In his last life, Jiang Lin held an umbrella for Xu Qinghe for three years.
She had a stomachache and he gave her medicine. Something happened to her company and he repaired the hole overnight. She wanted Bai Yueguang, but he tolerated it.
It wasn't until that rainy night when he died on the way to save her that he heard her calling Zhou Huaijin's name.
Open your eyes again and go back to the day of divorce.
Xu Qinghe pushed the agreement in front of him, thinking he would beg her.
Jiang Lin glanced at her appearance just after taking a shower, and was still moved for a second.
Then he signed the name, took off the ring, poured out the hot soup, and dragged the suitcase out.
Xu Qinghe thought he was angry.
Later she realized that Jiang Lin was not inseparable from her.
It was her company, her life, and behind all her smooth sailings, it had always been him.
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It's difficult to write a first-person book, and it's messy if you don't write it well. This is a mess
It's difficult to write a first-person book, and it's messy if you don't write it well. This is a mess