I've Been There Before

Franklin hurried off the plane. There was a taxi at the airport. He got in and gave the driver an address.

His friend was staying at a home stay in the vicinity of Dali city.

He contacted the friend and that person was waiting for him early in the door of the home stay, while basking in the sun and checking when Franklin would come.

A taxi from a distance came and stopped at the gate of the homestay.

As the car door opened, Franklin emerged.

This friend of Franklin's was a woman, and years before, everyone knew that Franklin loved to play, and this woman had gone to karaoke and dinner with him.

As soon as Franklin got out of the car, a smile spread across her delicate face,

"Mr. Cordon, I thought you were joking. You really come here What's up? You come here so quickly, are you coming to chase your wife?"

It was a joke, half true, half false. Franklin smiled and did not speak, with a trace of loss in his eyes.

"Cassie," he said, taking out his phone and clicking on the picture, "Where did you take this picture?"

Cassie, startled, did not answer immediately, but looked at Franklin's face as she investigated what was going on, "Well... Mr. Cordon, you're not really going after your wife, are you? Who is she in the picture?"

"You guessed it wrong," Franklin said bitterly.

If, as Cassie had said, he was after his wife, he would have laughed himself out of sleep at night.

"I would like to pursue her, but unfortunately, I have long been not qualified."

Cassie curled her long curly hair in an amorous manner. "To have Mr. Cordon come all the way from a thousand miles away, and to have you remembered. Who is this woman?"

Franklin pursed his lips, and for a moment he muttered, "You don't know."

Cassie curled her lips. "I won't tell you if you don't tell me."

Franklin looked sideways at Cassie. "You should understand

His dark eyes were deep and bottomless, and Cassie felt a slight tremor in

of everyone’s surprise, in that year, the playboy suddenly changed and

coxcomb in the eyes of others, swallowed the whole

person had long ago not been that

with his own family, and then swallowed the Corden family, becoming the top dog

were enough to make Cassie admire him... Cassie curled her lips and said. "Well, I will tell you. Don't look at me like that, Mr. Cordon.

the bar she went the night before. "This is where I took my picture last night," she

In a bar?

man frowned... Could she still not get out

S city. She would not

doesn't work here, does

do you think she

won't. This woman, she..." She had her pride in her

jail, she didn’t go to that rich and glorious home to ask for help, but

was cheap, saying

was they were her; would they have the desperate courage not to ask for help from their wealthy parents? Whenever she asked for help,

family, because her heart had been broken or because she was disappointed. But her pride,

a broom. She is a cleaner." Franklin made a

get it, but after a

with good figure. He ran on the stage

“A man?”

the picture wasn't taken well. there was actually

only saw this woman yesterday. He saw only this woman in his eyes and ignored the others. There was indeed a man behind

the audience didn't want to. They all scolded her, but

said, laughing, "What on earth are

a man like Franklin, who had traveled thousands of miles in the

what Cassie said, Franklin's face went white... Did