You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

At this time, Juanita finished copying the materials and came over to her side, "Joyce, I have copied all the files, is there anything else I can help you with?"

"And these please. Please help me join them all together. Get them all done, and I'll be almost done with today’s work." Joyce smiled and nodded toward Juanita.

The conversation between the two could naturally be heard by Luther on the other end of the phone.

“Luther, are you done checking in? I'll hang up if there's nothing else. I want to finish up early, and I have to go back and make dinner for grandma." Joyce harshly pointed out the intention of his call.

He was a little embarrassed when he heard what she said, "I'm having some trouble with things here, so I will stay here for another day and won't be back until the day after tomorrow.”

“Luther, you don't need to report your whereabouts to me. Whether you come back or not has no effect on me. Bye!" After saying that, Joyce did not wait for his reply, and directly cut off the line.

At the other end of the phone, Luther stared at the phone with only "beep-beep-beep” sound. His heart was depressed to the core. Three days had passed, and it seemed that she was still angry after the Shelly incident, where he had indeed misunderstood her.

Heh. He couldn't help but smile. This little wild cat.

he had previously purchased and held it in his hands, playing with

his phone and sent a

me

and shook his head helplessly. He was now so far away from the country, but

materials ready, and we must end

eager to return that he

other hand, when it was about four, Joyce finally finished the work in hand and she started

playing a

to Juanita, "Thanks for coming to keep me company, we will go different directions. I will take a taxi directly back

quickly packed her bag, "Hmm. No, you'll have to go shopping with me some

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the work and was about to leave when her cell phone suddenly rang

ringing and ringing, like a death rattle. She thought it was Luther calling again, and thinking that he had been so annoying she couldn't help but complain and impatiently reached for her phone. But right at that moment, her hand slipped and the phone fell to the floor, and coincidentally, the entire screen