I thought that I could be quiet for a few days by bringing Becca to my house, but Becca had only moved in for two days, and the calls from these little girlfriends followed.
I really don't know how they managed to synchronize the information of their members "at the speed of light".
She has completely convinced this group of little girls.
Looking down at the bouquet of roses in her arms, she wondered who gave it to her, and if she couldn't find who gave it to her, she felt as if she was blocked by a stone.
She rummaged through the gaps in the flowers, trying to see if anything like a greeting card had fallen inside.
But after reading it all, I still didn't find anything.
Just when she was about to get annoyed to the extreme, the English J at the bottom of the off-white kraft wrapper attracted her attention.
She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.
This must be the rose he sent over.
I remember that when he didn't have amnesia before, he would ask someone to give her a bouquet of roses every day.
Because he was sent every day, he didn't leave greeting cards or anything like that on the roses, but only asked the people in the flower field to write the first letter of his name J on the packaging, and then let people send it.
She hadn't received this rose for so long that she had almost forgotten it.
Her expression was sad and annoyed.
If he hadn't thrown himself out of the house that day out of distrust, she would have gone crazy with joy knowing that he had regained his memory and received his roses.
But his distrust and hurt again and again have long erased her love for him.
Is it really all wiped out?
No, she herself knew that this sentence was self-deception.
The two of them have gone through so many ups and downs, life and death.
Her love for him has long been deep in the bone marrow, how can it be said that it can be erased immediately, if it is really to be erased, unless her bones are cut off, the love for him can also be cut off.
She can only say that it was his distrust again and again, which made her dare not love him again, never dare again So it's better to get together and disperse, and never get back together.
If he really felt guilty about her, he would give Becca and Mumu to her.
She stood up with the bouquet of roses, intending to throw it away and be out of sight, but the cell phone in her bag rang.
She had no choice but to sit back on the couch and put the flowers aside and take out her phone.
The caller on the screen, his name.
She bit her lip hesitantly, but finally didn't answer and pressed the hang-up button.
After hanging up, the phone didn't ring again for dozens of seconds, and she thought he was dead.
At this time, I received a text message, it was his.
She opened, "Tonight at eight o'clock, RSD is waiting for you." ” It was a famous western restaurant.
She looked at the line of words, and wanted to reply in her heart that she didn't go, she didn't go, she didn't go, if she wanted to find it, she would find your gentle and virtuous Bai Shishi, or your girlfriends' group, or wait until she died of old age alone But instead of saying that, she turned the screen on her phone and walked up the stairs on the second floor.
She thought about it and decided to meet him.
But not to reconcile with him, but to make him die and stop pestering her.
Eight o'clock in the evening She went to the western restaurant as promised.
Outside the door of the penthouse suite, the waiter who had been waiting for a long time saw her smile politely at her, and then pushed open the door that was one or two meters high.
As the door slowly opened, she saw him standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window, looking out at the scenery.
She looked at his back, and suddenly understood that she couldn't read the famous sentence no matter how she read it before. oshow7 t1706231537: