Chapter 1398

When ye Linlang thought of the contract he signed, his throat choked.

Instead of letting Jiang Qilan have any more nostalgia for her.

It's better to start from today and completely cut off Jiang Qilan's Thoughts on himself.

She knew that if she missed Jiang Qilan, she could not have such a good person in her life.

However, there is no alternative.

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Jiang Qilan's pupil shrinks painfully, and the face of Qingjun is hazed at the moment.

"Ye Linlang, if you say it again, I will believe it."

Why say it again?

Those words, like a needle, are all over ye Linlang's heart.

Ye Linlang forced herself not to choke. Her eyes turned red and her heart tingled. She could only pretend to disdain to speak.

"Young master Jiang, how many times do I have to say before you are satisfied?"

"May I ask you not to be sentimental

"Since you have just finished that kind of bone setting operation, it must not be suitable to use massage chair. If you think that thing is eye-catching, you can throw it away!"

"What's more, international calls are very expensive. I really don't want to waste my money talking with you. By the way, I'll change my card. Please don't bother me again in the future."

Before Jiang Qi ran spoke, ye Linlang reached out his hand and hung up the phone.

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It's all her fault.

She is such a weak person, really can't listen to what Jiang Qilan will say.

She clearly wants to play the role of a vicious ex girlfriend and let Jiang Qilan die for himself.

Knowing that there is no hope, do not give yourself or others hope, lest you become more desperate in the future.

Ye Linlang knows all these things.

But why, wait until really say export time, own heart, so painful, so painful?

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Ye Linlang sits on the ground a little bit.

Tears, like the flood out of the gate, drip down continuously.

The dim crescent moon is hanging in the air outside the window, and Dongchen kingdom is also in summer at this time. It is just because the capital of Dongchen country is near the sea, the air is more moist.

When ye Linlang thought about his scenes these days, he only felt that a big dream was like an absurd and uninhibited play.

How I wish it was really just a dream, a play.

The dream is over, the play is over, the reality has not changed anything.

Unfortunately, there is no if.

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Ye Linlang hugged the quilt, and tears soaked into the pillowcase.

This night, the weather is a little hot, but the night wind blows, ye Linlang's heart is cold.

She hugged the thin air-conditioner quilt and looked sad.

Forget me.

I hope you can meet more suitable people.

Ye Linlang tearful eyes whirling, she bowed her head and stroked the diamond necklace under her pajamas.

The wings of Cygnus are exquisite, and even in the dim night, they also emit charming light.

This is probably the last consolation.

Good bye.

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean, Kyushu, city A.

The sun was blazing in the afternoon.

Jiang Qilan is holding a mobile phone with blind voice, and his black pupil emits violent light.

Ye Linlang Hang up.

Sure enough, I think too much.

Is it he who is sentimental?

A person's heart, to what extent, can say such words?

Jiang Qilan looks gloomy, like the sky is about to rain, haze.

The mobile phone automatically entered the screen saver. There was a girl's smile on it. Although the facial features were not very brilliant, the smile was extremely sweet.

It's ye Linlang.

When he saw that face, suddenly, Jiang Qilan directly smashed his mobile phone to the ground!

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Bang when a few loud noises, the mobile phone directly from the shell.

The screen of the phone is broken.

However, Jiang Qiran was very angry and laughed back, with a sarcastic smile on his thin lips.

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He raised his foot, went to the place where the mobile phone was broken and stepped on the screen.

Is it he who is sentimental?

Really?

The person who first confessed to himself, in the end, told him what was cruel in this way!

Since ye Linlang doesn't need him.

Then, from now on, he will not need ye Linlang again!

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Jiang Qiran's eyes swept, and he saw that there were still several exercise books on the tea table in the living room.

All of them were bought at the beginning to give ye Linlang lessons.Jiang Qiran did not want to put out his hand, directly on the "five-year college entrance examination three-year simulation" torn to pieces!

The perfect face of Qingjun, however, is covered with gloomy anger at the moment. It looks like a dying hell coming out of hell. It's very shocking!

And with Jiang Qilan's action, the original spotless space, instant paper scraps flying.

Aunt Chen worked hard to clean up the living room, as if it had become a mess.

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However, all this did not satisfy Jiang Qiran.

His handsome brows were cold, but the veins on his hands burst.

Looking up, you can see the massage chair in the corner of the living room.

I don't know where the strength comes from. Jiang Qilan raises the massage chair directly and throws it on the wall next to it!

After the crackling sound of vibration, the pure black massage chair was smashed.

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Half an hour later.

Jiang Qilan's apartment is full of ruins.

All kinds of paper scraps are flying.

The broken things were scattered all over the floor.

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Jiang Miaomiao, who just got up from the quilt and finished his breakfast and lunch together, still felt something wrong when he thought of the phone call before Jiang Qilan.

So she called Jiang Qilan.

Strangely enough, there was no signal.

What's going on?

As soon as Jiang Miaomiao is nervous, he immediately rushes to Jiang Qilan's apartment.

She has a spare key to Jiang Qilan's house.

After knocking at the door of Jiang Qilan's house for two minutes, no one responds. Jiang Miaomiao just feels that things are getting bigger.

As soon as Jiang Miaomiao was nervous, she took out her spare key and opened the door directly.

Who could have thought that Jiang Miaomiao would be shocked by this entrance!

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My God!

This is the home of Jiang Qilan, who has the habit of cleaning up, all kinds of love of cleanliness, and all kinds of perfectionism!?

Jiang Miaomiao opened his mouth strangely.

She looked at all the broken things in the living room, the torn pieces of paper, the chair with broken legs, and she couldn't help swallowing with fear.

Oh, my God.

Is this family stolen?

Jiang Miaomiao shudders and closes the door. He gives a tentative cry.

"Pray, are you there?"

At this time, Jiang Miaomiao turned his head and saw the figure sitting on the ground in the corner of a pile of flying paper.

Jiang Qilan, who has no image like this

Looking at the figure, Jiang Miaomiao was very close.

Step by step, she found that Jiang Qilan's bangs were scattered, a pair of eyes staring at a broken screen mobile phone, eyes are eager.

"Why can't the phone start?"

"Why?!"