Volume 1: Text_Chapter 824 I've never been with you

This is a necessary homework for him to send Mu Qiaozi home every day, and he has developed a very natural habit.

If you don't see the girl you love with your heart, walk into the house safely.

Han Yi will not leave......

After returning home, Mu Qiaozi went to the bathroom to take a hot bath.

Then he lay down on the bed, silently thinking about his thoughts.

On her phone, there were several missed calls.

It's all the scum she hates the most - Zong Yue called over.

In recent years, in order to prevent some unnecessary harassment, Mu Qiaozi has also changed her mobile phone number.

However, her status as the daughter of the Mu family is so prominent.

In addition, she and Zong Yue are both in the entertainment industry.

As long as Zong Yue has a heart, he can still find her.

Mu Qiaozi didn't want to pay attention to Zong Yue, but something had already happened.

No matter how much she repents and angers, it is irreparable.

This kind of self-deception and evasion is not a long-term solution after all.

Sooner or later, she still has to face Zong Yue.

Let's talk about everything......

Mu Qiaozi was thinking about it in a daze, and the phone she randomly placed next to the bed rang again.

Still, it was Zong Yue's ghostly scum who came over.

Mu Qiaozi took a deep breath, picked up her mobile phone and opened the answer button, and fed him coldly, waiting for him to speak.

"Qiaozi, you're finally willing to answer my call." Zong Yue on the other end of the phone was ecstatic, and said softly in his well-trained magnetic voice: "I miss you so much, when are you free?" Come out and let's meet. ”

"See you! I'm never available! Mu Qiaozi frowned in disgust, and her voice was as cold as ice: "Zong Yue, I have already made it clear to you!" Please don't bother me anymore! ”

Zong Yue was afraid that she would not agree with her and hung up the phone, so he said eagerly and enthusiastically: "Qiaozi, I really miss you!" In the past few years, I have not had a good time with any girls except for work contact. Ever since we were together, I've only had you in my heart......"

"Zong Yue! Shut up! Mu Qiaozi interrupted him sharply, his face turned white with anger, and his voice was raised sharply: "I've never been with you!" Do you not understand Chinese? Don't look for me again! I don't want to see you either! I don't want to hear from you! You'd better get out of here! Completely disappeared from my eyes! ”

Her merciless words made Zong Yue's strong enthusiasm cold.

He gritted his teeth unwillingly, and his tone became cold: "Qiaozi, it's not interesting for you to say this." As the saying goes, a husband and wife for one night have a hundred days. We've slept and we've slept and we've been better. You can't kick me away just because you have another man. ”

Mu Qiaozi tried hard to resist the urge to scold, and said indifferently and clearly: "Zong Yue, what happened at the beginning, we both know each other in our hearts. If you're still a man, put aside all the dirty things you've done, and never talk about them again. Perhaps, I don't think you're so shameless. The way you are now only makes me disgusting to you even more. ”

"Qiaozi, I just ask you, do you want to come out and meet me?" Zong Yue ignored Mu Qiaozi's angry condemnation, and said emphatically: "I have pushed off several important work arrangements, postponed the filming plan of a new drama, and made a special trip to Linghai to find you." ”

"I won't meet you! Zong Yue, I repeat to you again, I never want to see you! This is the last time I'll answer your call, and I hope you're doing well! Mu Qiaozi finished this sentence word by word and hung up the phone fiercely.

After putting down the phone, she blocked her chest with anger, and even her fingers were shaking.

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She would have picked up the knife and killed him with her own hands.

At this time, a clear prompt sound came from her mobile phone.

It's WeChat, with new news.

Mu Qiaozi picked up the phone and clicked on it, only glanced at it, and the blood rushed to the top of her head.

WeChat's latest dialog box shows several beautiful pictures.

It was a few years ago that she learned that Han Yi had a girlfriend.

A man ran to the bar in pain to drink, drunk to the point of being a mess.

Then, he was taken by Zong Yue to his apartment in Yindu Garden and spent that night in bed.

In the photo, her face, expression, body, and the most secret parts of her body can all be seen clearly.

The scale is staggering, and it is completely unsightly.

As long as anyone sees these photos, no one will be mistaken.

At the beginning, after the incident that made her regret it.

Mu Qiaozi's WeChat pulled Zong Yue into the blacklist.

Although later, Zong Yue wanted to add her friend again many times.

She just didn't see it, and she never passed.

The news was sent today by the WeChat account of a staff member in the previous crew.

Working together at the time, she added it casually.

Usually, the two hardly communicate at all.

Could it be that this WeChat account is actually being used by Zong Yue?

The picture only showed on the screen for about a minute, and then the people on the other side quickly retreated.

Even though it was early summer, the room was at a moderate temperature, comfortable and welcoming.

But Mu Qiaozi's body and limbs were cold.

A heart, as if falling straight into the abyss where there is no light in sight, is dark and cold.

She forcibly suppressed the anger in her heart and wanted to execute Zong Yue Lingchi, and coldly said: What do you want to do?

Zong Yue quickly came back: Qiaozi, I'm just because I love you. I haven't shown these photos to anyone. Let's meet and talk in person.

Mu Qiaozi clenched her teeth and was silent for a moment, and gave him a word back to the past: Okay.

Yes, this disgusting entanglement between her and Zong Yue.

Sooner or later, it will have to be completely solved and a complete decision will be made.

She couldn't, forever, like an ostrich with its head buried in the sand, not to face it.