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Chapter 508

    Fu Jingsheng: "everyone has his own ambition. I don''t want to have so many rules and regulations."


    Don''t want to leave here, just hide. If you think clearly, tell me again


    With that, he turned to go.


    Fu Jingsheng looked at his back: "why do you think you have the ability to catch me, and why do you think you can find out t-organization with your own efforts?"


    Tang Si''s step suddenly stops, slightly turns back, thin lips slightly pull, shallow smile: "then you try."


    With that, he turned and got into the car.


    "Oh..." Fu Jingsheng suddenly laughed: "try it?"


    He turned to look for the chick.


    As soon as she got there, she said, "it seems that you are really rich."


    Fu Jingsheng: "do you agree?"


    "But you still have to give me fifty dollars first."


    Fu Jingsheng''s lips twitched slightly: "you are so close to being forced. I saved you with half my life. It''s not worth your fifty dollars? Can the money fans change? "


    At that time, Fu Jingsheng''s life was on the line. In that case, if he had not been a trained ordinary man, he would have fainted.


    He is one of those people who gamble their lives to escape.


    "It has to be clear."


    "Also, I have a name. My name is shixunnian."


    Fu Jingsheng: "it''s hard to remember."


    Next second, Shi xunnian took out a book and a pen from his bag.


    Fu Jingsheng looked at what she had written in the book, and then handed it to him.


    It says: Shi xunnian


    beautiful font, beautiful handwriting, stroke by stroke, very neat.


    Fu Jingsheng asked: "why? Show me the primary school font. "


    "Our teacher said that if he can''t remember, he would copy it 100 times. I think this method is very effective." Shi xunnian handed the pen to Fu Jingsheng: "copy it."


    Fu Jingsheng


    "When I''m done, I''ll agree." "After that, you will be my God of wealth. You say that I will not go to the West."


    "Sure?"


    "Well, sure."


    That night, Fu Jingsheng wrote these three words a hundred times.


    Afterwards, he felt like a fool. I mean, if you remember it, it''s over. You have to write it a hundred times.


    Shi xunnian was shocked by Fu Jingsheng''s words. They are very good-looking, vigorous and powerful. The style of writing is domineering, and the flow of flowing clouds is amazing and pleasing to the eye.


    "I''ve never seen my name written so beautifully," she said


    Fu Jingsheng raised his eyes and glanced at her. Although she was not well dressed, her eyebrows and eyes were delicate, delicate and delicate.


    He cold hum a: "where can ah, is your name good-looking, have nothing to do with me."


    It''s weird.


    ……


    Taking song Nuan home, Song Yi washes her, changes her clothes, and finally gets her to bed to sleep.


    Before leaving, song Nuan starts to make trouble again. With her eyes closed, she grabs her hand and shouts that she wants to see Lu Yan.


    "What kind of banquet? They are sleeping now." Song Yi: "you are good. You can go tomorrow when you get up."


    "Wu..." Song warm head buried in the pillow: "he is a son of a bitch."


    "What a son of a bitch."


    "He didn''t want me." Song Nuan sobbed.


    She lost her temper and regretted it afterwards. She knew very well that not everyone could accept her indulgence and she would rather change it.


    It will take time to change.


    But he is good, also not noisy, pull black pull black, delete delete, never want to write to see her.


    He''s a real son of a bitch.


    Song Yi pursed her lips: "for people of his age, what they lack most is probably a sense of security."


    "If you really like it, let him feel that you really can''t do without him. More generally speaking, in love, everyone lacks a sense of security. What''s more, the age gap between you two is so big that he is the most insecure."


    "After all, when you are 18 years old, your life has just started. There are few people in the world who can get together with your first love. It''s normal for a little girl to talk about a few things before getting married. After all, there are not rich emotional history and experience."


    "Then why should I chase him?" Song Wen sucked his nose, still in a trance: "I''ve hooked up with him, he ignored me."


    "He would rather do it himself than me."


    Song Yi''s tone is gentle: "just because of this, because you like him, you have to chase him, you have to take more steps than him, he will run to you."


    "In the world of adult men like them, it''s not all about love. Even this part is almost zero."


    "Otherwise, you are reluctant to die, reluctant to put down their own pursuit, how to let him unconditional toward you."


    "You should let him know more about you and how much you like him."Song Yi gently pushed away song Nuan''s hand: "you are still young, I don''t know if you can understand, I can tell you only so much, love you don''t ask for an equal, and don''t ask for the other party''s return after paying, this is called love."


    "Although love is mutual, if we have to compare who loves whom more, it has become a kind of comparison. Its essence is not pure enough and has gone bad. Human nature is originally greedy, must go to compare, one day, will feel that the other side does not love you enough and fragmented. There is always a peak and a critical point in comparison. This critical point is the end of life. When the other person is willing to lose his life for you, he will regret it later. "


    "People''s feelings are complex in themselves. In this process, we should accept all our own complex feelings, and also accommodate all the consequences of our emotions."


    "So think about it. Whether you can really be with him or not, is it worth him walking towards you with firm steps and owning you? "


    ……


    Song Yi''s view of love is very thorough.


    If love is too thorough, it will not be happy.


    Lovely muddle headed, will also have no meaning, emotion is fuzzy complex, but still can be specific.


    There is a kind of love between her and Tang Si.


    There are thousands of ways of love. Everyone''s love is different.


    ……


    The next morning.


    Song Nuan wakes up from the bed in a daze and feels headache to burst.


    In a trance, she was able to figure out what happened last night. She didn''t drink broken pieces and remembered what her sister told her.


    Song warm eyes in a hazy, she opened the quilt, staggering to the bathroom to wash.


    I''m going to school today. I have an experiment to do.


    After washing and gargling, he also changed his clothes. Song''s warm state gradually recovered, and his head still slightly hurt.


    When I got to the living room, I saw Song Yi.


    Song Yi saw song Nuan come out, she put down her mobile phone: "drink some wine soup, I''ll take you to school."


    Song Nuan looked around: "where''s brother-in-law?"


    "To work."


    "Well."


    In the dining room, Song Yi scolds song Nuan and tells her not to go to places like bars.


    Especially when you''re alone.


    "Well." Song Nuan nodded cleverly.


    After dinner, Song Yi drives song Nuan to school.


    Song Yi asked song Nuan: "do you go back to your parents at night or not?"


    "Go home." Song Nuan: "don''t disturb your world."


    "Then I''ll ask my driver to pick you up from school."


    Song Nuan thought for a while and replied, "I''m not sure when the experiment will be finished. After that, I''ll call the driver myself."


    Song Yi pick eyebrows, and asked: "pocket money enough?"


    -


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