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Chapter 653 0653: Not voluntary

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    So, Han Pengcheng had to postpone his departure. After cremating Han Sheng's body, he took the ashes of the two people to Hanjia Village in the south.

    Le Yao didn't go, but sent two people to follow him to help. Even though Han Guosheng was her biological father, she was not qualified to let her die for him. There was Trina's life between them.

    When Han Pengcheng left, she also went to the cemetery. She had to talk to Trina and let her rest in peace.

    Three days later, Han Pengcheng called Le Yao and said that everything was done. He would come back after his parents passed the first seven days of school. He also promised Le Yao that although he asked for leave, he would not fall behind in his grades.

    "Study is your own, and your future life is also your own. Just do it if you think about it. Just one thing, don't step on the bottom line of law and morality. Otherwise, I won't mind arresting you personally."

    The deaths of Zhou Yunmeng and Han Guo Sheng did not have much impact on Le Yao. He turned around and was dragged out by Qiao Qiao and others to go shopping. Christmas could be missed, but New Year's Day had to be celebrated, and he had to give it to himself and his family.  Get some new clothes.

    Although online shopping is now developed, the fun of shopping arm in arm with best friends cannot be replaced by anything.

    So, on weekends, the sisters rarely got together to go shopping.

    Of course, the few people were visiting high-end places, so they didn¡¯t need to carry their own bags. After checking the address, someone would naturally send it to them. Therefore, after the few people easily walked around, they went directly to find a restaurant in the mall.  Sit down in the restaurant.

    "I'm so tired." Qian Meiqi groaned as soon as she sat down. "It looks like I'm really old. Back then, I could walk around for a whole day, but now I can't do it in just three hours"

    "Screw you, we don't accept old age." Song Qiaoqiao patted Qian Meiqi and said, "When you get old, don't hang out in our team of little girls."

    "That's right, hurry up and leave." Wang Xia also waved her hand.

    "I don't, I need Sister Lan's comfort." Qian Meiqi said, reaching out to hook Le Yao's arm who was sitting on her left, and resting her head on her shoulder.

    Le Yao pushed her head: "I belong to Mr. Qiao, you have no chance."

    Qiao Qiao smiled and nodded: "Yes, private products, don't worry about it. Qian, please move your big head away"

    Qian Meiqi was about to stand up when she suddenly waved her hand: "Look, is that person Mu Xuezhen?"

    Everyone hurriedly turned their heads and looked over. Sure enough, they saw Mu Xuezhen walking past with a man. They couldn't help but frown because Mu Xuezhen was dressed a bit coquettishly. If she hadn't told them, no one would have thought she was a college student.  Maybe I thought he came from some nightclub.

    ¡°And that man he was fat, big-eared, and very rich.

    "Is this a love affair?" Hong Xia frowned, "It's just that my taste is not very good."

    "Hey, with a big head and thick neck, he is either a rich man or a cook." Le Yao smiled, "Obviously this man is a rich man. Look at the big gold ring on his hand, it must weigh a pound, right?"

    Pfft!

    Several people laughed. What finger can bear a pound of gold ring?

    "But don't you think it's strange? It doesn't feel like Mu Xuezhen did it voluntarily." Qiao Qiao frowned.

    "It really doesn't seem like it's voluntary." Le Yao also nodded.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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