"I want to smoke a red plum."Without answering Josson's question, the birch reached out and took the cigarette out of his pocket.

"Men's cigarettes, high nicotine content."

"It's all smoke, divided into three or nine.Just like people, what kind of concept do you think you are compared to Liu Feng?”In the end, the problem was thrown to Josson.And the birch was only in a smile, and gave herself a red plum smoke.

"By the way, Liu Feng smokes Cuban cigars."After smoking a cigarette, the birch also made a hint to Josun.

"Is it funny?"The birch.”

“I’m very vulgar, aren’t I?”

“Yes.”

In your eyes, Liu Feng is also vulgar.Everything he has comes from his family.”

“Yes.”Rich second generation, Jossong is no longer jealous, but still envious.If he has such a family background, with his own marketing talent, at least not worse than Xu Lin!

“But you know, to get to the next level in the business.How much did he pay?”He turned to Joeson and asked.

Qiao Song said without a word, Bai Hua continued: "He is in conflict every day, and he wants to work hard, because he and I have said that he wants to buy me a private island in the Pacific Ocean."

“...”

“He wanted to accomplish that goal, but every day was accompanied by that fear.For I am in Huaixi, and you are in Huaixi."

“Birth...”

"Oh!In Liu Feng's heart, your value is even on a island of tens of millions of dollars."

This sentence of Baihua, Qiao Song can not judge, she is in love with Liu Feng, or deliberately laugh at themselves.

However, the answer given by Baihua is: “You seem to be looking down on Liu Feng.”And he looked up at you."

“...”

“I’m asking you, on Liu Feng’s terms.If he wanted to, how many sexy, glamorous women would pounce on it?”

“A lot of it!”Josson's answer is yes, rich men in the society, that is called wanton.

"Liu Feng has a problem of loving and showing off rich, but have you seen him spend his heart?"

“No.”It really starts when you go to school.In the impression of Liu Feng, he rarely interacts with girls.

“So, Josh, are you happy?”

It was a very embarrassing question for Josson.He could explain that he was horny and not horny.That’s fucking shit.

Jossón told Baihua that he enjoyed playing with his sister.And he also thinks so, if not the three sisters, preferring warmth.Maybe the two of them will really sing at night.

Rich Liu Feng, in the face of endless temptation, always abides by his duty.And Josson . . . is not so much, but he is fraternal.

Looking at Josson's silence, Bai Hua asked the ultimate question: "So now you are still looking at Liu Feng?"

Look at Liu Feng?This will be the feeling of Josun, comparing himself to him.He is the dazzling sun, and he is the occasional shining star.

So now birch, tell yourself this, is a euphemism to tell the answer?She has already...

"I've said so much to you, I think Liu Feng is really better than you."

“Hmm.”

"Then tell me if I should completely forget you."

“...”

"You all have the joy of your own life, leaving me alone with the swing of feelings, it's not fair to me."

Since they all decided to let go, Baihua still wanted to ask.After all, she is her own ex-boyfriend and should respect his opinion.

"Josson, you want me to be happy."

“Hmm.”

"Then tell me if you should be forgotten."Again, the birch asked the question.

She was also telling Josson that her happiness needed to be cut off from his bond.Josson understood, and because he understood, so he had to face it.

Josson still did not speak, and the birch was finally not asking.The two of them sat on the lawn of the river, staring at each other.

The sky is accompanied by thunder.The first rain of autumn is coming.

Why is there rain in such a moment to act as tears?Jossong and the birch did not think about it, and they sat there waiting, the rain coming.

“The drop!”They did not hear the sound, but looked at the rain on each other's faces, as if in their hearts, they heard the rain falling.

Autumn rain is the most accompanied by the wind.It was a cold autumn rain, but it was colder than the hearts of two people.

“Josson.”

“Hmm.”

"I'm waiting for your answer."

“Your life should be decided by you.”

"I'm waiting for your answer."

Keep it up, the birch is holding on.She wanted to hear it with her own ears, and say that word from Josson’s mouth.

Because only in this way can she cut Josson from her own heart.

Yes.

That's the pain of digging your heart.

The rain poured down, and the faces of the two were already wet.Since God was crying for them, they would not cry.

"People will appreciate the peak of sadness when they lose."That's right, Josh!"

“Hmm.”

"I'm ready, I'll wait for your answer."

The birch’s hand was placed on Josun’s face.Wait for this his answer, as soon as he says exit, then theirs is over.

Or he gave another answer.The birch will...

“Birth, I wish you happiness.”Finally, Josh responded.

"Thank you, Josh."

A flash of lightning followed by the thunder of the "roaring".The birch hand loosened Josong’s face.

“Thank you, Birch.”

I wish you happiness too.”

“Hmm.”

Josong stood up from the rain, the autumn rain was bleak, and the birch body could not rain here.He was used to sticking his hands out.

But the birch held the lawn, and stood up in the rain.

“Do you want a gift for your birthday today?”

“Ha!”

"External girlfriend sent it, you should."

“I want to!”

Josong's voice just fell, and the birch's lips fell gently between his lips.This is a gift to Josson and their farewell.

After too many years, Jossong kissed the birch again.Her lips are cold!

A great birthday present and a farewell.On this day, Jossong was twenty-seven years old.

The birch was gone, and he was in the rain.I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t make a sound.

He was still in the rain, trying to run.But because of an old knee injury, he fell into the mud.

He was still in the rain, behind one.Looking at the distant sky, the dark clouds make up for the middle, and the autumn thunder rolls.

Many times, the cry of men represents cowardice and lack of interest.Jossun felt that he was a non-stop person.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Is it really that important, not having it?Fucking, fuck the fuck.

His hands covered his face tightly, and Josong’s tears finally went down.

The title of this chapter and the previous chapter is to borrow the verses made by Lin Daiyu in "Dream of the Red Chamber" as the title.

Women are made of water, and that makes sense.

And men, 70% of the body is also water!

I am also an emotional person.

I think a lot of people who read this book, too.

Fucking!I have a little meat today.