"This proves that the person I want most in my heart is you!"

"Then have you ever thought about having Michael as your backing?"

"Do you think I need to trade myself for glory and wealth?" Jiang Feng disdainfully vetoed Jones's suggestion......

"But did you know that you're too popular with women?"

"Of course I understand!" Jiang Feng disagreed, for so many years, are there still fewer women who cry and cry to his arms?

"Then do you know that your promiscuity and ruthlessness towards women will one day cause you trouble!"

"If you like to be together, you will be together, if you don't like it, you will be separated, what's the problem?"

"Boshi, you are so young, you really haven't thought about offending too many men and women in love over the years, aren't you afraid that one of them will take revenge?"

"Jones, is there really such a day?"

"Maybe!"

"Jones!" Jiang Feng suddenly flipped his body and pressed against Jones, his eyes staring into the depths of her eyes, "Will you also want to deal with me one day?" ”

"Me? Fool, how could I want to deal with you? ”

"Then you answer me, will you?"

"Of course I won't!" Jones reached out and stroked the hair on Jiang Feng's forehead, and replied with certainty, "Believe me, there will never be that day!" ”

"Then even if Will wants to deal with me, won't you side with him?"

"How could Vir want to deal with you?"

"You think he doesn't know about my relationship with you?"

"Even if he does, is that enough reason for him to deal with you?"

"Jones, you trust him too much!" His face was gloomy, "Maybe you don't believe it, from the first time I saw him tonight, I could feel that he was definitely not a person to give up!" ”

"Owen!" Jones muttered, "Are you going to be too sensitive?" ”

"Then let's see!" Jiang Feng sneered, and Jones suddenly felt that the man riding on him became strange.

Jiang Feng walked alone on the streets of bustling New York, his hands in his trouser pockets, the dark black trench coat made him look thinner and calmer, the cold wind blew his hair, and he wandered the streets in a daze.

The time is approaching dusk, and the pedestrians on the street are either hurried or indifferent, and they are rushing to the end of their lives.

On this originally familiar street, Jiang Feng felt lonely and lonely, and after a round of traffic passed, the crowded flow of people crossed the zebra crossing and ran towards the opposite street, Jiang Feng unconsciously followed the flow of people by his own footsteps.

Suddenly, the back of a woman in front of him caught his attention, it was a young woman with long hair and a shawl, her slender body was wrapped in a gray trench coat, narrow shoulders, her flexible back naturally gave people a quiet and idle feeling, very elegant and that familiar taste, he unconsciously quickened his pace and followed her.

"Shen Haoxin!" He couldn't help but call out the name that seemed to have been sealed by himself for thousands of years in his heart, but unfortunately the other party didn't react and just continued to move forward.