Shenhao starts from fishing

Lin Qiuna was pushed by the ugly and old man in front of her, and she felt a bit wronged, even more aggrieved than Gao Zirui slapped herself just now, tears filled her eyes, and she looked a little lovely.

She pursed her small mouth and said delicately, "Huh, who knows who he is? I don't know him, maybe because I think I'm more beautiful, but I'm sitting here by myself, and ran over to talk to me and wanted to add me. Prestige."

The middle-aged man snorted coldly and glanced at the brand female bag beside Lin Qiuna: "That bag, is it the one I bought you just last month?"

Lin Qiuna wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Of course you bought it for me, but who else is willing to buy me such an expensive bag?"

The middle-aged man glanced at Lin Qiuna's asymmetrical face again: "What's wrong with your face?"

"Huh?" Lin Quna covered her hot left face, and greeted Gao Zirui's eighteenth generation ancestors in her heart, and said delicately, "Maybe people’s skin is tender and not suitable for the new purchase. That set of cosmetics is a little allergic. You are really careful. You found out in such a dim environment..."

The middle-aged man is still comforting himself. It is very likely that the guy he met in the toilet is also Xu Wen's suitor. He said that Xu Wen has been married to other men for more than a year, just to stimulate himself.

In other words, he really admitted the wrong person.

To verify if the woman in front of me is deceiving her feelings, it is actually very simple, just check the name on her ID card.

If the name on the ID is Xu Wen, then nothing happened.

If the name on the ID is Lin Qiuna, then you have to weigh yourself, why is this woman approaching herself.

"I didn’t just give you 20,000 pocket money a few days ago? Why don’t you buy a good set of cosmetics?" The middle-aged man said, reaching out, "This bag is too general in style, not at all. In line with your temperament, I happen to be going on a business trip to Sanxiang tomorrow, and I will buy you a new one later."

"Ah? Really? Huang Ge, you are so kind to me." Lin Qiuna took the man's arm and kissed him on the cheek.

The middle-aged man took the bag, opened the zipper, and found an ID card from a pile of cosmetics. It read: Lin Qiuna.

"Brother Huang, what are you doing?" Lin Quna was stunned. She didn't expect that the usually gentle boss Huang would be so rude, and she went straight through a girl's bag.

The middle-aged man's eyelids jumped a few times, holding his ID card, and asked sternly: "You explain to me, what's the matter?"

Suddenly, Lin Qiuna's brain went blank: "I..."

The middle-aged man's complexion sank and he didn't give the other person a chance to think at all. Then he asked: "What is your purpose when you approach me with a fake name? Is it to lie to me?"

Facing the aggressive questioning of the middle-aged man, Lin Qiuna sighed slightly: "Brother Huang, you really misunderstood me. Didn't I tell you before? My father died when I was very young, Lin Qiuna The name was given to me by my stepfather, but I hate it. Although the name on the ID card and the household registration book is Lin Quna, I always think that I should be called Xu Wen."

Speaking of the last, Lin Qiuna pears wiping tears with rain.

The middle-aged man was skeptical, but at this moment, Lin Qiuna's mobile phone rang suddenly.

It was not just a coincidence or providence, the middle-aged man caught a glimpse of the caller ID.

A trace of panic flashed across Lin Quna's face, she hung up the phone in a hurry, and subconsciously turned her hand off.

The middle-aged man raised his wrist and glanced at the time. He seemed to notice that Lin Qiuna's expression was a little unnatural. He frowned and asked, "Huh? Why not pick it up?"

A very reluctant smile appeared on Lin Quna's face: "Hehe~~ It's so late, I must be bothering the phone again."

The middle-aged man exposed to the face: "Since it is a phone call, why do you need to add your name? Give me your phone!"

Lin Quna was a guilty conscience. Seeing the middle-aged man's eyes were scary, she bit her head and handed the phone over, pretending to be a victim, and said timidly: "Isn't I afraid that you will be jealous? This Shi Chunsheng is from a university of mine. Classmates, have been chasing me..."

The middle-aged man didn’t want to listen to any explanation from Lin Qiuna. He turned on the phone, swiped his face to unlock the screen, found the missed call 2 minutes ago, and called back...

The phone "beep beep..." rang several times and was connected.

Before the middle-aged man could ask questions, a very weak male voice came out: "Listen...I don't care who you are, please let Lin Qiuna answer this call."

Lin Qiuna grabbed her mobile phone and wanted to make the final struggle. She had to dispel his suspicion about herself before Boss Huang could see the clues. You must know that she had paid so much for tonight.

As for Shi Chunsheng, I will explain to him later.

After all, everything I did was for him.

"How many times have I told you, don't pester me anymore, I'm not interested in you, it's impossible for us..."

With that, Lin Qiuna was about to hang up Shi Chunsheng’s phone, and Shi Chunsheng’s hoarse and weak voice came out on the phone: "You don’t need to say, I also know that it’s impossible between us. I don’t want to drag you down anymore. I'm here to say goodbye to you..."

bid farewell?

Lin Quna was full of question marks.

Good farewell?

Besides, without his own help, where can Shi Chunsheng go?

Thinking of this, Lin Qiuna's right eyelid jumped up uncontrollably, and her heart "cocked" for a while, and suddenly she had a bad premonition: "What are you talking nonsense?"

Shi Chunsheng’s voice is getting weaker and weaker, like a candle that will be extinguished at any time in the violent wind: "Nana, I love you... if there is a next life... let's..."

Tears suddenly blurred her eyes, Lin Qiuna was a bit at a loss, and before the other party finished speaking, she interrupted the other party: "Chunsheng, don't scare me, you are waiting for me at home, I will be back soon..."

At this moment, all the disguise was self-defeating, and the middle-aged man pointed to Lin Qiuna's nose: "You, you...you swordman, really married!"

"Go away..." Lin Quna grabbed her bag, pushed away the short and frustrated middle-aged man who was blocking her path, and staggered out of heaven.

As soon as I ran to the door, I fell.

Regardless of her scratched knee, she got up and ran to the side of the road to stop a taxi: "Go to Liuyun Community, please drive faster!"

On the way, she made several consecutive calls to Shi Chunsheng but no one answered them.

The bad premonition became stronger. In a panic, she called the police and rescue calls, and prayed silently in her heart: There will be nothing, there must be nothing...

...

After Ding Shuo and Gao Zirui came out of the disc bar, they went to the night market to play billiards for a while.

When the two returned to the community on their motorcycles, they found a police car and an ambulance parked in front of the unit next door.

The blue and red warning lights flashed brightly in the night.

Many neighbors gathered at the door of the unit. Ding Shuo and Gao Zirui looked at each other and leaned forward.

Ding Shuo asked an old man holding a fan: "Uncle, what's wrong?"

The old man shook his head, saying that he was not clear.

At this moment, the paramedics used a stretcher to bring down a man with no calves or feet below the knee. A tourniquet was tied to his left arm and a thick layer of gauze stained with blood was wrapped around his left wrist.

The injured man had a weak breath, and his thin face was pale and scary.

When the onlookers saw this, they immediately let out a way. As soon as the man was carried into the ambulance, Lin Qiuna squeezed into the crowd and rushed up crying.

"Chunsheng, don't scare me! Uuuu...what's wrong with you?"

"Madam, please calm down. The injured person has suffered serious blood loss. The situation is very urgent. He needs to be sent to a nearby hospital for immediate rescue. Was it the police and rescue number you just called?"

"it's me!"

"What is your relationship with the wounded?"

"I... I am his fiancee."

"boarding!"

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