"I don't want to I didn't! "

Tang poetry struggled on the edge of the cliff and resisted stubbornly, "Bo Ye, you devil, do you have a little regret for hurting me like this?"

But Bo Ye's face soon turned into Su Qi's face. The man pushed her straight into the abyss with a smile. Tang Shi screamed and heard his cold voice, "it's no pity that you, such an artificial woman, will die when you die!"

"Ah

Tang poetry wakes up from a nightmare and looks out the window at the weather. It's already night.

She took cold medicine and has been sleeping till now.

The plot of the dream seems to make her feel scared. Her heart beats in her thin chest. Tang Shi feels that she is back to the day when she was haunted by nightmares. She can't get rid of the shadow and can't redeem herself.

There was no clever figure to help her warm the milk when she woke up. Tang Shi's eyes were red, but she did not let her tears fall down. She got up to get hot water for herself and took the medicine out of the drawer. Her silent shadow cast on the wall, only a lonely shadow, lonely people crazy.

Tang Wei is not around, Tang Yi is not in the world, people around her hurt her again and again, how to prevent her?

She knows, she knows, but she's really desperate.

God, please spare me just enough

Holding the cup in her hand, Tang Shi felt that her tears would fall again. She held back and opened her notebook with her cold body. She saw that President Xu sent an e-mail when she was not online. It said that her design had been favored by the manufacturer. Now a special assembly line has been set up to produce the bag she designed. I hope she can provide the details of the style and materials as soon as possible Supply them.

This is like a faint light in a dark day. Tang Shi once felt that she could not live, but this weak but firm belief dragged her fragmented life forward. She clenched her hands tightly, and her broken little finger trembled faintly.

In the middle of the night, all the lights in the building went out. Only the room of Tang Shi was lit with a faint light. The woman's pale face was covered with diseases that could not be concealed, but her eyes were surprisingly bright. She was staring at the screen, with countless manuscripts on hand, all kinds of shapes, models and structures. From the deepening of the night to the dawn of the day, the woman finally looked up from her desk, scanned her drawings into the computer, and then sent the reply to President Xu in the form of e-mail.

She looked at the light in the sky and whispered, "it's dawn..."

Light up her world.

Brother, this bag is my painstaking efforts to design with you, I will not let it give up halfway, I will let the whole world witness our efforts!

Tang Shi stood up and poured herself a new cup of hot water. Then she sat down again and began to further design. She was very careful. Her scattered hair fell on her forehead, which seemed a little soft.

A woman seems to have made up her mind. She has a strong look in her eyes. Even if the Tang family is no longer what it used to be, and even if she is no longer the miss of the Tang family, her pride and talent are as usual!

The hand holding the pen trembled faintly. While painting, Tang poetry reddened her eyes, but she held it back. Strong, she forced himself to live, live, there will be day ah!

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