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Han Zhao was in charge of the whole process, and Lin Qiao had no complaints.

When the two left the hotel and saw no one around, he half-jokingly said, "How do you know I don't choose money? I'll wait for him to increase the price."

"Overweight? After he overweights, you can laugh at him and leave?" Han Zhao gave him a look, "Don't mess with this kind of person, he will ask you to report later and you will delay, if he wants to change lawyers, you should hurry up Get away, don't force him to jump over the wall and do something."

"Okay," Lin Qiao said slowly after being caught by him, "I originally wanted to say something sarcastic. Abandoning a bad wife is already bad enough, and the vision of picking a mistress is not good—that poor Xiaoyun has always been Fanning the flames next to him is a great trick."

Han Zhao sneered: "It's okay, in terms of means, it can't compare to Xie."

Lin Qiao froze for a moment, wanted to defend but felt that it was meaningless, so he had to say helplessly: "It's over, okay?"

Han Zhao pulled the corners of his mouth, and stopped at the smoking spot in front of the hotel.

"Have a cigarette with me before leaving."

Lin Qiao complied, and watched helplessly as he took out a cigarette and lit it—since he lost to Xie Rui in the last bet, he was forced to quit smoking.The physical addiction is gone, and the psychological addiction is still far away. Seeing Han Zhao smoking now, I feel like asking for one.

Seeing him staring at the cigarette in his hand reluctantly, Han Zhao directly said "no".

"I didn't say anything," Lin Qiao shrank his hands, but he didn't deny that he wanted to smoke. "You are so full that you don't know how hungry you are."

"It's not a good thing. In the past two years, your addiction has become more and more serious. I wanted to ask you to quit a long time ago."

Lin Qiao was silent, thinking that my addiction to smoking is also due to your contribution.

Han Zhao didn't feel his resentment, so he smoked his cigarette by himself, and when he smoked half of it, he suddenly asked him: "We met in the small restaurant a few days ago, did Xie Rui talk to you when he went back? "

Lin Qiao hummed lightly, thinking that he didn't talk to me, and just practiced it on the bed.

"It's really unfair to talk about it," Lin Qiao complained, "I've never been to that restaurant with you, okay? Who knew we would be together so coincidentally."

"Who did you go with before?" Han Zhao asked him.

"Xu Jiahui," Lin Qiao recalled, "except for him, everyone thinks the taste is bland."

Han Zhao nodded, took a puff of cigarette, and suddenly said solemnly: "Lin Qiao, I treated you badly before, but now I think about it, I'm very sorry."

Lin Qiao was taken aback by what he said, and old things suddenly came to his mind.

"Don't, don't," he waved his hand at Han Zhao after a brief daze, "I'm not used to you like this, a good boyfriend is addicted to doing it?"

Seeing his reaction, Han Zhao smiled wryly.

The cigarette was exhausted, and the two had nothing to say. Han Zhao put out the cigarette and said, "Let's go."

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The lights in the office were bright, and after gossiping about the boss's past, everyone dispersed to continue working.Amid the incessant clicking of the keyboard, no one noticed that He Jing left the office with a pale face.

In the coffee shop downstairs, in an inconspicuous corner, the white-collar worker who skipped work halfway put a cup of coffee in front of him, sitting stiffly.

It's just a ring... that's all...

He Jing stared blankly at the coffee in front of him.

It's just a ring with my own name engraved on it and given to others to "wear and play".

He clutched his phone tightly, and the log file that was opened on the screen was the log file he had thrown into a corner before.

The blog-style flashback log ends on a certain page, and what is added after the blog is what happened after the blog was closed.

The new additions are sparse and undated.But for the vulgar plot, a few words are enough.

"My mother likes you very much when she sees you, but your mother doesn't seem to like me very much. Let's please her slowly in the future."

"I got the ring I ordered, and it's almost like asking for marriage."

"I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and wanted to hear your voice, but it was Xie Rui who answered the phone - you were in the same bed with him, but I had to pretend not to know."

"You don't believe that I didn't sleep with Coco, and said that we could only go here, that we should wake up from the dream we had together.

The room is very dark, as you walk further and further away, your back is hidden in the dark mist, and the faded ring is lying on the ground, dazzlingly bright.

The thought that we stumbled and finally grasped the future turned out to be nothing more than wishful thinking.

A relationship of more than ten years can't be worth a few months. I used to think that it was impossible to accept any betrayal, but at the moment you pulled out your hand, I realized that the bottom line is used to break.

I hate myself why I can't play dumb to the end.

Trapped in a nightmare with no end in sight, no matter how hard you struggle, there is no hope. "

At the end of the document, a photo from an unknown sky was pasted - the stars formed a circle, the blue was set against the white, it was beautifully photographed.There are four small characters written below: "Happy Birthday".

The diary came to an abrupt end, He Jing's nose was sore, and he closed his eyes, unable to stop the tears welling up.

He was just an outsider in the breakup scene that had long ended, but when the curtain ended, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the actor he was familiar with.

The lovers who have been in love for many years are about to achieve a positive result, but they encounter a shameless mistress who robs them of their love, and finally they are separated by a beating.

He Jing still remembers that cold night in Chongming, Han Zhao told him under the starry sky that he still loved the lover who betrayed him very much.And the night when he confessed his love, Han Zhao suddenly broke down and asked him if he understood that his life was too bad and he couldn't drag him into it?

I didn't understand it then, but I understand it now.

Looking at the few words written by Han Zhao through a small screen, his eyes were soaked with tears before he knew it.

Why didn't we know about these things sooner?If I knew earlier, when he left you, I would come to your side, hug you and comfort you, and let you not be sad, not sad.

It's not worth it for someone like that.

Light music was playing in the cafe, and customers were sitting in twos and threes, most of them focused on the mobile phone or computer in front of them, and no one noticed He Jing in the corner who was out of order.

Suddenly, a loud cell phone rang in the quiet space, and it didn't stop for a while.The people sitting nearby chased after the source of the sound, and looked at the place where He Jing was sitting with reproachful eyes.

After a while, He Jing realized that it was Han Zhao's phone in his pocket that was ringing. He wiped his face with his hand, found out the phone and pressed the answer button.

"Hello! I'm calling to introduce you to Zhonghuan with a down payment of 30 and a loan of 7%..."

He Jing sniffed, and pressed the hang up button before the other end of the phone finished speaking.

The phone didn't ring much in the morning. After hanging up the sales call, he looked at the screen and found that there were unread WeChat messages hanging on the standby screen.

The message has a name and a surname, and it has been a while since it was sent.

"Lin Qiao: I'm at the hotel."

"Lin Qiao: Room 2503, waiting for you."

With a bang, there was a sudden loud noise from the corner of the cafe, and a mobile phone was smashed to the ground with all its strength, and the screen instantly shattered into spider webs.

The customers in the cafe were startled by the sound, and all turned their heads to look at He Jing.Under the gaze of everyone, he bit his lips and stood up, bent down with difficulty, and picked up the unrecognizable mobile phone on the ground with trembling hands.

Step by step, walking slowly to the place to order, He Jing heard himself say to the waiter behind the counter:

"An iced Americano, add more ice, and take away."

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