"A small matter?"
Cen Juan sneered, "It's just a small matter, Banshu?"
A hint of sarcasm flashed across his eyes, and his voice trembled slightly. "When you kissed me, did you also think it was a small matter? Huh?"
Ji Qinglin's fingertips trembled.
He raised his eyes, and there was a dark emotion in his eyes, as if it was about to surge out in an overwhelming manner in the next second.
He never knew this.
Ever since the last confession, Ji Qinglin was overjoyed to think that she might like him. After all, although she did not agree to his pursuit, she did not reject him at all. He was deceiving himself little by little.
It turned out that she had never liked him.
Ji Qinglin closed his eyes.
The corners of the eyes are blood red.
"Shushu, is what he said true?" The man's voice was filled with hidden pain.
Pan Shu frowned in annoyance. "What position do you have to ask me this question?"
yes.
What are his qualifications and standing?
He was just a poor suitor.
What frightened Ji Qinglin the most was that he might not have received any favor from her from the beginning to the end.
And she was at ease in their love.
even--
Don't care.
Wen was the quietest one from beginning to end.
He stood in the snow, just looking at Banshu silently with a sad, helpless look as if he was almost abandoned.
Like a death row prisoner waiting for the final verdict, eagerly waiting for the guillotine to fall.
Panshu is very annoyed.
These men always want to be her most special one.
When they discover that the love she gives them is equal, or even the same, they go crazy.
Yes, in Panshu's opinion, this is crazy.
Very unreasonable.
Pan Shu didn't want to comfort them either.
So she opened and closed the door, keeping the men out.
"These men are annoying." said Pan Shu.
"It's okay, host. The mission has been completed. You can leave this dimension now." The system's voice was slightly indulgent.
"Um."
"Whether the host chooses to leave the plane."
"It's time to wait for these men to leave, not now." Pan Shu didn't want to disappear under their noses. There was no need to cause unnecessary trouble.
The next day, Lu Qi was taken away by his agent.
On the third day, Cen Juan was going to do a live broadcast.
On the fourth day, a problem arose in a project of Ji Qinglin's company and he had to go and deal with it.
In the end, Wen was still like a homeless stray dog, guarding Banshu's door.
Pan Shu had no choice but to open the door and look down at Wen Que who was sitting on the steps in front of the door. "How long are you going to wait?"
"When you are willing to come out and meet me." Wen Que's eyes sparkled beautifully, "Now, I have waited."
"Then can you go now?"
Panshu's attitude was already impatient.
Wen shook his head and said, "I don't want to leave."
"So what do you want to do?"
"I want to be with you."
Pan Shu: “…”
Her expression softened. "Then could you please buy me some sugar-roasted chestnuts?"
The silver-haired boy's eyes lit up, "Okay, I'll go now."
Pan Shu lazily leaned against the door frame, squinting her eyes until she could no longer see the boy. Then she lowered her eyes and said calmly, "Qi Qi, leave this plane."
"Okay, host."
A gust of winter wind blew.
Large flakes of snow fell from the branches, looking like pear blossoms.
But the girl was no longer in front of the door.
The silver-haired boy held the steaming sugar-roasted chestnuts in his hands, with a noticeable smile on his lips. He carefully held the sugar-roasted chestnuts in his arms, fearing that the sugar-roasted chestnuts would become cold under the blowing of the winter snow.
“Pah—”
Sugar-roasted chestnuts rolled all over the floor.
The boy's eyes were red and he said hoarsely, "Sister..."
"Sister, where are you?"
"Sister... don't you want me anymore?"
"Sugar-roasted chestnuts, I bought sugar-roasted chestnuts... Sister, where are you?" The boy knelt on the ground in panic and picked up the falling sugar-roasted chestnuts one by one. His hot tears made small holes in the snow.
Like the bumpy heart of a young man.
"Where's she?" Cen Juan hurried over and saw Wen Que kneeling on the ground crying silently. He frowned strangely, "Why the hell are you crying?"
"Banshu." He walked into the room and called Panshu's name.
But there was no response.
His expression changed, "Why is she gone?"
Wen was picking up the sugar-roasted chestnuts on the ground with an expressionless face, not saying a word, as wooden as if he were dead.
It seems that he has accepted the fact that Panshu has left.
Cen Juan thought he was crazy.
In such a short time, even if Panshu left, where could she go?
He began to call Panshu frantically.
suddenly--
He heard Panshu's cell phone ringing in the room.
She didn't even take her cell phone.
Nothing was missing from the room, and she hadn't taken anything with her. So where could she possibly have gone? Cen Juan still harbored a hopeful thought, thinking that perhaps Pan Shu had only been out for a while and would be back soon.
But Cen Juan didn't expect that he would have to wait for his entire life.
In the third year, Cen Juan finally realized it.
Some people may never come back.
He went to check the surveillance, but there was nothing in it, as if it had been erased out of thin air, and he could not find any information.
Ji Qinglin's methods are the most tyrannical.
This seemingly gentle and refined man had a stern face and contacted the military directly, controlling all personnel coming in and out and carefully checking each one. But even so, he could not bring back any good news that would comfort them.
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