When John was worrying about how to look for soone across the coast, a tsunami appeared on the Internet.
The news that Nina was dead was on the top search.
God was jealous of Nina so that Nina drowned to death.
The person who posted this micro-blog ssage was an unknown beauty blogger, whose location was in Spring City.
In just a few minutes, so dia dug deeper into this matter, and soon exposed and confird it.
When John looked at the top search, he frowned and his face was as gloomy as ink. Amy quickly said, "I'll contact Richard imdiately and remove the top search."
When she connected the phone, John's eyes flashed and he said to stop her.
"No need."
"?" Confused, Amy hung up the phone and let the news spread on the Internet.
John tapped his fingers gently on the table. A series of things had happened too closely recently, and he needed to sort out his thoughts.
The wine incident at the engagent party, the news that his father suddenly knew his sister and Jason divorced, and the news that his little girl drowned to death was on the top search...
Things happened one by one. It seed that there was no certain con
tter?" John frowned.
"Miss Michelle broke the porcelain and scolded you. She asked you to give Mrs. Nina back to her." Helen lowered her head.
Miss Michelle usually looked like a delicate girl, but she threw things without rcy, and cursed without rcy.
What's more, Michelle cried and cursed, which scared Nine to find a place to hide. Mr. Jas and Mr. Chester didn't dare to get close to her.
Fortunately, the sound insulation effect upstairs was good. If John heard what Miss Michelle said, he would probably want to poison Miss Michelle to mute.
The rabbit was fiercer when the rabbit anxious than a dog who was biting people.
Helen was worried that John really wanted to poison Miss Michelle to mute, so she pleaded for Michelle on purpose, "Miss Michelle said sothing outrageous just because she couldn't accept Mrs. Nina's matter. I hope you won't punish her."
"It doesn't matter." John wouldn't do anything to Michelle.
She was his wife's best friend.
After lunch, John had left North Yard, and the two people on the sofa were still sleeping soundly.
Instead of going to the company, John went to a psychological counseling room.
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