Su Yu rolled her eyes at Yan Jiali, with an expression of "what a fool" written all over her body.
Yan Jiali ignored him and continued to persuade Chu Chuan.
Chu Chuan responded with a rare good temper, "Okay."
He immediately called Zhang Ming and said, "Check Nanwan City and look for Luo Qingqing."
Yan Jiali couldn't understand Chu Chuan.
Shouldn't Chu Chuan be very angry, very manic, and want to kill someone?
Why are you so calm now?
He asked tentatively: "Achuan, what are you going to do when you see Luo Qingqing?"
Chu Chuan looked out the car window silently.
In the past few months, his mood has been extremely bad, as if the originally colorful world has suddenly turned black and white.
Boring!
boring!
As time passed, the initial anger had settled into his longing for Luo Qingqing.
right!
He admitted that he missed her very much!
As soon as his mind is idle, he can't help thinking.
Wondering where she is.
Wonder what she is doing.
Think about all the times they were together.
Even in his dreams, he wanted to see her.
But she was very cold in the dream, and she treated him as a stranger when she saw him.
At that time, he had a lot of things he wanted to ask Luo Qingqing.
for example.
What tricks are you playing?
What exactly do you want to do?
Do you really... like me?
......
A few months passed and he became depressed.
There are many questions I don’t know how to ask anymore.
So, what was the first thing he said when he saw her now?
He himself doesn't know.
He couldn't answer Yan Jiali's question.
The car rushed forward.
It breaks through the shackles of the night and blooms towards the morning sun and hope.
The sun rises slowly.
Today is another warm sunny day.
At eight o'clock, the car drove into South Bay City.
Nanwan City is a small coastal city.
It is close to Dajin Bay, but the city's development speed is not very fast.
As soon as you enter the city, the strong local flavor hits you.
The streets and alleys are filled with Cantonese.
The streets are filled with the scent of the sea and the hustle and bustle of the city.
Yan Jiali looked at the buildings along the street and couldn't help but sigh in amazement: "What on earth is going on in Luo Qingqing's head? She can't marry into a place like this, right? Look how poor this place is, tut tut tut tut."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Chu Chuan carefully.
Chu Chuan still had an expression that was neither happy nor sad, neither angry nor irritable.
Yan Jiali wondered if Chu Chuan had started practicing Buddhism.
Except for the lack of compassion on his face, he was no different from the Buddha enshrined in the temple.
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