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"Now everyone has a reason and a mission to do something." This is the last sentence Mo Jin said to Yi Ziyao before the gate. From then on, they will be separated by more than half the world and the time difference of 8 hours, even the tides of the whole Atlantic Ocean.
On the plane from London Heathrow Airport to Shanghai Pudong, Momo kept drinking a strong English whisky in the comfortable first class, and the crystal clear liquid seemed to burn the whole blood through his throat. I thought I was a little confused, and I felt that I could take a nap after walking around, but I still didn't sleep. Mosheng smiled helplessly and didn't get drunk, which is one of her more painful things. She is still half awake at Pudong airport.
When I got off the plane, it was already afternoon 10. Before I came back, I got rid of Yu Minxin and hired a driver. After getting on the bus, I directly asked the driver to take me to the Jas Pouch Lee Club in the Holy Land, ordered a glass of Shinixuan and took a sip. My face is very comfortable, and I am not dusty all the way, but I look a little pale.
A single woman wearing Dior professional clothes sat alone in front of the bar, drinking Shi Nixuan, which is the favorite of many old rich women. Many androgens that come to have fun alone are scattered wantonly in this colorful nightclub.
Of course, there are also ...