"Okay, then it's Old Ding."

Mrs. Yu smiled and said, "Are you and Lao Ding the same as each other?"

"Where did you think you were?"

Yu Fengjiao blushed, "He and I are just ordinary friends, nothing more..."

"What do you mean? People have gone down the mountain for you. They have chased you from Messuli to our house. You have to be interesting." Mr. Yu tried his best to help you.

Old Mrs. Yu helped, "That's right. I see that this old man is quite funny. He has superb medical skills and a refreshing person. He is a hundred times better than Shen Liushu. I can see that you are very happy to be with him." .”

Yu Fengjiao lowered her head and smiled involuntarily when she thought of Ding Mao, "He is quite funny."

This smile made Mr. Yu and Mrs. Yu feel happy.

Their daughter has been good and sensible since she was a child, and is better than her two sons. However, she made a mistake in her relationship and almost lost her life by hooking up with her. Now even her own son...

As a parent, you really feel for your daughter.

If nothing else, I just hope that she can have a close friend for the rest of her life, who will take good care of her and love her.

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I wish to win the heart of one person and stay together forever.

Nan Song was sitting on the balcony, flipping through a book of poems in his hand, feeling very confused.

She stared blankly at the dark night outside, trying to sort out her chaotic thoughts, but found that she couldn't.

She originally thought she knew Yu Jinwen better than anyone else, but a painting of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" made her suddenly doubt herself.

No matter how powerful computer technology is, there are still areas that cannot be touched.

It's as if she has no idea that Yu Jinwen can actually fake things and has such superb painting skills.

Thinking of those moments when she was "arrogant" in front of him, Nan Song felt ashamed and humiliated. It was really "playing tricks on the door", which was extremely ridiculous.

What was he thinking at that time? Did he think in his heart: What's so good about it? What you're playing with is what I have left!

Nan Songkong sat for a long time, holding his head, and sighed in the quiet night.

It is true that secret love is a person's chaos.

Perhaps, the secret love she had for ten years was just a phantom she imagined.

That man was tall, masculine, handsome, and as perfect as the sun god.

But the real Yu Jinwen is not perfect. He is a living person with advantages and disadvantages.

Because she had such illusions, after marrying him and getting close to him, those illusions were shattered bit by bit, and she couldn't stand it anymore, and she started to think about quitting.

Now think about it, if at that time, she could confront Zhuo Xuan head-on and bravely take back the man who belonged to her, nothing would have happened to Zhuo Xuan.

After all, she still didn't love him that much, at least not as much as she imagined.

What people love most is themselves.

Thinking of this, Nan Song smiled slightly and closed the poetry collection.

Only now did she truly feel relieved.

She let go of her love for Yu Jinwen, and also let go of her hatred for him.

Getting up from the balcony, she looked at the painting of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" spread out on the bar, and stretched out her fingers to gently touch it.
Chapter completed!