Zhang Man exclaimed: “Is this OK? He wouldn’t have deleted my WeChat directly?”
“No.” Su Mianmian smiled.
“Why” Zhang Man asked in confusion.
“You will know after you send it. Let’s try it. It’s better than if he doesn’t contact you now.” Su Mianmian said.
Zhang Man thought for a while, gritted his teeth and replied, “Okay, I’ll send it to him as you said to see his reaction.”
Manman Qingluo: My uncle, I’ll go on a honeymoon with Tan Yize, don’t worry about me.
After sending it, Zhang Man suddenly stuffed her phone into Su Mianmian’s hand like an electric shock, then ran around, shouting loudly, “Mianmian, I’ll run a lap first and come back.”
She was nervous and nervous now, and could only ease the rapid and rhythmic heartbeat by running.
Su Mianmian smiled with her cell phone and replied with a good word
She sat on the bench and looked at the colorful fallen leaves. She felt that she had never experienced Zhang Man’s uneasiness between her and Leng Xiao, as if in the world of her and Leng Xiao, Leng Xiao loved her more than she loved him.
In the past, whenever Leng Xiao ignored her, she would directly push Leng Xiao out of her heart, and would not ask him to love her, nor would she send such a text message that stimulated Leng Xiao.
Think about it, Zhang Man loves her uncle very deeply.
Her love for Leng Xiao may not be very deep, but it is not shallow either.
Everyone has a different love path, and there is nothing to compare with her and Zhang Man.