1473: C1473 It's Far from What I Can Imagine

C1473 It's Far from What I Can Imagine

Wenn Ruoqing walked out of the hotel and the smile on her face faded.

Her heart felt a little pain and the calmness that she pretended to be calm instantly collapsed.

The night was slightly cold. She hugged her arms tightly and looked at the warm yellow light of the street lamp. For some reason, she felt a sense of bleakness.

She knew that she was far from being able to let go as she had imagined.

She still cared about Jiang Lingyun.

That dog man had treated her like this for a green tea b * tch a year ago. What was she thinking about him for?

She really wanted to slap herself to wake herself up.

Da Bai drove over and got out of the car to help her open the car door in a gentlemanly manner.

Wenn Ruoqing took a deep breath and suppressed her emotions before getting into the car.

Da Bai closed the car door and sat in the driver's seat before starting the car.

The car sped along, and the space was silent.

Wenn Ruoqing wrapped her coat tightly around the jacket that Da Bai had thrown at her. She looked at the street scenery that flashed past and kept silent.

Da Bai, who was in the driver's seat, looked at her through the rearview mirror and frowned slightly.

He took out a phone from his pocket and handed it to the backseat.

"This is your original phone. It was thrown to the side of the road. I picked it up for you. It's fully charged."

He really wanted to ask her if she was still thinking about Jiang Lingyun.

He didn't need to ask. Looking at her absent-minded look, he knew that she hadn't let him go.

He really wanted to beat Jiang Lingyun up.

Wenn Ruoqing took the phone and her attention was diverted.

She played with her phone and pressed the turn on button.

The screen lit up and countless messages flooded in.

Wenn Ruoqing looked at the name that appeared and her hand that was holding the phone tightened.

Jiang Lingyun, did he send her a lot of messages?

She pursed her red lips and wanted to throw the phone aside, but she could not help but click on one of the messages.

"Ruoqing, where are you?"

"What happened? Why is the phone switched off?"

"Ruoqing, are you still angry with me?"

" Ruoqing, don't scare me. Hurry up and call me back! "

... ""

Countless messages were sent over a year ago when something happened to her.

What was this?2

Worried about him?

Didn't he have Wang Xin'er by his side?

Could it be that he couldn't bear the loneliness and wanted to find him to chat about life?

Ah!

Scumbag man!

Thinking of what happened a year ago, Wenn Ruoqing's heart was in turmoil.

She turned off her phone and threw it to the side, no longer thinking about those annoying things.

Everything was in the past.

Wenn Ruoqing had died a year ago.

Now, she was Chu Xing!

She would never have anything to do with scumbags again!

...

On the other side, Wang Xin'er followed Jiang Lingyun out of the hotel.

After Jiang Lingyun finished making the call, he silently walked towards the underground garage and unconsciously clenched his fingers.

Ever since Wenn Ruoqing left, Jiang Lingyun did not stay any longer.

She could only accompany smiling face and leave with him.

Sitting in the car, Wang Xin'er put on her seatbelt and looked at the clearly absent-minded man. She asked softly, "Mr Jiang, do you know that Chu Xing?"

Once Chu Xing left, Jiang Lingyun seemed to have lost his soul.

Who was this woman?

Why didn't she remember that Jiang Lingyun had such a woman by his side?

When he heard Wang Xin'er's question, Jiang Lingyun's hand that was about to start the car paused.

"Chu Xing? You said her name is Chu Xing?"

He remembered that his big brother had told him that the woman in the village was called Chu Xing.

Was it her?

Was this Chu Xing the Chu Xing in the village?

Was she Wenn Ruoqing?

"Yes! Mr Jiang, she seems to be a little against me, but I don't know her at all. Could it be that I have unintentionally offended her?"

Wang Xin'er looked at Jiang Lingyun's dazed expression and clenched her handbag tightly.

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