Marriage of a wealthy family: the cold-blooded president lightly teases

The eyes were covered by Shen Muyang's warm palms, but the other senses became more sensitive, and the whispers from all directions were clearly caught by the ears.

Ruan Xiya's body trembled more and more, and she bit her lower lip tightly.

She thought it was over long ago.

The wound she had been holding deeply was suddenly torn open in front of so many people, and the unhealed wound became bloody again, and she was so painful that it was difficult to breathe.

"Wait, have I seen this woman somewhere? Why does she look familiar?"

"When you say that, I also feel a little familiar..."

"I seem to remember... the female companion I just brought, isn't it... a bit similar!?"

"Yes, yes, it is indeed very similar, very similar!"

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Someone in the crowd suddenly asked a question, and many people responded immediately.

The small voice floated into Ruan Xiya's ears clearly. It was obviously a very soft and small voice, but it was like a thunderbolt. She could hardly hear anything due to the roar.

There was darkness in front of her eyes, and a blank in her mind. She seemed to be excluded from this world, froze in place in panic and helplessness.

Although she already knew that the underground club was He Jingyuan's property, she never doubted that person!
She never suspected that the man was involved the night she was auctioned off at the underground club.

Even though the timing of He Jingyuan's appearance that night was too coincidental, she never doubted it.

It's not that she trusts He Jingyuan too much, but that she can't bear to...can't bear to have such a fragile love, can't bear to...the love that she once fell in love with.

However, the reality was like a huge palm, which brutally knocked her to the ground and ravaged her heart wantonly.

Don't think about who took this photo, and don't think about whether He Jingyuan has plotted against her that night.

Ruan Xiya's face turned cold, she moved her stiff hands, and one by one opened Shen Muyang's palms covering her eyes.

Regardless of the expression on Shen Muyang's face, she stiffened her neck and turned her head to look for the female companion brought by He Jingyuan in the venue.

With just a quick glance, she saw a woman with a pale face and all kinds of eyes focused on her body.

She saw the woman biting her lips tightly with her white teeth, panicking and trying to get into He Jingyuan's arms.

She saw that the woman's bright eyes were filled with tears, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

She heard the woman calling out in tears: "Jing Yuan...Jing Yuan..."

But he didn't say another word.

Not far away, the sad and desperate woman, the cold-faced, cruel and cruel man, and the surrounding people who either despise or ridicule are like a farce.

Ruan Xiya watched from a distance, her heart was so empty and so numb that she couldn't feel anything.

As if he didn't expect the photo to cause such a big commotion, the host opened his mouth with a smile.

"It seems that everyone is very enthusiastic about this photo. To be honest, when I saw this photo at the beginning, I was worried that such a work that is not a master photographer, and the characters are not particularly famous works will not Will be the last to pass..."

Numbly watching the host's mouth opening and closing, Ruan Xiya's eyes were a little empty.

It wasn't until the host stopped talking and didn't speak again that her eyes moved slightly.