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pm | | A famous flower has no owner (7th Dec 22 at 1:20am UTC) | | Meng Qilian tried to say something several times, but finally gave up: "No." "It seems that our relationship is not so good." Meng Qilian shook his head: "No." "But that's not your expression." Meng Qilian does not speak. Meng Chen forgot his feelings and the truth that had been between their brothers, but he believed that these would not affect Meng Chen and Fang Mingzhen to be together again, as had happened before. In this case, there is no difference between saying and not saying. Meng Qilian's appointment was set at the "moment". When chatting, Fang Mingzhen just came and sat beside him and asked, "What are you talking about?" Meng Chen replied, "Talk about you." "I what?" Fang Mingzhen snapped his fingers and said, "a cup of yogurt and mango sago, please." "You used to be my fiancee." "Oh yes.". Are you going to resume the relationship? Fang Mingzhen leaned back in his chair, his body elongated, his head slightly tilted, his curly hair falling, and his eyebrows and eyes smiling: "It is said that according to the law, if a person who has been declared dead'comes back to life ', as long as his spouse does not remarry or declares that he does not want to remarry, then the relationship between husband and wife can be restored naturally.". Maybe the same applies to unmarried couples? Her style is completely different from that of the dinner party, even if it is a joke, there is a strong meaning in her words. He paused before opening his mouth, and the language was equally sharp: "The prerequisite for remarriage is that the spouse is unmarried, so in the same way, the fiancee at least needs to be single, but you don't seem to be." Fang Mingzhen's smile deepened: "Will you agree if I am still single?" "Of course not," Meng Chen immediately said, "I don't think there is continuity in this kind of thing. I can't judge our present relationship by the unknown past. "That's right." Fang Mingzhen snapped his fingers and patted Meng Qilian on the shoulder: "So you don't need to talk to him about this at all.". Whether he remembers the past or not,industrial racking systems, it's no big deal. I'm not a person who likes to dwell on the past. I prefer to start over. Fang Mingzhen stretched out his hand: "You are Meng Chen, and I am Fang Mingzhen." Meng Chen smiled, raised his hand and shook it gently, and this courtesy handshake broke up at a touch. Then he said, "To tell you the truth, I don't quite believe you were ever my lover." "You might as well say it directly." Fang Mingzhen said, "I never thought I would fall in love with you." Recently, many people have mentioned you to me, and just yesterday, a gentleman talked to me about your ex-girlfriend in the name of donation. He thinks he's hiding it well, or he doesn't intend to hide it at all, but he just comes to demonstrate to me and smear you. "Ex-girlfriend?" Fang Ming really thought it was interesting. I'm sorry, I can't reveal his name. "It's all right, pallet rack shelving ,teardrop pallet racking, I know who he is." Fang Mingzhen said, "So my image in your eyes seems not very good." "Many people have spoken to me about your past, about your love history in the past few years, such as after my death, you remembered me with one lover after another." Meng Chen said with a smile: "I think this is very interesting." "You don't seem to want to use the word interesting to describe it." Yes, I think it's a desecration of feelings. If you really love Meng Chen as they say, why would you do such a thing? I think he would rather have you start afresh than have all your lovers look like him. Fang Mingzhen looked at him with a half-smile and nodded, "I understand.". I can like someone else, but I can't see them as a stand-in. "I'm sorry, but I don't think this kind of double behavior is very affectionate." Meng Wei paused and said, "If I were him, I would only feel sick." "Do you separate your past self from the present?" "Forgive me for not being able to fully substitute." Meng Chen smiled apologetically, but his tone was unyielding: "You are not my ideal type, Ms. Fang." "Your ideal type?" "That's right." Meng Chen said: "I think highly of myself. I boast of self-restraint and self-discipline. I am not the same person as you. I think my partner should be a woman who is as restrained and strict as me." "Oh, that's a pity." Fang Mingzhen could not help laughing: "It seems that you have not found such an ideal lover." Meng Chen tightened his face: "There will always be, Ms. Fang." Fang Mingzhen laughed even more happily.
Meng Chen was slightly annoyed and could not help retorting: "Are all your lovers your ideal type?" "If you must listen without being offended," Fang Mingzhen raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice like a harp. "My ideal type is only you, my husband." Meng Chen immediately hit back: "Then the gentleman beside you will be disappointed." Meng Qilian, who was suddenly attacked, withdrew his sight from Fang Mingzhen's face, sat down, looked at the sago in front of him, then looked at the sago in front of Fang Mingzhen, and finally looked at the boiled water in front of Meng Chen, and quietly withdrew his sight. "But I'm not as attached to the ideal type as you are, sir," said Fang Mingzhen lightly. She got up and passed by Meng Chen. Meng Chen sat still. Don't you boast of moderation and self-discipline? Fang Mingzhen stopped and asked, "You can't suppress your disgust for me, so you can't even get up to be polite?" Meng Chen stared at her. After a while, I got up. The next moment, Fang Mingzhen broke his cheek and kissed him on the lips. Meng Chen's whole body trembled. Like rolling magma, it finally has a chance to spray thin from the vibrating crust, surging along the blood stream, clamoring for catharsis. The beating heart in the chest rose with the blood of the whole body, along the lungs, along the breath, climbing. He wanted to reach out and hug her, to respond to her kisses, to feel every strand of her hair trembling in the same way. The memory of the body is more stubborn than the brain. Every sign between the limbs came with the kiss. It seems that without any instructions, habits have controlled everything. The impulse to break the dike made him raise his hands, and the shaky reason made him put them down forcibly. Fang Mingzhen suddenly left. Next time we meet, don't say you. Fang Mingzhen whispered in his ear,heavy duty cantilever racks, "Mr. Meng, who is restrained and self-disciplined." She turned and left. Meng Chen stood where he was. Out of the "moment", Meng Qilian said: "I send you back.." A car stopped right in front of him. kingmoreracking.com | |
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