From the moment he saw Han Jiujiu, Jiang Cheng was in a state of doubting life.
The moment their eyes met, Jiang Cheng roared in his heart: You're still pretending! You liar! !
Han Jiujiu watched helplessly as the other person's beautiful face gradually became distorted. Although he was trying his best to restrain himself, his slightly trembling body and tightly clenched fists all conveyed the message "You are simply committing a heinous crime."
Han Jiujiu was a little unhappy.
"No, who are you?"
Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Qin Keli quickly answered: "This is the criminal investigation expert we invited, Jiang Cheng. We just want to come over to understand the situation in person. Miss Han, don't be nervous."
"Take out your ID card!" The criminal investigation expert stretched out his hand.
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"Your sister has diabetes?" Jiang Cheng suddenly remembered what Han Jiujiu said to Shen Mengting and wanted to show concern.
Han Jiujiu squinted: "Please, in order to arouse her interest and let her turn her attention to the milk tea, I made up the story on the spot. Do you believe it?"
Jiang Cheng choked and sighed after a while: "Good acting skills."
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Han Jiujiu: "If I leave, you will definitely collapse and become decadent, give up on yourself, and never recover from your fall, right?"
Jiang Cheng snorted softly: "What nonsense are you talking about? I will definitely work hard to get stronger, step by step to the top of my life, and then make you regret it!"
Han Jiujiu smiled, turned her head and kissed Jiang Cheng: "That's so handsome, I will do what I say~"
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Warning! ! !
This article has a certain reading threshold and is not suitable for readers under the age of 21. It will be very difficult to read.
Reminder~
The wedge corresponds to the epilogue. You can start reading directly from the first chapter of the main text, and then go back to read the wedge after reaching the end without affecting your understanding of the plot.
This is a story about regret, growth, persistence, and choice.
There's suspense, there's science fiction, there's sweetness, there's excitement.
There is no filial piety, no intrigues, no pretense, no misunderstandings.
Not watery, not cruel, not bad.
The short story of 150,000 words has been written.
PS: This story is purely fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental. Sisters, please don't substitute reality.
Intention: Don't look back on the past and don't settle for the future.
