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Chapter 122 Don't Love At All

It's been 10 minutes already?Call Zi Yun again to see if she has turned on the phone. After so long, the anger should have subsided. You don't really want to take this opportunity to break up with me, do you?
Thinking about it, Wang Ming dialed Han Ziyun's number again. After everything, Wang Ming prayed in his heart, and finally found her phone number and dialed it.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is down."

This is it again!Wang Ming looked like he wanted to go crazy, he was so bored, he clenched his right hand and punched the bed under the quilt, only to find that the flesh on his hand was burnt and it hurt when he touched it...

For some reason, Wang Ming suddenly thought of his biological mother, maybe he was too fragile now, the double vulnerability of emotion and body made him instinctively think of his own mother.

"Mom..." Wang Ming suddenly shouted from the bottom of his heart, his voice trembling violently, and when he called out, his eyes were filled with tears that he hadn't seen for a long time.

It turns out that I haven't seen my own mother for 20 years...

Only a mother is good in the world, a child without a mother is like a grass...

Aren't you just like a grass?And it's the withered grass blowing in the wind without the nourishment of the earth...

No one has me in their hearts, no one has me in their lives, everyone has forgotten me, including their own parents, including the person they love the most...

After seeing the doctor, the housekeeper asked him why he caught a cold, and Wang Ming talked about the matter between him and Han Ziyun.

After all, the butler is someone who has experienced it, and he feels that Han Ziyun doesn't love Wang Ming at all.Although Wang Ming had guessed like this before, it was only his own guess after all, but now even the housekeeper thinks so, and Wang Ming listened to the housekeeper's words like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, so he silently decided in his heart to wait for him to recover from his illness. He has two things to do.

After losing the drip, it was already ten o'clock in the evening. Wang Ming desperately wanted to know what Han Ziyun was thinking, so he called her again, got through, got through, this time it finally got through, Wang Ming felt excited, But there was another burst of fear, and suddenly I didn't know what I was going to say after the call was made.

"Beep-beep-beep beep, sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please dial later..."

Hang up again?Han Ziyun!Why are you so cruel? !Do you know how miserable I am right now?
Hit again!When Wang Ming called again, 10086 said: "Sorry, the number you dialed has been shut down."

"Ah!" Wang Ming wanted to go crazy, "If you want to break up, just say so, what are you doing like this? You bastard!"

Can you not go crazy?It's like a man holds a gun to his head, as if he is about to die, but the man never shoots.Either let it go or kill it, can you give me a happy word?Is there anything more tormenting than keeping a gun pointed at your head without dying, making people feel the fear of dying but giving people a glimmer of hope of being released?
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A night of torment finally ended at two o'clock in the morning with Wang Ming's drowsiness. The night was so quiet that even the cicadas outside fell asleep...

The next morning, Wang Ming was awakened by the sunshine.

He never draws the curtains at night because he likes to be woken up by the sun.

During the sound sleep, Wang Ming gradually felt his eyes light up. After rubbing his eyes to let his eyes gradually adapt to the light, he habitually turned his head and looked out of the large glass window. Clever little bird.

The doctor's method is fast, the fever will not be gone after waking up overnight, and the disappearance of the pain makes Wang Ming feel relaxed all over, although his heart is still heavy.

Slowly looking away from the window, Wang Ming jumped when he looked at the other side of the bed.

(End of this chapter)