The evening rush hour has passed, and there are few cars on the road.
He went all the way back and felt like a walking corpse.
The cell phone rang again.
It's Meng Shuang.
He was buried on the steering wheel, and the whole man seemed to be drained of his strength.
With a sudden blow, it sent out a huge roar and cut through the silence of the night.
Just a tear, and then fell into silence.
He calmed down and picked up the phone.
Pick it up.
No words.
The other party has heard the voice of crying:
"I really drank too much yesterday. My sister won't really take photos? What should I do?"
Li Suizhou was silent for a few seconds and took a deep breath:
"She didn't shoot it, but rather knew it. But in her hands, you can ask for it."
The other party was silent for a moment before he began to speak weakly, as if he were afraid:
"Ning knows he broke up with me. How can he give it to me?
When I explained to my sister before, she was very angry and probably wouldn't give it to me. If I asked for it, would it be inappropriate to insult myself? "
Li Suizhou smiled wordlessly:
"What do you want?"
Meng Shuang was keenly aware of the change in his attitude.
The patient, who had always been under her control, suddenly had a thorn, which meant she was out of control!
She immediately changed the subject and spoke without salt:
"I don't want to do anything. I just don't want to affect you. As you know, the most wronged person is me. We haven't been in touch since we got married..."
She said there was no contact, not the phone and information on the scene.