Chapter 1285： His big wedding (3)

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"The person to be sorry is me. I don't want to promise you...because...I want to live for myself...I'm really tired...Just treat me as a bad guy who doesn't believe in words...Don't do that. Selfish, please. + + Mobile reading visit m.novelhall.com"

After that, Josh pulled her hand back vigorously, even though he clenched it hard, but she pulled it out little by little, turned and left.

That scene was like time being stretched and slowed down a little bit, her fingertips and hiss, and finally left, getting farther and farther.

Until she didn't even have time to bring the helmet, she rode the Harley straight neatly, and the car left like a wind.

When he looked up at her again, he only left a piece of scattered sand, and her increasingly faint figure.

Don't be so selfish...please...

Don't be so selfish...please...

These words circled in his mind, making his heart seem to have stopped beating and turned into a sharp knife. The lingering and slowing down and down on his heart made him unconscious in pain.

He is cruel after all.

She is still cruel.

Bo Jing stood there, his slender body was like a straight pine and cypress, but there was this one, lonely and lonely.

His eyes were red.

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The few people in a car in the distance looked completely dumbfounded.

No sound anymore.

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The bathroom was filled with mist, the shower rushed over a delicate body who was sitting on the ground holding his knees, and there was a faint sound of choking and sobbing, which was suppressed at the beginning, and became more and more later. I couldn't help it and gradually cried, until finally weeping heartbreakingly.

"Why treat me so, why... treat me so... I hate you... I hate you..."

"Asshole! You asshole...!"

Accompanied by a loud cry, something fell on the mirror and suddenly fell apart.

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When Josh walked out of the bathroom, he could not see any emotions except for his slightly swollen and red eyes.

Wrapped in a bath towel, she picked up her mobile phone with countless messages and missed calls.

Most of them are calls from teammates. She rarely loses the game, so most of them encourage her. She swept them away and did not reply. There were more than ten messages with the same basic content, but She still hurriedly skimmed everyone's information, seeming to see if she missed anyone's information.

however.

not at all.

There is no phone.

She didn't know what it was like for a moment.

She sat on the ground leaning against the sofa, letting her hair still be wet, pulled a pack of cigarettes from the coffee table, pulled out one, picked up the lighter, clicked, got close, lit it, took a deep breath, and exhaled a hazy smoke. In the circle, her appearance became fascinating.

Until it seemed to smoke too quickly, seemed to be choked, coughing violently.

At this time, the phone suddenly remembered.

She was still coughing violently, and without looking at the display, she answered the phone directly, "Cough...Hey...!"

The other party seemed silent for a while.

Just when she seemed to sense something and subconsciously wanted to look at the electric display, there was a low voice on the phone that could not hear any emotional man.

I don't know what he said. When Josh heard the call again, her eyes widened gradually, her entire hand trembling, and the phone slipped and hit the ground.

The cigarette **** burned to herself, but she didn't care about anything. The tears suddenly fell. She got up and quickly put on clothes and ran out, got into a taxi and shed tears. "Master, Hospital, hospital..."

[Aw, they will understand soon]