Winter in F City comes a little later than usual.

The wind is cold, and the trees are gloomy. Those sparse branches, hanging a little unmelted snow. The old house that has been eroded by the years is precarious in the cold winter.

Mu Shaoqiang stood outside the window, his eyes gloomy.

The slightly blessed body was tightly wrapped in a black down coat. The skin is copper-colored, and the appearance is elegant, but it can't hide the vicissitudes of life.

He had just called the woman he was haunted by, and the phone was turned off all the time. I haven't seen her for a few days, that coquettish woman, is she thinking differently and looking for a new love?

Thinking about it so far, Mu Shaoqiang's eyes are extremely ruthless.

At this time, his mobile phone ......

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