

“When my girlfriend survived. I’m sorry.

And Meng-gi caught him: Enough!

The Quetta threw her away.

Unexpectedly too hard, Meng’s body fell and fell directly from the railing of the suspension bridge.

She caught her clemency in time.

In the darkness, a sound was heard, and their bodies were swallowed up by the black sea.

I’m in the middle of nowhere.

Feels like watching TV, not sure, again.

After that, I got a little confused.

But there’s nothing to worry about. They’re the leading men and women who can’t die. They fall into the sea like they’re in a tub and they’re just getting emotional.

Is this the dog’s blood zone that the system has set for them?

Maybe not.

Their destiny is also fate.

The water was so good, it was so fast that he came out of the water, and he swayed to the shore.

Meng-age, who came out of the water, was again flooded and his cry for help was intermittent.

The Cabinet didn’t mean to look back at her.

He swims fast to the light.

Is he gonna die? I suddenly got a little nervous.

And for a moment, and for a moment, he hesitated.

We all heard the cry for help from the sea filled with water.

Quei, if you ask me, should you save her?

I’ll answer you, as you’re white moonlight, I feel very bad.

But for ten years you know me, I’m a good man and I don’t think good is a mistake.

I know you, too. You’re a good man.

At best I blame you because you don’t love me that much, and I don’t blame anyone else, even if the leading woman in your life comes out with me.

At last, in the dark, the Quetta returns to its head, falls down, again into the sea, and rushes in the direction of Meng.

I’ll take it easy.

On the surface of the sea, the lantern on the beach is green, and in the tides, I see their shadows coming closer until they become one.

Eleven.

The Quetta saved Meng’s life.

When he picked her up on the beach, Meng-gi used her as a life-saving straw, holding him tight.

She left without her hand and the tourists on the beach surrounded him and he didn’t return his head.

Go back to the room and sit down on the floor, exhausted, and look at the ring.

Maybe he saw me through the lumber of that ring.

His eyes were filled with tears.

He asked me, “Annie, what should I do? I want to avenge you I’m sorry, what should I do? I’m sorry.

I crouched before him and touched his cheek with my transparent fingers.

As my love for 10 years, my answer, you understand, you were just confused.

The sound of the Meng-age colleagues trying to get a doctor for her came from outside the door.

The room was quiet, the ecstasy dazzled in the corner of the room, he fell asleep and his lips kissed the ring.

I shot him on the shoulder, but he wouldn’t feel it.

In the next few days, when Meng dared not take leave to make the Qi-tempo go on working with a hot body, it was rare that the Qi-tempo did not bother her any more.

They just waited for the last night to leave the resort.

At night, the doorbell of the Quetta room suddenly rings.

I floated behind the Qi and followed the door, and I didn’t think it would be Meng-age.

She seemed like she had the courage to smile at you: “I think I haven’t thanked you yet, Mr. Qi, for saving me last time at the sea.” I’m sorry.

The Quetta is closing.

“Can we get this straight? I don’t want you to go back and complain to the company about our team. I’m sorry.

“I’ll take it.” I’m sorry.

“I know you hate me, but my colleagues are innocent, right? I’m sorry.

Innocent? You don’t seem to be entitled to the word innocent. “I’m not going to talk to her.

Meng-gi went after her, she gave up again and again tonight she drank, and finally yelled at everything she dared to say.

“That’s enough! Is it me who killed your girlfriend? I apologize to you with the utmost sincerity. I’m satisfied with your offer of compensation, but it’s not me who made the mistake! Is the murderer my brother and I not entitled to live? I’m sorry.

Her cold face held Meng’s wrist, but her hot body let him loose.

“Well, you have the right to live, your brother has it, your family has it. He is calmly sarcastic and tired of being like Meng.

Meng-age tears filled his eyes.

She choked, “What can I do? Do I have a choice? My family hurt you. Do I have a choice? I don’t want to be tortured, I don’t want to make amends for them. I want to be selfish about my own life. I’m sorry.

Quiet silence.

He raised his head and waved at her: “Go away. I’m sorry.

Meng-gi wiped his tears, turned around, took a few steps, and suddenly fainted at the door of the Qinh chamber.

..well, I’ve figured it out.

The follow-up story was that the male master was rushing to pick up the hostess and surprised to learn that she had a fever, took care of her all night with guilt and bitterness, and then woke up the next day, when the two of them broke their feelings in the warm morning.

What revenge is a flirting game.

But ten seconds have passed and Meng is still lying on the ground.

I looked back at the commandments.

He stood still, staring at people on the ground.

What are you doing?

He turned around the next second and called the front desk.

“Come and move the man at my door. I’m sorry.

“Aah! Move what?”

“People. I’m sorry.

“…who?”

“I don’t know. I’m sorry.

“…where to move?”

“Go to a hospital or a police station crematorium, as you wish! I’m sorry.

Meng had a guess.

When she left the resort, she replaced her team, and her company pushed the pot on her back and deducted her monthly salary bonus.

The end of the month was the time limit set by the court for the payment of compensation, but the family ‘ s compensation was not logged to my parents ‘ accounts on time.

My parents are still sad for me, and they don’t need money or care whether the compensation is on time.

This has given the Quissance another touch.

He led people straight into the Meng’s door, like a gangster.

Meng-age’s parents were also troubled by his son’s imprisonment, and they heard the Quaids coming to collect debts, and they waved their faces: “You asked for my daughter’s money, and my son was brought in. How can we pay for it?” I’m sorry.

In the middle of the day, the Qi-tei-tei called people to empty their homes.

Meng-age parents cried out loud and verbally abused.

Meng-gi came back.

Her mother dragged her, and she slapped her in the face: “Damn girl, you have to leave your house empty! Are you watching us die? I’m sorry.

Meng-age is holding up.

Me too.

Quietly turn back.

She looked up at the shadow of the commandment, bit her lips dead, and swallowed her bitter tears.

“Mr. Qi, I’ll borrow it. I’ll give you the money right away! I’m sorry.

“Why are you crying?” I’m here to rob? You didn’t pay this money? I’m sorry.

Exulsive caution is suffocating.

Meng-gi wipes his tears with his hand: “We owe it to him, yes…”

“Don’t delay next time.” I’m sorry.

I found a strange phenomenon.

Every morning, the Quetta wakes up and sits in the face of an empty pillow on his right hand.

Sometimes he cries, I count, not more than two drops.

I think it’s because he’s been looking away.

One morning he touched the ring on his hands and said to himself, “Am, I know what to do. I’m sorry.

He knows who to take revenge on.

There should be revenge on Meng-age parents.

Meng-age parents opened a small teahouse where neighbours drank tea and played cards.

The Cabinets sent someone to pour red oil twice and reported that they were gambling.

Meng has come to negotiate with Qin.

The first thing the Quetta said to her was, “Did your parents force you to? I’m sorry.

I look at Qi, and he’s still faceless, and he’s looking up at Meng’s eyes, and there doesn’t seem to be any progress between them.

But he can already sense her difficulties.

“How can you spare my parents?” They’re old, they really can’t afford it. I’m sorry.

Que seras, silence.

“Do I kneel before you in public, please let them go? “It’s time for Meng to stand up before the sound of his voice.

The Quetta looked at her.

“You may kneel, where you kneel, how long you kneel, how long you kneel, how long you kneel on your knees, how long you kneel, how long I will see, and I will watch, and I will smile, “but I remember your parents haven’t kneeled. I’m sorry.

Meng looked pale at him, “Don’t go too far…”

“You’re good to your family. # I don’t know #

In the eyes of Meng, there’s hope.

“But it doesn’t matter. I’m sorry.

“…”

In two days’ time, her mother dragged her into the Qinh office.

“My son is in jail, what are you going to do?” A big man, so careful! I’m telling you, you want money, we don’t have it! I’m sorry.

“What is your family then?” “and the crappy furniture…”

“There’s a daughter in our family who’ll pay off her debt! That’s right. Pay you a girlfriend! I’m sorry.

Meng’s mother was so rude, she wrinkled, she was so full of words.

“That’s enough! I’m sorry.

“You bitch, you…”

“You said your brother wanted a car, I bought it for him. You said it was my fault. If you really don’t treat me like a daughter, I’ll never recognize you as a mother. I’m sorry.

I don’t think I’ve ever thought of a daughter who’s always been in love with you.

“You don’t want to move, you can beg him on your knees, you don’t want to lose your money, and you can appeal.” Meng-Yu wipes your tears, and you’re standing up and you’re in the way. I’m sorry.

After a farce.

There was no face on the ceremonial note, and there was a pen in his hand.

When Meng-gi left, he called the security guard to catch him.

And I sat on the Qur’an table, and cried out, and said, “She is poor, too. I’m sorry.

He looked down and couldn’t see his face.

At night, the Quetta was summoned to the bar by friends who were very concerned about him and were trying to ask him whether he needed a new relationship to overcome the distress.

And the Quetta said, “When little Ani wakes up, we will invite you to eat.” I’m sorry.

All of them were chilly and they thought he was insane.

The neon light of the bar passed through my transparent body, and I watched the Qi-tai-tai.

After three rounds of wine, far away, the Qi Dynasty saw Meng sitting by the bar and drinking.

He was prepared to turn a blind eye to her, but Meng came towards him with a glass.

She was drunk and her eyes were red, and she was squeezed through the crowd to the duel, carrying a glass of beer.

“Mr. Qi, to you, to me, to my parents, to you, to you, to you, to you, to me, to you, to you, to you, to me. To you it makes it hard for me to live for the first time. I’m sorry.

The Qi’s fists are tight and loose and tight.

His eyebrow moved. He didn’t say anything.

But as I can see from his reaction, the matter of Meng’s lost his job was not part of his plan.

The burning tears of Meng passed the glass in her hand, and suddenly she lifted her hand on the shoulder of the Qinh.

“How come you don’t drink it? I’m not a sinner tonight but I won’t drink now, and I’ll talk to you later. I’m sorry.

Apparently she was drunk, crying and laughing. But I found that in the dark light of the moment, Meng-age’s wanton behaviour was something that could not be said.

What a blessing.

You’re not talking, are you?

So I looked up to the Qur’an, and I watched him speak out of the coldest of sight,

“Don’t thank me. Your family deserves it. I’m sorry.

Meng-gi grabbed a bottle of wine and fell on him.

“Go, go!” She fell into a crowd.

The others looked at it with a different eye.

This awkward situation was not resolved until the partners of the Kitchen Company raised Meng.

Meng’s nest was on the corner of the couch, holding bottles of wine and crying, and the words were a sign of torture and revenge.

The Quetta is lazy to explain. Stand up and get your coat.

“You’re not going to send her back? I’m sorry.

Ziddharton, who said, “Is this what I should do?” I’m sorry.

After learning about the events, the Qiding partner was very dissatisfied with his announcement of personal vendettas.

“Get out of the company, you can do whatever you want, but since it’s a job, you have to consider the company’s image, not…”

“What do you want me to do?” I’m sorry.

“Well, even though Miss Meng has been dismissed, our resort project has been entrusted to her, so as to both compensate her and save the company’s credibility. I’m sorry.

The Quetta touched the ring on the finger.

Then he said, “Whatever.” I’m sorry.

So, for the second time, the Qa’il and Meng’s came to the island that I loved, but this time it seemed as if they were at peace.

When they were staying in the resort, they stood side by side, without any confrontation.

And We floated behind them, and heard the passing tourists pointing at them, saying, “See, the couple must have come to the honeymoon. Am I not wrong with this place?” I’m sorry.

No one hears but me.

The Quaid was saying to Meng-Yu: “I will transfer the money after the completion of the project directly to An’s parents’ account as compensation for your family. I’m sorry.

Meng-gi refused: “Why?” If you don’t pay me, I’ll sue you in court. I’m sorry.

“…” says nothing.

He took his luggage and turned back to his room, and Meng called him “Mr. Qi.” I’m sorry.

He looked back at her.

“I don’t think we’re likely to be friends, but in the next few days, I hope we can maintain a harmonious working atmosphere. I’m sorry.

The Quetta didn’t say anything.

I know that his hatred for Meng has long been shaken.

Soon, he’ll know her better, know her, love her.

And soon, he’s gonna start dropping me off, completely.

In the next few days, Meng-gi has fully demonstrated his charisma.

At work, she’s all about it.

Both people can argue whether to pretend to be automatic or push-pushing for the purpose of the resort door.

“Drink it, finish it.” I’m sorry.

In the evening, the sun sets bright on the sea, and the children of Mon and tourists play on the seaside.

I stood on the beach watching her for a long time without moving.

Meng laughs very sweetly, and I’m not surprised if he’s attracted and moved.

Finally, the male and female protagonists are entering the main line.

I didn’t see his face behind the Qi.

I think I should be bored in my chest at this point, but I lost my body, and there was nothing left but a dead soul that didn’t even feel the pain.

Meng-gi came to him and grunted, “What are you doing in the water if you want to play?” I’m sorry.

“How can you laugh with so much debt? I’m sorry.

“Shall I cry and cry?” “The more you want me to die, the more happy I am.” I’m sorry.

“No one wants you dead.” I’m sorry.

Meng, she’s like a beating light, a spring wind.

Following the routine, moving and moving, the leading woman enters the world of the leading man.

Late in the night, when working overtime, Meng-Yu and Qi Dynasty fell asleep on a bunch of sketches.

Wake up and see Meng’s sleep.

He looked at her and didn’t get up.

That was a long two minutes.

Long enough I hear my own heavy, painful heartbeat.

I finally felt a bit sad.

How do you feel when you watch your heroine sleep in front of you?

Happy, guilty, confused or moved?

In that long two minutes, did you ever cross my face for a second?

I’ve been your love relative for ten years.

Of course I wouldn’t say anything if you chose to forget me now.

After all, this decade is one third of my life, and you are only one eighth.

Meng-Yu found an excellent view of grass on the island of the resort.

She was trying to discuss with the Quissan how to make rational use of the grass, but she was struck back.

“No way. I’m sorry.

“Why?” I’m sorry.

“Not if you say no. I’m sorry.

“You’re not happy with me again, are you? “It’s time to turn around and leave.”

Actually, I’d like to say no.

I’ve mentioned it more than once, and I’d love to have a wedding on that meadow, and I’ve even been foolishly searching for many designs, fantasies of my own, like all naive little girls.

The Quetta always says, “Okay, he knows.”

Now Meng wants to change there to something I don’t know what.

Will the Quetta stand for me?

Or will he compromise with his heroine?

Two days later, the partner of the Qiqibaw came to the resort to check on the progress of the project, and Meng had informed him of the plan for the grass, but because she did not agree, she decided that the programme would be abandoned.

I didn’t expect the Ziding partner to shake his head: “Well, since it’s a good project, of course it’s to be implemented!” Leave him alone, I’ll do it!”

The following day, Meng found the Qiqi injunction and asked him again, on an exploratory basis, why he had rejected her programme.

It’s not easy to answer in peace: “Annie likes it.” There are few visitors to that meadow, and I would like to keep it as far as I can, as a tribute to Ann. I’m sorry.

Meng-Yo.

Then she choked her hands, and tears came out of her eyes, and she said to him, “This is sorry.” I’m sorry.

“What?” I’m sorry.

By the time they arrived, the grass had been fenced up and placed in the building.

We hear in it the sound of weed-throwing, and we hear the heavy stomping of people in chaos.

The Holy Land, which I dreamed of before, is about to become a tourist destination that has been trampled on by countless people.

It’s no big deal. Can I take it?

It’s just that I think the traces of my existence in the world are being wiped out a little bit.

I want to cry.

But I’m just an empty soul.

I won’t cry, even my eyes won’t get wet.

Let the world destroy me, and my lover forgets me, and I can’t help it.

One of the ceremonial acts was to tear down the building plates and stormed in and shouted to stop them.

The workers refused: “We stop now and the progress will not come.” I’m sorry.

The agitated foreman thought he had come here to cause trouble, and he blew him away, grabbed a shovel and threw it at him.

Meng-ages were holding on to their commandments.

The shovel fell on her shoulder.

It hurts so much that she frowns and takes a breath of air.

Quiet, look down at her.

Meng’s face was heartbreaking, and she was saying to the Queen’s Command: “I’m sorry, I really didn’t know this was so important to you. I’m sorry.

Workers don’t move and continue to do their work.

The gruesome dictum went straight up and the foreman swung up.

Meng-gi tried to stop him, but the pain didn’t work.

I watched this scene in silence.

I’m so sweet, and at this moment I’m thinking, is the Qi’s order for me or for Meng’s.

This mess was not controlled until the Quetta partners arrived.

You’re crazy! You’re gonna kill us for a dead man, aren’t you? I’m sorry.

The red-eyed dictum holds him in his collar: “Annie really thinks you’re a friend, and that’s how you treat her? You promised her you wouldn’t move this place! I’m sorry.

“When did I promise her? Don’t give me a hard time here. You didn’t shed a tear when your girlfriend died. You wouldn’t even take her picture. What kind of boyfriend are you playing now? I’m sorry.

“She’s not dead. She wakes up tomorrow morning! I’m sorry.

And the uncontrollable Qur’an, the loco, has caused the others to take a few steps in aversion.

The partner pushed him away: “You are sick.” I’m sorry.

The commandment fell on the ground, and the look was overwhelming.

Everyone thought he was a psycho, except Meng.

She cried and held her hand in secret.

Meng had bought bruised ointment at the pharmacy and had come back to the resort with a ceremonial order to smoke at the door.

“How’s it going?” I’m sorry.

“All right. I’m sorry.

“Thank you. I’m sorry.

When Meng-Yu came down, he laughed: “Maybe I really owe you. I’m sorry.

Neither of them said anything, standing side by side in peace, and watching the sea as calm as a black cloth.

The picture is as good as the end of the story, and the men and women who are leading the world together will end up in their families.

“Why don’t you leave?” I’m sorry.

“Did you have dinner?”

The Quetta looked back at Meng.

This sudden questioning seems to have erupted as if the currents were raging, and we all understand that this sentence means that their relationship has deteriorated.

“It’s none of your business. “It’s cold and turned back to the room.”

“The Quetta, you should have let yourself go. Meng-gi raised his hand and courageously pulled the horn of the Qi’s commandment, “I just feel so pathetic about you. Get better as soon as possible and have a better life waiting for you, okay? I’m sorry.

“Miss Meng, you have no right to say this.” I’m sorry.

Meng-age is firm: “But she must want you to be happy too.” I’m sorry.

…no.

I’m actually a careful person, and people who love me for so many years just forget me, and I’ll be angry.

“She really wants you to be happy.” I’m sorry.

And suddenly the commandment smiled, scornful, sarcastic and rude, as though it were mocking the age of Meng and her ignorance and arrogance.

He responded to her with the same firm tone: “You really care too much.” I’m sorry.

And he tried to prove that I would wake up, and every morning he went to bed early, and the next day he woke up blindfolded.

Unfortunately, there are still empty pillows on the right.

The resort project is at the end of its term and Meng has often come to discuss design with Qin.

I can see her mind every time she whispers her eyes to the side of the commandment.

Love in the eyes, unstoppable.

She tried very hard to get the Qi’s commandments back to a good life, but she did not.

At night, Meng-gi came to ask him to go to the beach.

The Queen’s Commandment fell down and took off his coat.

“I’m going to bed, you’re not leaving? My girlfriend used to sleep early. I’m sorry.

Meng’s face is cold, but she still smiles low: “Then why don’t you rest early and we’ll have breakfast tomorrow? You haven’t had soy milk in the restaurant. I’m sorry.

“Please buy me two. My girlfriend likes it. I’m sorry.

“That’s enough of the Qinh, ” the Meng-age can’t stand it, “Don’t do this…be normal. I’m sorry.

“Better not call me that. “I’m gonna put her out in cold and close the door.

It was quiet in the room, and I watched the commandments without permission.

The next day, when Meng was bled, he was still glowing as hot as the little sun, and he took his own design to find his commandment.

“Miss Meng, I don’t know what you’re drawing.” I’m sorry.

Meng was embarrassed to strangulate the drawings.

But perhaps my girlfriend will be interested, and she used to be very fond of pulling me to design it.

“Okay! We don’t have to talk about her anymore. @Bundo: #Jan25

Meng-age did not appear for two days in a row.

Then, on a rainy day, when the island was dark, tourists were advised to stay in their rooms, and when they left, they met their partners and were wet.

He went to the south woods for a wind survey.

But Meng-gi hasn’t come back yet. He came back first.

And he wrinkled his head and swiped his partner: “You are such an asshole.” I’m sorry.

He returned, grabbed the umbrella and ran out of the resort, heading north in the harsh weather.

I sat quietly on the co-driver and watched him visit the perimeter anxiously, and later he found Meng-gi, which was not my position.

He didn’t find Meng until nightfall.

Both of them were in a mess, and Meng fell into his arms as soon as she saw the Quibs, and she cried so hard for the first time.

She was pushed away by the Cabinet: “Go back.” I’m sorry.

Although his words were still so cold, his actions were truly warm.

She’s completely trapped.

On the way back she opened her heart and talked about her tragic past.

“When I first got to work, Mom and Dad were taking my brother on a trip, and I took them off to the airport, and it was a rainy day when the car hit the side of the road, and I was stuck in a seat belt, and they didn’t mind me. And then I never dared to drive again, as if it were for my brother. I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

“Thank you for not throwing me away like they did. I’m sorry.

The Cabinet no longer speaks, and the atmosphere inside the car falls into a silhouette.

Returning to the resort is late at night and the storm is still not stopping.

The Quetta refused to play an umbrella with Meng-age and walked in front of him in the rain, and suddenly he looked down, and his feet stopped.

When Meng-gi came up, he stayed with him under an umbrella and looked at him, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

His face was filled with uncertainty and rigidity, and his eyes were like children, ranging from being full of innocents to evaporating, and finally panic and suffering distorted his five officials.

“Where’s my ring? I’m sorry.

And the Qur’an kneeled directly on its knees in the moist grass, looking for the little silver ring, and the storm fell on his shoulder like a stick.

“Where’s the ring? Where’s the ring?”

Yes, Qi, you lost my ring in search of Meng.

It’s not a formal ring, you haven’t proposed, but it’s the only ring you can find, having my temperature.

Now you lost it.

Meng-ju said that if you lose something, it means you should put it down.

Well, I don’t know how to counter it.

In the morning of the following day, Meng-gi brought breakfast to Qi’s edict, and instead of leaving, she had to be at his door.

I sat on the window and watched her hesitate to knock again or again.

I can’t believe it was the lead lady who started the offensive.

By sunset, the Qi will open its door.

Meng-gi waited at his door to see his eyes shined with joy: “At last you!”

“Are you crazy? “You want to be my new girlfriend?” I’m sorry.

Meng-gi didn’t talk, and he had a complex look on his face.

“Are you trying to make me and Ann’s killer a family until New Year’s Eve? Or do you want me to get Ann’s killer out of jail as his brother-in-law and shoot him on the shoulder and say he’s okay? What’s the matter, you’re missing a guy who pays compensation at the end of the month? I’m sorry.

That’s what makes Meng’s face green.

There appeared in her eyes an indignation at the Qur’an, and there was no joy.

“Miss Meng, if we were to be lovers, it would be our greatest misfortune. So stay away from me. I’m sorry.

The qisas were uttered, and he carried his feet across the board of the door and passed on to Meng.

I looked back and saw Meng leaving with his head down and disappearing completely around the corner of the corridor and never again.

Apparently she didn’t expect the story to develop like this, nor did I.

He walked out of the resort and came to my beloved pasture, and at that point he had a dead body.

The golden sunset was sightedly on the grass.

The onion has been badly spoiled at this moment, with puddles and crooked travel signs.

The Quetta was there for a long time.

I was there with him for a long time.

He can’t wear the ring on his no-name finger anymore, but I can feel it, and at this moment he’s thinking about me.

I saw the wedding I had dreamed of for a long time, and I saw my gorgeous dress, and he was laughing at me when he saw the red carpet from afar.

We are all young and lively.

And the moment the sun sets, it means that I and the Qi Dynasty have finished a big wedding.

At night he went back to the resort and he made a decision.

I understand his decision.

I was a little confused when he shouted to his partner the other day, “You promised her you wouldn’t touch this land.”

It was the 30th cycle. I was lying in bed with his partner for cancer.

And when it was said, “She will wake up tomorrow morning,” I realized.

Ninety-nine cycles. Are you always with me?

I’ve been dead 99 times. He’s been watching me die 99 times?

He’s had 99 funerals for me.

He knew I’d wake up in the morning on the fourth day, so he didn’t leave a picture for me. He only went to bed early and waited for me to wake up the next day.

But maybe he doesn’t understand why I’m in this cycle or why I’m not waking up again.

I made him wait a long time.

Finally, he realized I would never wake up.

At this moment, the Cabinet has made a decision.

When he picked up the fruit knife, the voice of Meng age was heard outside the door and she was asking him to go out for dinner.

It’s a very light voice and, with hesitation, finally has the courage to knock on the door.

She had such a strong feeling of appreciation for the Quetta.

If the Cabinet chose to walk out of the door, he would fall in love with his heroine, he would be cured, repaired, and he would be happy and well.

He’ll live his life without my happiness according to the so-called set.

And he may choose to ignore the voice outside the door for the sake of my white moon.

He sunk into a tub full of water.

It’s as if I had to stand on the stage when I was running for the prize.

The tender blood has gradually eroded my vision.

His five officials became gentle and vague.

I didn’t cry, but it seemed like I heard the sound of the commandment again.

He’s heavy like he’s taking a story to me. He said, “I wonder when I had a dream, a long one.

“The person most loved in the dream will leave me one day and wake up the morning after leaving.

“When I want to ask, it’s like I’m in my throat. Well, it’s good to live with this ridiculous dream.

“Until one day, the man who should wake up did not wake up.

“I want to be a bad guy to avenge her, but it’s hard, and every time I look at that murderer’s sister, I think of her, and she always smiles.

“I don’t have a moonlight, I don’t have a leading woman, and I don’t want to finish a script for me.

“I have only one love, the name of Chen Yi An. We have known each other for 13 years and have loved each other for 10 years.

“She has long hair and occasionally wants to cut short her hair, she has one eyelid, and her makeup bag is often covered with both eyes, she likes to wear a hat and says that she doesn’t have to wash her hair, and I like to kiss her lips, her fingers and her forehead.

“She will not be a blurry image in my memory, nor will she be a stepping stone on the road to love.”

“…love, you will always be my distinct and vivid love. I remember not only your face, your lips, but your own wonderful life.

“I waited a long time, you didn’t wake up, so I had to sleep. #Present: YXA1ga5mj6mueEBplZ2JirzrJ

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.