There are bright stars in your eyes

Chapter 311 Suspicions (12)

Wu Shanshan glanced at him, then pushed Mu Shaolei's body with his hands, "I'm very sleepy, please let me sleep for a while."

Mu Shaolei turned her small face straight, and said firmly, "No! You answer my question first!"

Wu Shanshan closed her eyes tightly, and answered him vaguely, because she was too sleepy, she spoke intermittently.

"Of course Wang Yiru is handsome...you are almost thirty...he is only 24 years old, much younger than you..."

"He will grow old too!" Mu Shaolei roared angrily.

"But he...he will always be younger than you and me..." Wu Shanshan murmured.

Mu Shaolei's eyes turned red with anger, and his eyes became fierce, "You have identified him, right? Do you still want to marry him?"

This time, Wu Shanshan didn't speak directly.It was her heavy breathing that answered him.

It turned out that she had already fallen into a drowsy sleep.

Mu Shaolei's face was livid with anger, his chest heaved violently, and his breathing became short of breath.

He rudely tore off Wu Shanshan's veil, and then took off her short skirt, shouting, "In this life, you can only wear it for weddings! And you can only wear it for me to see!"
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He Ziqian brought his suit jacket and drove directly to Zhao Wanqing's apartment.

He opened the door with the key and saw her curled up on the bed like a kitten.

He walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked down at her.

Zhao Wanqing didn't fall asleep, she opened her eyes when she heard the movement, and met his eyes.

He Ziqian stretched his hands to her face, hung the broken hair on both sides of her cheeks behind her ears, and gently swayed her small face with the balls of his fingers.

"Did you drink too much? Is there any discomfort in your stomach?"

Zhao Wanqing thought of the woman in the red cheongsam leaning against him in the private room, touching his chest with her hands, and felt sick.

She pushed his arm away coldly and said to him, "Don't touch me!"

He Ziqian's eyes darkened, and his face became displeased, "What are you doing in Qingcheng today? Did you go alone?"

Zhao Wanqing stared at him with a cold gaze.

"Don't worry about it!" She turned over and turned her back to him, never looking at his face again.

When she turned around, something on her chest pricked her skin, and she obviously felt a little pain.

Reaching out to touch it, she realized that the hard thing was a brooch given to her by He Ziqian.

When she was in Qingcheng just now, she thought about returning it to him, and it happened that he was here now, so she didn't need to make another trip.

She unbuttoned her coat indiscriminately, ripped off the brooch roughly, and threw it beside him, "Return this brooch to you! I don't want it anymore!"

He Ziqian frowned, opened his thin lips and said, "Now it belongs to you."

Zhao Wanqing growled at him angrily, "Give it to whoever you like! Anyway, I don't want it!"

He Ziqian held it in his hand, lowered his deep eyes and looked carefully, "Besides giving it to you, who else should I give it to?"

Zhao Wanqing sneered, and looked at him ironically, "There are so many women out there, how could there be no one to give it to you? If there is no one to give it to you, I will give it to the girl who is wearing a cheongsam and touching your chest today. She will serve you It’s so comfortable, you should thank him!”

He Ziqian's face suddenly turned livid, he clenched the brooch tightly, stood up and was about to leave.

But at the moment when the door was closed, I remembered something, stopped walking, and shouted at her, "If you go to Qingcheng in the future, I will think you want a man, and if you find out, I will fuck you once, and you will not be able to get out of bed again! "

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