Yang Xiao's marriage proposal was successful, because when Matisse, who lived next to him, heard the sound and rushed over, he happened to witness the whole process of Yang Xiao putting the diamond ring on Murong Hanling's left ring finger.

Seeing Murong Hanling burst into tears and smiled, and sweetness flowed in the eyes of the two, Matisse knew that he was completely out. He turned around and quietly left.

That night, the two people, who had been in drought for a long time, were entangled and tossed all night. The constant ambiguous sound made the glass who lived in another room red-faced and unable to sleep, so he had to tiptoe out of the apartment and invite Matisse, who was not in a good mood, to go to a nightclub to get drunk.

But Matisse, who had a crush on him and ended without a problem, went to buy drunk, and he returned to his prodigal appearance, wandering around in nightclubs. The purpose is to hunt for beauty.

I have been infatuated with Murong Hanling for so long, but I haven't even gotten a smile from her. Now, the goddess is married, but the bridegroom is not him. This kind of sorrow can only be experienced by the person concerned.

Therefore, his heart wanted to let go, and wanted to find a woman to commemorate his bitter love, so that he forgot the pain of his heart for a while.

After lingering for a long time in the piles of women with heavy makeup and coquettish eyes, Matisse still did not have any girls who could interest him.

In my mind, I always inadvertently compare these vulgar fans with the elegant and eccentric Murong Hanling, and naturally there is no one who can get into the eye.

Just when Matisse was drunk and dazed and planned to return with the glass in vain, he suddenly saw a little girl in a college uniform walk into a nightclub.

The face of the unpowdered Dai and the different dresses immediately attracted many uniformed seductive men to flock to it, and the little girl was so frightened that she explained: "I'm sorry, I'm here to find my boyfriend."

The girl was at a loss as she faced the perverts who had asked her for a drink, and looked around to find her boyfriend who had ignored her for days.

When she saw the man talking and laughing in the corner of the nightclub, holding a bewitching woman, the girl's tears flowed out.

The girl pushed away the crowd around her and rushed to the man: "Brother Peng, why don't you answer my call"

Looking up and seeing the girl, Du Zhanpeng was stunned, and then his face was full of disgust: "How did you find this place, is this the place you should come to, hurry up?"

"Who is she" The girl pointed to the woman in Du Zhanpeng's arms, and in addition to anger, there was also a deep inferiority complex on her face.

"Her name is Hu Mengxi, and she is my woman." Du Zhanpeng hugged the woman in his arms tighter, raised his eyebrows and looked at the girl, and deliberately mocked, "Yan Ying, where do you dare to come here to make trouble for us like her, don't bother me in the future." ”

"Brother Peng, I'm you" Yan Ying crumpled a piece of paper that she wanted to show Du Zhanpeng, stuffed it into the pocket of her coat, picked up the wine on the bar and threw it at the two of them.

Hu Mengxi screamed, stood up, grabbed Yan Ying's wrist, raised his other hand and grabbed Yan Ying's cheek: "Little slut, dare to splash me to see if I don't scratch your face"

Just as the paws painted with red nail polish were about to grab Yan Ying's face, a big palm suddenly appeared and grabbed Hu Mengxi's hand like iron tongs.

The sharp pain in his wrist made Hu Mengxi scream again. Du Zhanpeng hurriedly stood up, picked up the wine bottle on the table, and wanted to smash it at the nosy Matisse.

"Friend, I think you'd better take your woman and leave" Yan Li blocked Du Zhanpeng's hand with great speed, and easily snatched the empty wine bottle from his hand.

"I'm sorry" Feeling a cold stinging pain in his waist, Du Zhanpeng looked down, and was so frightened that he couldn't speak, "I'll go."

As soon as Yan Li's wrist flipped, half of the sharp triangular thorn returned to the leather bag on the inside of his arm, he played with the empty wine bottle in his hand, and looked at Matisse with a smile: "Don't bully women, isn't this your consistent belief?"

Matisse glared at Hu Mengxi, who was already pale in pain, and let go of his hand: "Get out"

"Brother Peng, they bullied me, you have to be the master for me" As soon as he was free, Hu Mengxi threw herself into Du Zhanpeng's arms and cried.

"Shut up, go quickly" Du Zhanpeng didn't dare to talk nonsense, nodded at Yan Li flatteringly, and then pulled Hu Mengxi Fei and fled.

It wasn't until he ran a long way away and saw that no one was catching up that Du Zhanpeng sat down on the ground and gasped: Mom, it can really be said that he walked away from the ghost gate just now.

Fortunately, it didn't anger the two characters who came out of nowhere, who carried a triangular army thorn with a gun in his waist, could he afford to provoke a playboy?

I don't know what the relationship between Yan Ying and those two people is, I hope that stinky girl doesn't talk nonsense in front of them, otherwise I don't know how I estimated how she died.

Du Zhanpeng's prayer was worked, and Yan Ying did not mention his bastard behavior in talking to Matisse and Yan Li. She was just a strong drinker, and she didn't drink much, but she got drunk after a while.

Matisse originally planned to send the little girl home, but Yan Ying resolutely refused to go back, grabbed Matisse's arm, threatened to have a one-night stand with him, and claimed that he often went out on weekends to hunt for beauty.

Isn't this just thirsty and meeting a well digger, there were still some scruples Yan Ying is a high school student, and Matisse, who was too young, immediately became interested. The two hit it off, and no matter how much she tried to dissuade her, she walked towards the hotel not far away.

The next day, the sun and the mountain were three poles, and the brave Matisse woke up all night. Looking at the empty room, he was a little unsure whether all this was a spring dream of his own

It is impossible to have such a real dream, and there seems to be Yan Ying's sweet taste between his lips and teeth. Matisse smacked his lips unsatisfactorily: "That's fine, she's gone, save yourself trouble." ”

Matisse shook his still dizzy head, got out of bed naked, and went into the bathroom to wash up. When he came out, he found Yan Ying's coat left under the chair.

Stooping down to pick up the garment, which was small for Matisse, he put it on his nose and sniffed it, and a faint girlish body fragrance came from him, which made Matisse feel refreshed.

Just as he was putting down his clothes, his fingers inadvertently touched his pocket, which contained something. Matisse couldn't help but be curious, took out the crumpled paper in his pocket, and unfolded it to see that it was a B-ultrasound list.

"Yan Ying, it turns out that her name is Yan Ying." Seeing the name on the list, Matisse knew that the girl he was spending with was Yan Ying.

"What is this list to check for" Matisse looked at it curiously for a while, and then he barely recognized the few Chinese characters at the bottom of the list: early pregnancy in utero, it is recommended to recheck.

"It's really bad luck that this girl is pregnant," Matisse threw down the list, rushed into the bathroom again, and washed his body again, before leaving the hotel with an unhappy face.

Back at the apartment, there was no one. Matisse called Mourning and found out that he hadn't come back last night and was now wandering the streets.

Knowing that Yang Xiao and Murong Hanling were not there, he hurriedly came back, planning to pack his things and go back to Yujiang, he didn't want to be a light bulb here anymore, such a powerful electricity would have to blow him up sooner or later.

At this time, Yang Xiao and Murong Hanling, who had reconciled, were holding hands and visiting the vegetable market. They were going to buy some good food and go back to treat Matisse and Mourning to them, so that they could keep their mouths shut after eating, and not talk about the shame they had heard last night.

"Miss Murong, Miss Murong" Just as the two were discussing how to prepare for the wedding sweetly, a short woman blocked their way, "Miss Murong, it's really you."

"You are" Looking at the woman in front of him who was running out of breath and was about fifty years old, Murong Hanling looked confused.

"Miss Murong, I'm Mrs. Li, your landlord, have you forgotten" Mrs. Li said to herself, "It's been half a year since you and Mr. Mu shared the room, and the rent will be due next month." If you don't live there, then go back and collect your things, and I'll rent someone else. ”

"Rent, of course we have to rent." Yang Xiao's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said to Mrs. Li with a smile, "Don't worry, the rent will definitely not be less for you." ”

Could the Yuan Pearl that Murong Duanmu asked him to find be in that rental house If he really found Yuan Mingzhu, he could eliminate Murong Duanmu's bad opinion of him, then he would justifiably marry Murong Hanling as his wife.

"This is" Seeing the two of them interlocking their fingers and leaning on each other, Mrs. Li instantly understood, it seemed that the kid named Mu Yunmo had been replaced, "Since you still want to rent, let's find time to come and sign the rental contract." ”

Even if Murong Hanling only lived in that house for a few days after renting it, and then disappeared, Mrs. Li was still happy to rent the house to them. As long as there is money to collect, she doesn't care whether they live or not.

"Let's go now" Yang Xiao patted Murong Hanling, who was a little hesitant, soothingly, and told her not to be too nervous. Then he took her and excitedly followed Mrs. Li to the rental house.

Taking a deep breath, Murong Hanling opened the door with the key given by Mrs. Li. No matter what was inside, no matter whether he could retrieve his lost memories or not, Murong Hanling forced himself to face it bravely.

This is a small apartment of about 40 square meters, although it is small, it has everything, and there are a lot of furniture and appliances needed for life. There are ingenious little decorations everywhere in the house, and it can be seen that the hostess put a lot of thought into this.

"Wife, do you think of something" Beware's excitement faded, and Yang Xiao's nerves tensed. If Murong Hanling really remembered everything and remembered the ruthless harm he had done to her, would he leave again

"Why don't we go back first," Yang Xiao retreated, "Now that we know this place, we can come over at any time in the future." ”

"Okay, let's go" Glancing at the photo frame placed on the TV stand, Murong Hanling's whole heart lifted.

She tried to remember, but she couldn't remember who the man was. She was suddenly scared, afraid to reminisce, afraid that the happiness she had just had would be shattered again. Mobile Visit:

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