"You're all the same, all the same!"

Mingsheng roared hoarsely, holding his wet face weakly, crying profusely.

A series of fierce physical struggles exhausted her last strength.

Fu Xizhou pressed her into his arms in distress, let her cry for other men recklessly, and finally hugged her horizontally, and got on the black Bentley that was already waiting aside.

Mingsheng was drunk and weak, and was placed on his knees in a daze, leaning obediently on his chest.

She was still crying and sobbing, no different from an aggrieved child.

His chest is too warm and wide, and there is a nice smell of citrus, mixed with the refreshing soapy smell of the afternoon sun, it is hard not to indulge in this long-lost sense of security.

If Mingsheng is sober, he will definitely be rational and leave his ex-boyfriend's thigh without the slightest hesitation.

However, she is now drunk and dizzy, and all the principles of sobriety have been forgotten.

The memory of many years ago returned, and her cheek quickly found the most comfortable muscle in Fu Xizhou's chest, and she lay down on it, snorting and sleeping.

There were even undried tears under the eyes.

Fu Xizhou put his hands around her waist and looked down greedily at her sleeping face.

Finally, I was attracted by the tears on her smooth face.

His eyes were heavy, and he twitched the tip of his index finger on the tear, and tasted it in a daze.

It's salty, with a slight astringency.

His eyes couldn't help but cast his eyes on the bustling night outside the window.

When she was at the airport, was she so heartbroken and her face was full of tears?

Did she call him a useless bastard in her heart?

The long hours of watchfulness and uninvited entanglement for days finally exchanged for a short period of solitude and hugging each other at this moment.

Even if the time was short enough for her to wake up at any time, Fu Xizhou still thought that this was the most timely comfort for him.

With this memory, he was able to hold on.

"Old Song, drive slowly." He instructed the driver, "Take a walk around the city." ”

"Yes, Mr. Fu."

The driver slowed down, shuttled at a constant speed in the evening breeze, stopped and stopped, and finally drove steadily onto the ring road.

Mingsheng slept very deeply this night.

It felt like a foot in a flowing dune, and the force that dragged her down was so strong that she fell asleep all night until she was awakened by the sun the next day.

A slight headache from a hangover came unexpectedly.

She sat up with her head covered, and opened her eyes for a moment before realizing that something was wrong.

This is not Qiao Yu's house.

Looking around, the environment was completely unfamiliar, but the huge room had an inexplicable familiar atmosphere.

The dog pillow on the sofa, the poppies she likes to keep on the table, and even the few L books on the bedside table that she has flipped through.

It's not Twilight, but there's a shadow of Twilight everywhere.

After Mingsheng was shocked, his first reaction was to look down at his body.

It's still the same as last night, but fortunately I didn't drink and vomit, and the situation is not too bad.

Best of all, there is no other unusual feeling.

Mingsheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

So she just slept one night on his turf.

She went to the bathroom to take a shower, and after washing, she was much more refreshed, and then quietly pushed open the bedroom door.

The living room with 180-degree floor-to-ceiling windows is empty, and no one else is there.

Mingsheng stood in the middle of the living room, indifferent to his current residence, but attracted by a large patch of sunlight.

She stepped into the golden sunlight that poured into the living room, pushed open the glass doors, and stepped onto the open and elegant terrace.

The open-air area is extraordinarily large, with a direct view of the naturally undulating city skyline.

Downstairs is full of traffic, standing on this terrace, but you can't hear the hustle and bustle of the city, only the quiet.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, the breeze in her arms, and she only felt that her mood was open.

When you open your eyes again, the sky is vast and the morning glow is magnificent, and if you have another cup of coffee, the day will start perfectly.

She sighed.

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sp; That year, he just casually said that he wanted a house with a big terrace, but he didn't expect to remember that he really bought a big house with a sun terrace.

[The coffee is brewed, the breakfast is on the table, and when it is cold, it heats itself up. Someone will come and deliver the clothes later. There will be a meeting in the morning and a meeting in the afternoon. 】

"Who's going to see you in the afternoon. ()”

Mingsheng pinched the paper and put it on the table in disgust.

I wanted to draw a line with him, and I was going to leave, but I smelled the strong aroma of coffee, covered my flat stomach, and changed my mind.

Why bother with food.

She finished a fairly good breakfast in the dining room, which was comparable to Qiao Yu's living room.

Two poached eggs, seven shrimp dumplings, a purple sweet potato, and more than a dozen blueberries.

The amount of breakfast was just right, and the plating was also put into it, Mingsheng swept away his appetite, washed the dishes, and didn't wait for anyone to send clothes, so he took the first step.

Her colleagues are all human spirits, so it is naturally not good to appear in yesterday's old clothes, so she first went back to Qiao Yu's house, put on delicate light makeup, and then went to work in the art museum in good spirits.

Yesterday was such a big battle, and today's atmosphere is different from the past.

Mily dressed sexy, she flirted with Pierre in front of everyone, and almost said, "Someone's up there?" ()? [()]"Come []$ to see the latest chapter$ full chapter" ()" written on the face.

And she spent the night forming a gang, and some people were already optimistic about her and teamed up in advance.

After all, who doesn't know that Mingsheng has no background, single-handedly roaming Paris, climbing up from the bottom of the company, and the biggest backer is Rashida.

These Mingsheng are all in their eyes.

She still works as usual, but Mily is no longer so obedient and obedient, and she starts to disagree.

Mingsheng endured one problem after another in his work, and solved them one by one by himself.

As a result, the work is moving very slowly.

A local courier delivered to her desk.

The sender is Lin Song.

Two minutes later, the five-carat diamond ring that had been on her hand for many days came into view.

Ming Sheng sat for a long time.

It wasn't until the sun was setting and the twilight was streaked across her desk that her stiff body finally moved.

Expressionless, she raised her hand, took off the ring, looked at it for a moment, and finally slipped it into her right ring finger.

She didn't leave, and the black Bentley parked in the parking space remained where it was.

Mingsheng picked up his briefcase and decided to leave.

I met a colleague who worked overtime and didn't leave, so I went to the elevator together.

The elevator didn't come, Mingsheng and his colleagues chatted about work until the elevator "ding" sounded and the elevator door opened.

Inside the elevator.

A long-legged man stood on one side, saw the two ladies, and gave way very gentlemanly.

"Hi, Mr. Fu."

The young female colleague greeted him obediently, working here during this time, who didn't know that the young and handsome billionaire was working on the top floor, at first everyone thought that he was coming to the museum every day to accompany Lisa, but Lisa didn't come these days, he still appeared every day, and everyone understood that he was always here to find a clean office.

Mingsheng accompanied his female colleague into the elevator, his chin drooped, and he still couldn't pretend to be familiar.

A strand of broken hair fell down, obscuring the view.

She raised her right hand and stroked the strand of hair behind her ear by habit.

The large diamond ring sliced through the pupils of a person's eyes with the movement of her hand.

It also broke people's hearts.

The elevator doors are mirrored.

Mingsheng lifted his eyelids and met the sight of the man on the door.

The man stared at the lost diamond ring in her hand, and his originally calm face suddenly became distorted and gloomy.

She looked away, pretending not to see the anger in his eyes.

The elevator "ding" again.

When she lifted her foot and left the elevator, a palm suddenly reached out behind her and pulled her back to the car.

Fast enough for a colleague to react to what had happened, the elevator door was already closed!

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