Not a dream!

These three words, like a spell, have been roaring in the bottom of Ran Zijin's heart, as if they are about to explode, and her internal organs hurt vividly.

The pain after her broken self-esteem became unusually clear, and the humiliation she had never seen in her life.

Ran Zijin sat up and looked out the window, only then did he see Leng Muxuan smoking against the car window.

His long figure resembled a sculpture in the faint morning mist—perfect, noble, but cold without the slightest temperature.

Leng Muxuan threw away the cigarette butts in his hand that he didn't know how many cigarettes he had lit, opened the car door and got into the car, his hair was wet with morning dew, but it didn't affect his handsomeness.

"Can you lend me a set of clothes, I can't go home like this." Ran Zijin was tossed by him and had a high fever, and his voice was hoarse.

She was trying her best to stay calm, and her seemingly waveless gaze was secretly carrying thousands of needles and arrows, all of which fell between Leng Muxuan's eyebrows, as if she wanted to stab him to a thousand holes in order to relieve her hatred.

But, even if she stabbed him into a pile of ashes, it couldn't relieve the pain and hatred in her heart!

Leng Muxuan's eyes shot at the cold star, and he didn't say anything about last night's incident, but called the driver directly.

"Yang Ming, send a few sets of clothes to the cemetery......" Leng Muxuan took out her mobile phone and called the driver, and after visually inspecting Ran Zijin, she reported her weight and measurements. The height is about 168, and the measurements are 80, 54, and 85...... respectively Drive the Bugatti over ......."

Ran Zijin gritted his teeth, his eyes were really vicious, more accurate than any measuring instrument, and the data was all right. This is definitely playing too much with women, so it will be so accurate!

"Take it and buy clothes." Leng Muxuan hung up the phone and wrote a check to Ran Zijin slowly, he didn't care about what happened last night.

What can be solved with money is not a matter in his eyes.

Besides, he didn't do any real harm to her, he just tore her clothes and frightened her.

Her identity is uncertain.

If she wasn't Ruan Yifei, then the money would just be enough to compensate her for being frightened.

After so many years of wandering around in the mall, Leng Muxuan has long developed the habit of not owing anyone.

He doesn't owe even a little, because if he owes someone, sooner or later he will have to repay it with interest.

However, Leng Muxuan at this time did not expect that the only person he owed in his life would not be able to repay it in his life. Even later, he spent his life trying to pamper and care for the unique person who was baby, but after all, he still missed the most important period of her life.

"I don't need to!" Ran Zijin clenched his fists, hid the anger in his eyes, and said calmly and stubbornly.

She used his suit to wrap herself tightly, and she only wanted a set of clothes in her heart, so she hurriedly opened the Rolls-Royce of this bag and left the dangerous creature Leng Muxuan.

"And what do you want?" Leng Muxuan didn't have much patience to entangle this topic with her.

In the past, if a woman was not a little involved with him, he asked for a check on the house, and he didn't believe that she was an exception.

Of course, he couldn't have given Ran Zijin a house, after all, he didn't vent his anger from her.

Businessmen are heavy on profits, and they want to get value for money in everything, and Ran Zijin's losses are not enough to be compensated for by the house.

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