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Ning Tongxi only felt that her heart had become a lot more open-minded, and no longer had the confused, uneasy, and anxious feeling from before.

Although Ning Yuanshan's vine had hit Ning Tongxi's back, it had hit a lot of people's hearts. Ning Tongxi knew that she had disappointed Ning Yuanshan this time.

Ning Tongxi, are you really destined to be a failure? Or was she just a big joke in the end? Actually, Ning Tongxi felt that she knew his own limits and had consciously distanced herself far, far away from them. Why did these people still come to provoke him? Ning Tongxi's dejection was written all over her face, and two streams of tears unconsciously rolled down the corners of her eyes.

Ning Tongxi's slender fingers caressed the drawing of Sheng Angsi's face, as if the Sheng Angsi in the painting was her true companion, the Prince Charming in her dreams, the elegant youth that she had imagined herself. Ning Tongxi suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly, laughing at her foolishness and her overestimation of her strength. She himself was already so ordinary that she couldn't be a normal person, yet she still wanted to hope for Sheng Angsi?

Ning Tongxi laughed helplessly, thinking that the only thing he and Sheng Angsi could be compatible with would be the evenly matched competition between Ning Family and Ning Family, right? These two people, how could they be together?

If Ning Yuanshan knew that the person in the photo was Sheng Angsi, then what kind of ending would he have? Would he be beaten to death by Ning Yuanshan? Ning Tongxi wiped away the tears at the corner of his eyes. The moon today was so round and so bright.

That's right, if he ran away, the three people in Ningyuan would be a family! When Ning Tongxi thought about it, she naturally felt extremely disappointed. Lowering her head, he rolled up the portrait, and sometimes, Ning Tongxi felt that she was really stupid.

Did he really have to enlighten others before reprimanding him in front of him to remember better? Think about how unbearable the start of him and Sheng Angsi was. Could it be that he had some sort of relationship with Sheng Angsi? Could it be that he didn't have enough stains on his body? Would he really send his own father, Ning Yuanshan, into the hospital? Maybe he should be more honest and not cause trouble for his father.

Ning Tongxi sighed softly, she kept his loss and her willfulness away, she should also think about her family. Actually, Ning Tongxi was very clear in her heart. She did not blame Fu Xiangyi for the matter in the photo, and she did not believe that it had nothing to do with him at all.

At that time, An Xiran was still a pure older sister, and Ning Tongxi had played with her before. When she thought about Fu Xiangyi who was carrying him in the forest, Ning Tongxi would rather rest all of her memories on that afternoon when the sunlight was shining on her body.

Ning Tongxi caressed the painting tube, and was lost in thought for a long time. It turned out that the memories of her childhood were already so distant and foreign, and these scenes just happened yesterday. However, Ning Tongxi knew in her heart that there were some things that just shouldn't be said. Friendship, friendship, everything had long changed, and only he, this foolish person, was still immersed in her memories, unable to extricate herself from it.

Ning Tongxi thought that maybe she should have put it down a long time ago. Ning Tongxi curled up under the bed with the painting tube in hand, her tears flowing as she entered the dreamland.

It was a peaceful night, but not everyone had a dream-like feeling. In this quiet night, An Xiran crazily drove her car across the road. She was still wearing the white dress that she wore to eat, her makeup was so light that even the wind could break her fair skin. Occasionally, a gust of wind would blow in from the carriage window and pat An Xiran's forehead, but it was unable to cover up An Xiran's anger.

An Xiran directly entered the "Left Bank of Paris" park and stopped in front of a foreign house. An Xiran turned off the engine, her face gloomy as she got out of the car. She took the card out of her wallet, opened the door, and went in. There were only two families in a building, An Xiran turned to his right and knocked on the door.

Not long later, the sound of the door opening came from the inside.

"Oh? "Why are you here?" Fu Xiangyi looked at An Xiran in shock.

An Xiran did not speak. She reached out her hands to hug Fu Xiangyi's neck and deeply kissed Fu Xiangyi's lips. Fu Xiangyi hugged An Xiran in astonishment and led him into the room. As the two were tossing and turning, Fu Xiangyi closed the door. Fu Xiangyi turned and pressed An Xiran against the wall, then began to tyrannically kiss her deeply, strongly stroking her body.

Fu Xiangyi pressed An Xiran tightly between the wall and his body, as if he was going to use all his strength to push An Xiran back into the wall. An Xiran felt as if his entire body was about to be crushed into pieces, and couldn't help but let out a soft groan. This made Fu Xiangyi exceptionally excited, increasing the power in his hands even more, and kissed An Xiran's face, neck and chest.

An Xiran was still not as domineering as when she entered the room, allowing Fu Xiangyi to play with him as he pleased. Fu Xiangyi put both his hands around An Xiran's waist, and directly carried him onto her shoulders. Fu Xiangyi entered the bedroom and gently placed him on the bed. Fu Xiangyi laid on top of An Xiran's body, caressing An Xiran's hair, he was so mesmerized that he started to kiss An Xiran.

An Xiran didn't have the slightest intention to resist. She lightly closed her eyes and allowed Fu Xiangyi to take off her skirt and underwear. She allowed Fu Xiangyi to explore her own body, allowed Fu Xiangyi to do whatever he wanted in his own body, and allowed himself to lose himself in the abyss of evil.

When An Xiran opened her eyes again, Fu Xiangyi was already exhausted. She leaned on An Xiran and strenuously pushed Fu Xiangyi away.

"What is it? You were fine just now, why are you so unhappy now? " Fu Xiangyi said as he reached out and caressed An Xiran's face. An Xiran turned her face away and no longer looked at him.

An Xiran took a deep breath, got up and put on her pajamas. She leaned on the window and looked out at the moon. Fu Xiangyi looked at the love in An Xiran's eyes and lazily leaned on the bed.

"Why did you take that picture?" An Xiran said as she bent over to pick up a cigarette that Fu Xiangyi usually smoked on a short table beside him and placed it by her mouth.

"What's wrong? Is this not enough to achieve its effect? " Fu Xiangyi looked at An Xiran's faintly discernible figure inside the bathrobe, and could not help but stare blankly.