Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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"Booming--" The clouds are densely covered in the sky, as if after a while there will be a downpour.

Luo dusted on the ‘Nai tea’ bar, holding the shackle in his right hand, and the scorpion was slightly fascinated.

Occasionally, I think of Lu Yihang’s feelings in my mind, so that she has a feeling that she has never had before.

“Wait a wait?” Yang Lin handed her a cup of freshly researched coffee: “Try it?”

"When did you start making coffee?"

"Some guests' suggestions." Yang Lin looked at her: "Listen to Ye Yan said that you have research on coffee, let you try it."

"It is some research..."

Luo dusted a little bit, a bit bitter, just like that bitter memory.

In fact, the original owner did not have any research on coffee. The reason why she later learned about coffee was because of her long-term and coffee.

When Su Qiuqi was sick, Ye Yan was very busy. In order to let Ye Yan take better care of Su Qiuqi, the original owner took the medical expenses completely.

During the period, in order to enable Su Qiuqi to get better treatment, she spared no effort to go to work.

When work and study are going to happen at the same time, the time of sleep becomes very small.

Therefore, at that time, she began to drink a lot of coffee, and even drunk stomach bleeding into the hospital.

"Booming bang -" is another thunder, interrupting the memories of Luo Ding.

She showed a faint smile: "Yang Linge, I think this coffee can put a little fructose, too bitter."

"Ang--" I saw him smiled and said: "I thought you would like to drink bitter coffee. Ye Yan said that the coffee you used to drink was very bitter."

"I have changed now."

The more bitter the coffee, the easier it is to refresh, but for now she is no longer needed.

"叮铃——" The next second, the phone rings.

She thought it was Lu Yihang's phone, but she never thought that it was Ye Yan.

Some of the joys in my heart have become somewhat lost.

"Hey, what's the matter?"

"Dust...dust..." On the phone, Ye Yan gasped and could hear the whistle of the car.

Luo smashed a bit, and wanted to ask where he was, but I did not know that Ye Yan had opened his mouth.

"I saw a little smashed, dusting... I saw a little cockroach!"

Only for a moment, Luo Dingchen has a feeling that the heart suddenly jumps.

How is it possible that Su Qiuqi has died of illness, how could it be her?

"Ye Yan, you are calm... she already..."

"No-" Ye Yan yelled: "It's her, she is her, I can't be wrong!"

"Beep toot -"

The whistle of the bicycle and the sound of the rain on the phone almost cover the sound of Ye Yan. He should be in a crowded place.

In the next second, Luo slammed the cold and said: "Where are you?"

"Southwest Road No. 3."

"Yang Linge--" Luo Dianqian took a look at the time: "If Lu Yihang has come over for a while, you let him go back first. I just gave him a message, afraid that he didn't see it, the rain is too big tonight..."

"Okay." Yang Lin nodded. "But where are you going?"

"Ye Yan said that he saw another person..." Luo slammed his eyes and said: "But this person is impossible to exist... I have to look at it anyway..."

Su Qiuqi is already dead, but the face is deeply imprinted in the heart of Ye Yan like a brand. She does not think that Ye Yan will be wrong.