"An Da beauty, aren't you already engaged to Mr. Leng?" Du Zimei glanced at Li Tianqi, who was standing beside An Ran and protecting her at any time, and her tone was mocking: "How can you still have the heart to drink coffee with other men?" ”

"Ran Ran~" Her body trembled, Li Tianqi grabbed An Ran's hand and looked at her, her eyes full of anxiety and inquiry.

He believed that Ran Ran would not lie to him, but at this moment he wished that she would have shaken her head and tell him that none of this was true.

"Tianqi, don't believe her words!" She leaned over and shouted at Li Tianqi, and reached out to push Du Zimei.

"Wrinkle!"

Du Zimei, who was out of danger, raised her head with great pride, and raised a document in her hand: "I have your fiancé's information here~" Squinted contemptuously at the Wen Wen who was drunk by Anran, turned around and walked away.

"That's just a misunderstanding, I'll go out for a while, and I'll be back later." An Ran looked at Li Tianqi and patted his hands.

Li Tianqi's eyes immediately lit up: "I believe in you, of course." ”

An Ran smiled and walked towards the outside of the café......

Behind him came a loud shout: "Damn! Damn Du Zimei! ”

Hum~!

Turning around and walking to the coffee table, Fiwen sat down fiercely!

Take a sip of your coffee and slam your cup towards the table!

"Look at the look in her eyes! What to be proud of! Slut! After venting, he looked up at Li Tianqi opposite: "Hey, Tianqi." Don't believe that woman's nonsense. The ...... I used to go to school"

She began to preach Li Tianqi at length and dance......

Outside the café –

An Ran followed Du Zimei to a quiet wall.

"What are you going to do?" An Ran stroked her hair lifted by the wind with one hand, and looked up at Du Zimei anxiously.

"Your fiancé's information - Chinese name Leng Rui, designer of Versace headquarters in Italy. At the beginning of June, he was sent by the headquarters to the Chinese design department for study and exchange. ”

"It's worthy of being a beautiful woman." She stopped walking and looked up at Enron, "Even Western men have hooked their hands." ”

"You ——!"

"I don't have anything to do with him anymore, don't look for me because of him!"

She really didn't know that Lu Dao Leng Rui was Italian, she had long felt that he had a mixed-race temperament, but she never asked, and she didn't bother to ask.

"Aren't you going to marry him?!"

"I've changed my mind again." An Ran said as he walked back, "I'm going to marry someone else now." ”

Du Zimei ran forward and grabbed her wrist, narrowed her fox eyes, and a full smile appeared on the corner of her plump lips: "It's too late for you to change." Now, if you don't want to marry him, you have to get married~! The tone was gentle but inexplicably vicious. Even the smiling fox eyes also revealed a fierce meaning.

It's unreasonable! An Ran glared at her vigorously and withdrew his hand vigorously.

Du Zimei gradually let go of her hand. Smiled with satisfaction~

She just loves to see her struggle.

Open the video on your phone.

She just knew that it was absolutely impossible for that superb man to marry her, and she didn't want to marry him.

Looking at the beautiful figure that was fading away, she seemed to have seen the beautiful girl struggling in pain in the future, and the smile on her lips became more and more bewitching.