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晌，肚子咕嘟咕嘟的响，“混蛋，”她恨恨的骂，“都说了不要吵架了！折腾我那么久连饭都不煮给我吃！”                                                                                                             梁飞凡再也没回来过。                                                                                                             可是顾烟却能天天见到他。                                                                                                             电视上，娱乐星闻里，一个又一个倾国倾城挽着他对镜头娇笑。                                                                                                             报纸上，头版头条，某某明星，某某名模，搭上梁氏总裁，青云直上云云。                                                                                                             昨天的大热门是：玉nvai情事业双丰收梁氏总裁护驾好事将近！                                                                                                             “我说，你怎么还那么淡定？”小离拿勺子去挖顾烟碗里的冰激凌，还把报纸顺手推近给她看，“你看！陈玉nv笑的多甜啊！我本来还蛮喜欢她的，不过看在她抢你男人的份上，我以后不去电影院看她的电影了，我下载盗版的。”                                                                                                             秦桑招呼完旁边那桌的生意，也过来这边坐了下来，瞄了一眼报纸上那张巨大的照片，“daboss就是强悍，一个侧脸都散发着浓浓的杀气。”                                                                                                             秦桑辞了工作，接手了这家咖啡店，自己做老板，请来“非”里的点心师傅“兼职”，生意渐渐红火。                                                                                                             顾烟很是羡慕秦桑，似乎在她的世界里，什么事都是可能的，又什么事都牵绊不了她，永远的潇洒如风，优雅随x。                                                                                                             “桑桑，你想想办法呀。”小离敲着盘子的边。                                                                                                             秦桑看一眼不为所动的顾烟，对小离悠悠的一笑，“皇帝不急太监急。”                                                                                                             小离大怒，“秦小桑！你才是太监呢！”                                                                                                             秦桑撇她一眼，“安小离，你皮痒啊？”