Both of them had low voices, intimate like whispers between lovers.

The lights in the stairs were not on, and the sound became more and more lingering in the thick darkness.

Like a meandering painting, long and far away, rippling, chaotic a pool of river water!

He Xinyue stood there, stiff, she seemed to be standing in the cold winter of Saibei, the wind and frost sword cut her all over her body and stabbed her heart to pieces.

The shattered heart gathered, and was smashed by a hammer, and was tortured over and over again.

Heartbreaking!

He Xinyue finally realized what these four words meant.

Xie Xize, that was her love at first sight, the man who was high in her heart, god-like, looking at everything, and stirring up the storm with her hands.

He actually came down from the clouds for such a lowly woman, bent down, bent down, and surrendered before her.

Ears are ?? The sound of friction was accompanied by Mo Yangyang's hoarse and coquettish anger, and He Xinyue, who listened to it, felt a piercing pain.

Mo Yang Yang reached out and pinched Xie Xize: "Don't ...... allowed"

"Then you ......"

"No, I want to go home!"

The lights in the staircase turned on, and He Xinyue's figure was projected on the ground, and she fled in a hurry like a rat as if she was dodging!

Xie Xize took off his coat and draped it over Mo Yangyang's shoulders.

"Let's go!"

Mo Yang snorted, his cheeks flushed, he was ashamed and angry, and he reached out to grab it but was held down by him: "Obedient, good." ”

Mo Yangyang: "I'm not a spicy ......"

"yes, he's not much harder to coax than you."

"You ......"

"Don't want to go back?"

Mo Yang immediately shut up.

Xie Xize took her waist and went downstairs.

When he went down, he turned around and glanced at He Xinyue's hideout!

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He Xinyue fled back to the banquet hall in embarrassment, even though she was dressed in gorgeous clothes and jewelry;

Even though she was born noble and graduated from a prestigious university;

Even if she has her own beauty, self-cultivation, and knowledge, she can crush Mo Yang to pieces.

However, at this moment, He Xinyue felt that she was a mouse hiding in the shadows, why did she like such a lowly and useless woman when she admired a man?

Is it just because she has a good face?

He Xinyue can accept that Xie Xize likes other women, but she doesn't accept that the woman Xie Xize likes is Mo Yang Yang.

A slut hiding in a shabby, cramped and dirty kitchen, an ignorant and stupid slut.

She wasn't even worthy of the shoes she carried.

He Xinyue bit her lower lip tightly, her teeth sank into the flesh, blood flowed out, the smell of rust spread to her lips and teeth, and the fire of jealousy burned her into ashes!

She didn't allow herself to fail like that, and to lose to such a woman.

He Xinyue raised her head, and her eyes flashed fiercely.

Fei Nan looked at the photo on his phone in distraction, which was a photo of Mo Yang Yang that he secretly took three years ago.

The person in the photo is smiling brightly, and there seems to be fireworks blooming under his eyes, so good-looking, bright, like the sun, like summer flowers.

"How is Mr. Fei alone? What about Boss Han? ”

Fei Nanluo quickly turned off his phone, and the screen went black.

He smiled politely: "She has gone back beforehand." ”

He Xinyue shook the wine glass in her hand and laughed: "Don't hide it from me, I saw it, she left with Mr. Xie!" ”

He Xinyue handed Fei Nanluo a glass of wine: "Mr. Fei likes Boss Han very much!" ”

Fei Nanluo didn't answer, and his delicate face was slightly cold: "I haven't gotten to the point where Miss He and I are familiar enough to talk about this!" ”