Seven Nights of Forbidden Love: Good Morning, Chief!

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See him, ha ha, how many lives do you have to play with him?

Qin Muchen was expressionless, picked her up and walked out.

Wen Jingran's joy blossomed in her heart, and a line of dust was sullen in the corner of her eyes, Qin Muchen, you make me unhappy, I make you unhappy!

He was going to say this to that girl.

The woman who looks similar to her.

Haha, Qin Muchen, you are so pitiful.

I'm not here, you can even take a stand-in.

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Gu Shinian leaned on the wall, with the back of his hands behind him, one leg, slightly bent, his posture was idle and lonely.

She lowered her head, her eyes stray and without any focus.

She heard every word in the room.

The corners of the lips were hung with an arc that didn't know whether it was bitter or astringent, shallow and faint, which made people confused.

"It's pretty good."

"The one he likes is back."

"Unrequited love is very bitter. In this way, he doesn't need to be bitter about lovesickness."

"Really, it's good."

"Gu Shinian, what does not belong to you will never belong to you."

In the lobby, she watched the woman walk in with her own eyes, and said to the front desk: Qin Muchen asked me to come here to meet.

It turned out that it was not just her Gu Shinian that he made an appointment.

Or, he just wants her to hear those words, and the pain gets worse, and the wound is sprinkled with salt.

After all, he was going to abuse her cruelly and hate her.

This is a good opportunity.

She has been scolded half-dead recently, and he really feels unhappy when he plays her like this again.

Outside the corridor, the night wind blows.

The cool wind blew on her face, and the tears gradually dried, only the tears were crisscrossing her cheeks.

Gu Shinian stood for a long time before walking out of the hotel lonely.

The streets in the middle of the night, no matter how prosperous, lost the vitality of the day.

She went out alone, so far, so far.

Under the overpass, someone is singing.

She stopped and pursed her lower lip in a daze.

"What is love? Does it make sense."

"What are you, it breaks my heart."

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"Exhaust my life's strength to guard the promise of my life."

"Could it be my, wishful thinking secret."

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"Burned up the memory, and you have deleted it from the memory."

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"I miss you when I wait for you, but I wait for the thunderstorm and the wounded self."

"Waiting for you I missed you, but I waited for a ruin with no one."

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Obviously, the singing is not so good, even out of tune.

But Gu Shinian's tears blurred his eyes unconsciously.

"I'll give you all of these. Could you please sing that song again." She stuffed the money in her pocket to the tramp, her obsession was deep-rooted and insisted on him singing that song.

Seeing so much money, the tramp was immediately moved.

The second time, the third time, until the hobo's voice was hoarse.

Waiting for you... She will wait for Qin Muchen again.

How long have you waited... a long time... almost ten years.

Maybe when the heart stops beating, he still can't wait for his little love.

Her wishful thinking, after all, can't wait for his mutual affection.

And his single-mindedness finally bestowed her piercing.

His syrup, her arsenic.

Tonight, he will be very happy.

And she disappeared, and no one was thinking about it.

Gu Shinian closed her eyes fragilely, tears, and the big ones fell. She squatted down, with her head buried deep on her arms, tears falling on the ground, fainting the shallow traces.

The tramp was so frightened by her that he dared not continue singing, and looked at her in astonishment.

For a long time, she didn't get up.

"...Gu Shinian? Why are you here?"