The scenes were like silent movies unfolding in front of her eyes, she felt so warm, but when she touched the ring, she felt a stabbing pain in her heart.

It's strange that she loves him so much and loves him into her life, and she hasn't shed a single tear for the breakup to this day. When I think of him, it's a pain, a suffocating pain, but I can't shed tears.

Lu Licheng said that what she needs is a thorough vent, and she needs to cry.

But she was in so much pain that she was dying, and there were still no tears. She opened her purse with a blank expression, took out her mobile phone to call the driver, and then stood quietly on the side of the street, motionless.

"My lord, the one in front is Miss Xia!" the car slowed down slowly.

Feng Hao turned his head to look out the car window, the road in the center of the city was not very wide, four lanes, and through the flower platform in the middle, he saw Xia Yucheng standing across the street.

Her hair was pulled up, she wore a small burgundy gown, and she held a small silver-white leather bag in her hand.

She stood quietly in the night with her head down, her slender figure looking so lonely.

So, his heart naturally fluttered.

"Stop in front and turn around!" Feng Hao commanded in a deep voice, it was so late, and this dress stood there, which inevitably made him worry.

When the car turned around, Xia Yucheng's driver had already driven the car over and stopped in front of her.

"My lord, do you want to follow?"

Feng Hao thought for a while and said, "Let Zhu Huan and them go back first!"

Suddenly, the driver understood, set the speed to the slowest speed, and then called and told the cars behind to stop following. He slowly followed.

The driver is very clever and knows that Xia Yucheng recognizes this car, so he will always let there be a few other vehicles between the two cars.

He understood that this was an adult who was not worried about Miss Xia.

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In the middle of the night, Xia Yucheng slept very unsteadily and always woke up, so she turned on the bedside lamp in the bedroom and tossed and turned until the early hours of the morning before she fell asleep.

The moon hid in the thick clouds, and thunder rang out in the sky.

Entering a house with a closed door without a trace is a breeze for Feng Hao.

So, as soon as he entered, he saw the soft light in the room, and Xia Yucheng was lying there quietly, like a stunning water lily.

Slowly, he sat down beside her, her jet-black hair scattered between the pillows, glowing like seaweed in the light.

Her breathing was light and steady, and her fair face had a seductive flush on it.

I thought that when I saw her, I would tear her apart regardless of a qiē, because she was the only woman in this world who gave him pain.

But for no reason, her heart softened, and when she saw that she still had the ring he gave her on her finger, the pity quietly spread in her heart.

After looking at her quietly for a while, he stretched out his hand and stroked the warm red lips that he had kissed countless times, and then, his eyes darkened, and his body rose with a familiar tide of desire.

His hand slowly slid down, and he slowly and gently stroked her slightly curled thighs, slowly burrowing into the skirt and moving upwards. The silky touch made him greedy, reluctant, and even wanted more.

His movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid that he would wake her up. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, leaned down to hug her into his arms, and kissed the lip flap that made him miss.

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