This man, who exudes the gentleman and temperament of high society all over his body, can easily charm many women.

He stopped at the door and looked back at the dark and empty rented room.

The phone rings all the time.

He took out his phone and glanced at it, his brow furrowed.

It's just that they haven't seen each other for a while, but it seems like they haven't seen each other for a long time, as if they have been separated for many years, both familiar and strange.

Jing Jiaren's throat choked, and she pressed against the wall, her fingers clenched.

He closed the door and left, each step stumbling down the empty hallway...... But it seemed to be deeply rooted in her heart.

Jing Jiaren's heart was so painful that he couldn't breathe, he already had a fiancée, what did he do to provoke her?

Shang Yanxuan, big bastard!

The feeling of cold air hit her body, until the sound was completely far away, and she walked into the rented house as if she was dehydrated.

The house is mostly in the same state as before she left.

It's just a little more Shang Yanxuan's stuff!

Men's toiletries, men's clothes, men's slippers...... Wait a minute.

Jing Jiaren wandered around the rented house, sat down on the sofa, and saw that there was still half a cigarette butt in the ashbox.

How dare he smoke in her rented house!

She didn't like him to smoke, she didn't like to smell smoke, so he hardly smoked for her sake.

Unless it's particularly upset......

In the air, there seemed to be Shang Yanxuan's breath remaining, just like his strong embrace, which surrounded her heavily.

Jing Jiaren only felt upset and wanted to escape from this state as soon as possible.

Uproot.

This place has too many memories of her and Shang Yanxuan, and just half a month ago, she was still delusional that they might go back to the past. And now?

She looked at herself in the mirror, and her white neck was clearly marked with the kiss marks of another man.

The clothes faded away, revealing a body covered with bruises.

She scrubbed hard, her skin rubbed red by the foaming net......

She wouldn't belong to him, and he wasn't hers anymore.

Suddenly, a tear broke from the corner of her eye.

At this moment, her heart was also dead.

Shang Yanxuan, I won't love you anymore, we don't deserve to talk about aiqing!

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The beautiful angel statue is smiling and holding a huge mirror in her hand.

White relief, silver mirror, mirrored a devilish face......

Simon Longting straightened his collar, and he was so handsome in the mirror that the angels were overshadowed.

The servant came over with a tie in his hand, wanting to tie it for him as usual.

His brow furrowed slightly, disgusted by the sudden smell that had come up.

The maid hurriedly took two steps back: "Young master? ”

Simon Longting lazily took the tie and tied it himself.

I don't know weishenme, since he met Jing Jiaren, he has become accustomed to her taste.

He had just let her go, and he had already begun to miss her......

How could Jing Jiaren know that her departure was in Ximen Longting's calculations.

If he didn't want to, how could she have a chance to attack him, and leave the speedboat so smoothly.

Let the tiger return to the mountain and lead the snake out of the hole.

The more she tried to hide her identity, the more curious he became about who she was.

However, thinking of what she had done to him before she left-

Ximen Longting hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled strangely.