"It was the last "SS" fashion charity party, I heard that I met Mrs. Qian, I was beaten, and my face seemed to be spent. However, the injury is not serious, Qi Luoxia seems to have found a lawyer to sue Mrs. Qian, and some of them are good-looking. ”

In the past two days, Luo Xingchen has been running to the hospital, and she has not cared about these things.

Now that I've listened to it, I'm in a good mood, "Song Ke'er definitely doesn't want this matter to make a big fuss, and it will definitely be over in the end." ”

Luo Xingchen returned to his bedroom and put on light makeup in front of the vanity mirror.

At this time, her mobile phone rang, and when she picked it up, she saw that it was Jin Zexuan.

Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat, and she looked in the direction of the living room in a panic.

"Hey! Hello, Mr. Jin. Her voice was not high, a bit deliberately low.

"Miss Luo, I think you must know that I filed for divorce with my wife." Over there, Jin Zexuan said slowly.

Luo Xingchen was silent and bit his lip.

"Zeming definitely didn't come to you for the past two days, because he went to the United States with her fiancée. Miss Luo, I don't know what to say before you believe me, I ......"

"Mr. Jin, I still have something to do, I won't tell you yet, I'll hang up." Luo Xingchen seemed to be afraid that he would continue, his expression was flustered, and his face turned pale.

There was no chance, and when she wanted to take that step towards Jin Zeming by herself, she lost all the opportunities to choose.

"Wait, Miss Luo, you may not know how powerful Fang Yunyun's backstage is. Leaving Jin Zeming, I don't want you to be hurt because of him. When the time comes, your identity will be very embarrassing, and you will even find that no one will sympathize with you, because in their eyes you are just Zeming's mistress, and Fang Yunyun is his fiancée. ”

The two words mistress in Jin Zexuan's mouth deeply pierced Luo Xingchen's heart.

Just now, Lin Shiyun was still excitedly telling Song Ke'er's tragic situation, which made Luo Xingchen already think of himself.

Little three, mistress, an identity that no normal woman would like.

"Mr. Jin, thank you!" She hung up the phone with a tingling in her heart.

Putting down the phone, she looked up at the face in the mirror, with delicate facial features on her fair face and pointed chin.

The light makeup highlights the contours of her facial features, and also adds a bit of charm and femininity to her.

Jin Zeming!

She silently called out the name, and her heart was mixed.

I didn't see anyone for two days, it turned out that he accompanied his fiancée to the United States, damn man, didn't he know that such a move would make her look embarrassed and ridiculous?

She remembered that there was a media tycoon last year, and an affair broke out with two women at the same time.

Then the real fiancée also came out, and the emotional farce of one man and three women almost dominated the headlines of major media during that time, like a prime-time soap opera.

She no longer has self-esteem, and she doesn't want to fall to that point.

Frowning, the bad mood seemed to affect her body, and she only felt a churning in her stomach, nausea and panic.

"Ugh"

She covered her mouth and suppressed the urge to vomit.

This scene happened to be seen by Lin Shiyun, who walked to the door of the bedroom, and she immediately rushed in and asked with concern, "Sister Xingchen, what's wrong with you?" Feeling unwell? ”

Luo Xingchen shook his head, stood up without saying a word, and went to the bathroom.

Lifting the toilet lid, she leaned over and vomited almost all the contents of her stomach.