C113 (2/2)

”I'm fine, but I'm just dealing with some contracts. Did you have a good lunch? Are you hungry?”

One side of the Shuke mouth twitch, President, you always said that others? Have you eaten by yourself?

”Yes, I'm not hungry, ah Ji, are you going home today? I'll make you something to eat. ” Lan Lan smiles sweetly and looks like a little woman.

LAN Zi's eyes gradually soften, perhaps Ling Ji can really give her happiness, two people can be happy together, unlike her

”Cousin, do you still have my play in the afternoon?” Lan Lan hang up the phone, excitedly looking at LAN Zi.

”No, originally you had only two plays. Yan qingoak left. I'm afraid that I can't make it today.”

”Can I leave first?”

Now she would like to go back to cook, her home, belongs to her own!

LAN Zi looked at her like you couldn't help. She turned and said to the director, then took her back to the apartment.”Madam President, do you need a little help?” LAN Zi joked.

”Oh, cousin.”

”Well, well, I won't say, OK? Go in. Don't forget to put ointment on your face LAN Zi raised his hand to beg for mercy and drove away.

Back to the apartment, she looked at the place she could see, thinking of Ling's manor. The man was so aggrieved in order to accommodate himself.

By the way!

The eye light puts in the living room, she just remembered originally said to want to buy some ornaments, unexpectedly forgot, now just has the time.

Driving Ling Ji's car of less than 50000 yuan bought before, thinking of the man's high figure nestled in this car, she is a burst of heartache.

Come to the store, looking at a variety of things, for a time do not know where to start.

”Pillow!” Ali's small pillow, red color looks very good.

”Is that woman in jail the other day on the headlines?”

”Yes? It doesn't look like it. It looks cute. ”

”What do you know? You know who you are, whether you know your face or not. Look at the news. There are pictures on it.”

”It's really...”

The voice of the side of the dialogue, let blue LAN whole heart all sink down, eyeground scratch injury. Even if it is how hard she is now, the stain of the past can not be removed?

”Click, click.”

The sound of the photos made her panic. She picked up a pillow and ran away with her head blocked. She didn't want other people to look at her with this kind of eyes, and she didn't want to be judged! She doesn't want to! No!

”Miss, you haven't checked out yet! Miss The attendant followed in panic: ”security, security, stop her!”

I don't know when tears have been all over the cheek, cold, dark, fear After two years in prison, she was surrounded by the uniform security guards who seemed to be the original police There was no place for her to escape.

Squat down to embrace themselves, want to absorb a trace of warmth: ”don't catch me, don't catch me, not me, not me!”

”Miss, please check out first, or you will be sent to the police station.”