If you were allowed to choose what you could give up and have in your life, what would you do?

Zhang Yan has been thinking about this problem. Unfortunately, no matter how she thinks about it, she can't figure it out. Most of the time, she will spend her whole life thinking about it.

Seeing Bai Mohan coming, she is happy at first. When she is happy, she is relieved. If there is a cause, there will be a result. What she does must be borne by herself.

Looking down at the big red dress, she was extremely satisfied because she had been informed that he would come today.

The place to meet is still a small rose bush of Zhang Yan's family. The pink rose flowers behind him are warm in the sun. That kind of feeling is beautiful and unspeakable.

Not everyone can appreciate it. For example, Bai Mohan has a cold face from beginning to end. If you don't speak, I will not speak.

"Bai Mohan, am I beautiful today?" Zhang Yanxun asked, gently folded a rose, don't in the hair, bright red lips, hands between the charm of nature.

Zhang Yansu is a suit. In fact, Yemen can be such a daughter's home.

However, Bai Mohan didn't respond at all. She didn't even want to look at her. Maybe There was a trace of disgust.

Around is the psychological strength, such as Zhang Yan can not stand.

She didn't let herself cry. Her lips were open and close. There were tears in her eyes. She asked word by word: "I Why not me... "

Suddenly lowered his head, squatting in the flowers, boundless lonely, the wind blowing, rose petals blowing on her hair, green silk blowing, fragrant blowing.

"You're finished. Now it's time to say what I want to say." White ink cold eyes bright staring at Zhang Yan, he asked, "why to drive into small you, you don't know this is against the law!"

"Me..." She suddenly laughed, looked up, eyes brimming with light, "you know, why do you want to ask?"

"Knowing is not knowing."

"Zhang Yan, I appreciate you. It's a fact," said Bai Mohan after a while. "But it's also a fact that I hate you."

"Now, it's more true to kill you. Do you know why?" He stood in front of her, blocking a bunch of sunshine.

Zhang Yan held her knee and nodded with a smile.

Appreciation is her ability when I first met her;

disgust is her and Gong Xiaoyou's;

now, killing her is because she started with Gong Xiaoyou.

From the beginning to the end, from the beginning to the present, from the beginning to the end, he is changing, he will never change, he will always be the man who loves Gong Xiaoyou.

Zhang Yan suddenly smile, smile of Chang ran, "unfortunately ah, she died."

Bai Mohan frowned and said, "who said she's dead? Do you think you'll still be here?"

"I'll let you die and bury her, and then I'll go with her myself!"

Zhang Yan felt a burst of creepy, biting his lips, "you are really abnormal."

It turns out, she's not dead.

But I'm not far from death.

"Zhang Yan, you suffer everything, and you suffer everything next," he said. His thin lips gently opened, and his pupils did not have the slightest emotional temperature. He glanced at her coldly, as if he were looking at a dead man. "He committed iniquity and could not live."

The way the man walked, rolled up a layer of rose petals, pieces fell into the soil.

The back of a little bit of fuzzy, not like the first slowly clear, but more and more far away, the heart of the ruthless was peeling off.

Zhang Yan suddenly laughed and turned to lie on the ground, looking at the bright sunshine.

Burning light, petals cool.

....

Zhang Yan grew up in a rich family. Her parents loved her very much. In addition to her excellent ability and her beautiful appearance, she was even more popular with the elders in the family.

Since childhood, she has grown up to be superior. She is the girl of the day. Everyone has to look up to her.

Gradually, she took it for granted.

She is getting older and older, and her family is in a hurry. Zhang Yan is also worried, but she doesn't like ordinary people at all, and there are few people who deserve it.

Until that man appeared, called her to do white ink cold man, completely meet all her requirements, the most important, she likes this man.

No man can resist Zhang Yan's self-reliance on his ability and beauty. Later, Bai Mohan appeared.

Later, she heard that the man was married and had children.

She struggled, thought to give up, thought to let go, but there has been a voice in her heart to tell her, missed will not have so good.

Because of this, she walked all the way, even though she was scarred.

She constantly inquires about everything about this man, like a thief, trying to steal everything about him. She uses her own ability to cooperate with Bai Mohan.

It seems that they met for the first time. In fact, the name of Bai Mohan has appeared in her mind thousands of times.Peeping so many times, this man finally appeared in his sight, is excited, is like a little girl general ready to move.

She thought, with their own ability, will be able to be with her, but halfway, suddenly killed a person, his wife.

The woman that filled her with envy.

She hated it, she was jealous, she wanted to kill her, but she didn't do it.

It is said that she is just a housewife. Zhang Yan smiles. How can such a person fight with her? She is even more happy to see that she has been angry out of the door.

But later, it was over.

It was a joke that broke the contract.

How ridiculous she felt at that time, but it happened that it was so ridiculous. The contract was gone, and after working hard for so long, it was gone.

At that time, white ink cold so determined to leave, really hurt her eyes.

Others say, why can't we give up.

Yes ah, want to give up, just see him to the palace small leisurely so good share, in the heart is to have read to think.

If he works hard, will he do the same to himself.

Gong Xiaoyou's identity has been revealed. It turns out that she is just a clown. Her family is above her. How about herself.

She didn't know how she spent those days. Something happened in the company. She thought that it was someone else who moved her hand. However, she recognized Gong.

Hate Gong Xiaoyou, hate this woman, wish she died.

All had this accident.

Gong Xiaoyou is dead, so what.

Don't love or don't love, even if she does anything.

Can you regret it?

If you can, or do not regret, even moths to the fire, the man who let him heart, she is still not willing to let go.

If it's fate, she'll admit it.

Zhang Yan suddenly opened her eyes, flashed a layer of Qingming, stretched out her hand, and raised a bitter smile on her lips. She didn't know whether to laugh at herself or her ridiculous life.