He reversed the car and parked silently on the side of the road.
The sadness in my heart seems to be empty, and I can't fill it up.
He picked up a cigarette, lit it, and took a hard puff.
A large amount of nicotine hit his lungs hard, causing him to cough and not vomit for a long time.
After smoking several cigarettes in a row, he thought of her proud character, picked up his mobile phone, and made a call.
Qiao Lian was in the room, worrying about how to eat.
If you go downstairs, you will definitely be seen by the nanny, and then put on a mask, I'm afraid it's not good She hung her head in annoyance, and her phone rang. opened it and found that it was the WeChat group that was flowing endlessly in her.
The river is endless: Qiao Lian, is it you Qiao Lian who was beaten by the reporter who exploded on Weibo Qiao Lian was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly opened Weibo, only to find the video above.
She immediately clenched her hands, this Su Meimei It's not a glorious thing to be beaten, and what you do is known to the world But Chuan Liu has been her friend for so many years, and she is unwilling to deceive her.
So, she thought about it and replied, "Yes." ” The people in the group immediately expressed their concern for her.
Qiao Lian was chatting when there was a sudden knock on the door.
Then she heard the voice of Steward Li outside, "Madam, the meals are ready, there is something wrong with Madame's side, can I bring someone here over to help you alone, will there be a problem?"
In a word, Qiao Lian's eyes lit up all of a sudden, "No problem" Then I suddenly heard a loud noise outside: "Steward Li, Ah Lu's leg was injured, I took Mr.'
s high-grade ointment and gave it to her, just on the coffee table in the living room, don't throw it away." ” After a while, everyone in the villa left.
Qiao Lian pushed open the door and went downstairs generously, feeling that God really helped me today The food on the table in the dining room was hearty, and she feasted on it.
After eating, I was about to go upstairs when I suddenly saw a box of ointment on the coffee table.
This ointment, in the hospital, the doctor suggested that it be prescribed to her, but because it was too expensive, she refused, and now it is not necessary to use it in vain, isn't it Shen Liangchuan was downstairs, stayed until it was dark, and when he saw the lights upstairs go out, he waited for a while before getting out of the car, quietly pushing open the door of the villa, and slowly going upstairs.
He didn't feel at ease if he didn't look at her face with his own eyes.
The door of the master bedroom was not locked, and when he pushed it open and walked in, he found Qiao Lian lying on his side on the bed, already asleep.
Slowly walked to the bedside, under the light of the dim bedside lamp, he could see that she was sleeping deeply, her hair and cheeks were swollen, and there was an obvious wound on the right side of her face Thinking of this, his eyes were cold.
In the silence of the night, he stared at her face for a long time, and stretched out his hand to touch her wound, but his hand paused in mid-air and did not dare to touch it.
He didn't leave until late at night.
Going downstairs, going out, sitting back in his car, he picked up his phone and made a call.
Song Cheng quickly answered, drowsy: "Hey, Brother Shen, don't let people sleep in the middle of the night."
Shen Liangchuan looked ahead fixedly, "You said yesterday that a crew invited me to a press conference to support the show, and I remember that the third male number of that crew was Wang Wenhao" oshow7 t1706231537: