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At the villa of the Champs-Elysées in Beijing:

Shu Qingcheng bitterly smiled at the headlines. Xiang Ling was going to be married, to the man she loved. He had had a beautiful dream for so long that it burst like a soap bubble.

After thinking about it, what qualifications did he have to obtain her? He was a hot star with a very good identity. In reality, it was just a toy for Hao Mengyuan.

Hao Mengyuan slowly walked out of the bathroom. She was wearing a loose bathrobe and her hair was still dripping wet. As she raised her hand, the faint fragrance of flowers wafted in the air.

At the sight of Shu Qingcheng's loving expression, Hao Mengyuan knew that he was once again reminded of Gu Xiangling. Only when she thought of her would a trace of gentleness appear on Shu Qingcheng's cold face.

She walked over and silently turned off the computer. Shu Qingcheng jumped up in shock, his eyes filled with unconcealable disgust. Why did you shut down my computer? " His voice was so cold that there was not a trace of warmth in it, and it felt very uncomfortable to the ears.

"Hao Mengyuan smiled sarcastically, like a poppies at full bloom." Since they are already getting married, are you still not going to give in to your evil intentions? " Her slender fingers stroked Shu Qingcheng's cheeks as she spoke in an even more harsh tone, "Are you not resigned to this? Do you dare to rob them? I'm afraid that if you appear in the Song Family, Song Mingjian will kill you without me even needing to do anything. "

Shu Qingcheng ignored her, his lips tightly shut, not saying a word.

"Do you think about her every time you're entangled with me?" Hao Mengyuan's tone was like a poisonous snake that had entered Shu Qingcheng's ears. But I can guarantee that you'll definitely be willing when you think of Gu Xiangling and Song Ming's Sword of Rushing Rain. A woman is like this. Only when she is with a man she loves will she be able to get into bed. "

Shu Qingcheng covered his ears, gritting her teeth so hard that they were about to shatter. Hao Mengyuan pulled down his hand and said softly: "Have you thought about that scene? They rolled around naked together. Gu Xiangling was so happy that she wanted to die. She definitely wouldn't think of you. " Her lips moved closer to Shu Qingcheng's ear, "That Song Mingjian's martial arts on the bed is much better than yours."

Shu Qingcheng clenched his fists tightly, wishing that he could smash Hao Mengyuan into smithereens.

However, he couldn't. If he could do a little bit of damage to Hao Mengyuan, Hao Mengyuan would do all sorts of things to get revenge on Gu Xiangling. He had dragged her to hell, and now he couldn't hurt her again.

Hao Mengyuan smiled coquettishly, wrapped her arms around his waist and fell onto the bed, calmly unbuttoning his clothes. She quietly asked, "This time, are you going to take the initiative, or should I help you?"

With a flip of his body, Shu Qingcheng pressed Hao Mengqin down on top of his and roughly tore off her bathrobe. In any case, he was already dirty, so he wasn't worthy of Gu Xiangling.

Then he would be completely dirty, falling into the 18 Hells with Hao Mengyuan.

As long as his Xiang Ling could be happy in the clouds.

London, United Kingdom:

The city, which was usually called "Fog Capital", was shrouded in a thin cloud. Bright sunlight shone from within, bringing out the vigor of midsummer.

On the third floor of an apartment, the curtains were drawn tight and there was not a single ray of sunlight or light in the room.

A pale, thin woman with a cigarette in one hand was tapping it on her laptop. On the screen, a pair of blissful lovers were laughing like flowers, very blissful.

A servant girl, holding a tray, walked in while trembling and exhorting, "Miss Zhao, you haven't eaten anything for a day. Eat a little more."

"Take it away!" Zhao Xin`er's gentle voice was clearly hoarse, it was the result of smoking for a long time. Because she had not seen the sun for a long time, her face was devoid of color, and she was as miserable as a ghost.

Go to Paris Island, Provence, the sea of love and other places to take wedding photos. Zhao Xin'er skimmed through the words, blood seeping out of her heart. What a big hand!

Sword of Inscription, you really love me that much … Gu Xiangling? It's even more than when you loved me.

Zhao Xin'er looked at her phone contact list. The last call from Jiang Yuhang was from a month ago. He hadn't called her in a month.

Jiang Yuhang said, "If you have nothing to do, don't contact me. I don't like girls who take the initiative either."

Thus, Zhao Xin'er never disturbed him and he was the one who contacted her. From the first few calls of the day to the next few calls of the day.

Then, a few days later, a phone call came and went for a week. Finally, he stopped calling her.

Zhao Xin'er couldn't help but press the number that was familiar to her. It took a long time before she could answer it. Didn't I tell you not to call when you have nothing to do? " Jiang Yuhang's voice was filled with impatience.

Zhao Xin'er heard an unusual sound. It was the sound of a woman gasping for breath.

"As someone who had experienced many things, she naturally knew what it was." You, who are you with? "

"Woman!" Jiang Yuhang said a word frivolously.