For this sound, Chi Yan stood in the courtyard for a long time. He said I love you, and finally hung up the phone reluctantly.

As soon as he turned around, his eyes did not rise, and he said lightly: "Miss Song." ”

It's not a ripe twist that turns people away.

She wasn't angry at this face.

Chi Yan is the best-looking person Song Qingru has ever seen.

Song Qingru had an infallible smile on her face, brushed the long hair around her ears, her makeup was not thick, she was too exquisite, and her eyes were flattering: "Is Mr. Chi talking to his girlfriend on the phone?" She privately wanted to hear denial.

"She's my fiancée." After the man finished speaking, he staggered and walked away, the distance was properly held, and he didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, she came to Chi's house with her father at the invitation, it was originally a major event between men, and it was not her turn to be a woman, but thinking in her heart that this person had been for several years, and it was really unwilling not to come to see her.

Hearing this answer, the last trace of greed became delusional.

The main hall in the front yard was full of people, so she didn't go back, and stood where he was standing, facing a viewing pavilion.

She is one year older than Chi Yan, at that time, her father had a good relationship with the head of the Chi family who had not yet stepped down, and her father loved her, so he would take her with him wherever he went.

It was in that viewing pavilion that she saw seventeen-year-old Chi Yan.

The young man's bones have not fully grown, his facial features are thick but not demonic, his eyes are outstanding and good-looking, he is seductive and soulless, he doesn't like to talk, and he is always depressed and indifferent when he looks at people.

According to his family background, others are squandering and chic, driving luxury cars and shopping clubs. And he is the opposite.

When Song Qingru saw him, he didn't know that he was the fourth child of the Chi family, and he was the only one in the viewing pavilion, and on the stone table, there were pistols scattered with various parts.

An hourglass was placed next to him to count the time, and the young man's eyes were covered with black cloth, and his hands were assembled in an orderly manner.

In the sun, the hand was beautiful, white and clear.

She didn't dare to say anything, not knowing if she was attracted to him or the weapon in his hand.

Until the boy assembled, loaded, turned his head, raised the bull's-eye outside the pavilion, pulled the trigger, and hit the bull's-eye.

She sat down on the ground and realized it was a real gun.

"Who?" When the young man heard the voice, he tore off the black cloth and looked at it with a terrible expression.

It was a 10,000-year-old heartbeat.

Even after many years, the first meeting that day has always been engraved in her heart.

It's a pity that things are wrong, I'm afraid he has long forgotten it, and he also has someone to worry about in his heart.

"Miss Song, it's cold outside, beware of the cold, it's warm inside." The servants of the Chi family came to call her.

Song Qingru looked away: "Okay." ”

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"Miss Rong?"

In the underground parking lot, Rong Qi had just opened the car door when someone called her behind her.

Hearing this voice, she turned around unhurriedly, Wen Yue took off her sunglasses, put on heavy makeup, flaming red lips, dressed very ceremoniously, in the cold and snowy weather, and also wore a high-set slit long skirt, only wearing high heels could make her look at Rong Qi's level.

In such a comparison, Rong Qi is really better than her in everything, and after getting this cognition, she is a little more unwilling in her heart.

Compared with her well-dressed, Rong Qi is a little plain, with a dark cyan loose sweater and black cropped pencil pants, simple Martin boots on her feet, her face is just outlined with light makeup, her eyes are curved, so plain that she doesn't even have eye makeup, and her natural curls are scattered.