May The Peace Be With You In The Golden Age

"Come on, write it, finish it early and publish it early." Su Hai is in the municipal government and is currently in charge of culture and sports. Those arrogant literati and publishing houses are all within his jurisdiction.

At that time, help Ningning choose the most powerful one. If he is a deputy mayor to do these things, will the price be a bit lower? Forget it, who wants him for his niece! If it were someone else, he wouldn't bother to look at it.

"By the way, what is the name of the magazine that you submitted earlier?"

"Military Friend Magazine."

"Okay, take a rest early!" Su Hai's purpose was achieved and he left vigorously.

Standing in place, Sheng Ning always felt that she had been calculated. Su Fox is too cunning and scary. But why is she not angry at all after being calculated?

She raised her arm and looked at the light intently. With his slender arms and fair skin, he seemed to be able to see the blood flowing in his blood vessels under the light. Is this the power of blood? Cut the constant **** and unstoppable inner desire?

Ask yourself, Sheng Ning has never hated the old man. I hated Su Hai, but I never hated it.

Hate and hate are two different things. Hate shows that there has been love, and it is recognized deep down in my heart. If you hate it, that's the cruel side of human nature.

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At ten o'clock in the morning, the special train arrived at the destination. When the sun was shining outside the train station, Sheng Ning was wearing a red coat with bright eyes and jade skin. The beauty is enthusiastic, and the beauty is thrilling.

She stood in the constant stream of people at the train station, and time seemed to stop flowing at this moment. Meng Ping stood beside the railing on the second floor and looked downstairs quietly. The endless stream of people disappeared, only one of her can be seen.

He heard his heart beating violently, as if it might pop out at any time. He covered his chest in pain, and the rapid beating of his heart made his chest pain unbearable.

"Second Young Master, what's the matter?" The scared faces of the little friends who came together turned pale.

"Boss, I'll take you to the hospital." The little fat man squeezed to the front and was about to be caught by him.

"No need!" Meng Ping reached out his hand to stop him, his handsome face was a little melancholy and pale. "I'm fine, you all get out of the way."

"Well, well, you have to relax a little." The little fat man was so heartbroken that he drove everyone away, and he stayed beside Meng Ping. He finally got out of bed, and he just started to come out before all his injuries were healed. No one could stop him, even Commander Meng couldn't help him.

The little fat man looked at the thin Meng Ping, as if he was blocked by something. Uncomfortable, he wanted to cry. Since childhood, Meng Ping was a demon king who wanted wind and wind but rain and rain. He has never been unable to get it. Women too, with Meng Ping’s family background and looks, didn’t that woman hook him up?

It's the same in business now, the little fat man is admirable. But for such a person, because he fell in love with a woman, he tortured himself so badly.

The little fat man feels distressed, but can't sympathize.

Because in the past, I don’t know how many women made trouble because of him. Is this retribution?

Meng Ping also asked himself in his heart, is this retribution? He looked at a little woman who yawned slightly in the lobby on the first floor, and felt that all the pain was worth it.

He must be crazy.

****

Su Hai helped the old man to follow him out, and Sheng Ning saw that he was about to go up to help, but Su Hai stopped him.

"I think your carriage was lit up late last night. I guess I didn't sleep well. You should go back soon!" After Su Hai finished speaking, he said to his grandson, "You send Ning Ning back to the art troupe."