If Meng Jieran is like a madman, Wei Yian is the same. There is a factor of refusal to admit defeat in his blood. If he does not let others go, he will never let himself go.

Xie Qingning got out of the car and told Chen Ming not to pick it up at night. She hurried into the building with her bag. When she was young, she wanted to be a freelance worker, and her working hours and location were not controlled. Later, due to life, she had to do boring and tedious work and maintain a basic life. Only then did she realize that those were based on material foundations.

Her high heels were stepping on the shiny marble floor. The bright sunshine outside the building was not as bright as the bright lights in the hall. The floor-to-ceiling windows were clean and she accelerated and just caught up with the elevator. As soon as she entered, the elevator rang unexpectedly. She laughed and was embarrassed to have to come down to wait for the next elevator.

There were many people at the elevator door. She stood in the crowd and looked at the time on her phone. When the elevator opened, she took a step and just looked at the woman who came out. The first word she thought of was meeting on a narrow road, and the second word was turning a blind eye, but obviously some people were not willing to turn a blind eye and insisted on posting it.

"Xie Qingning, I really underestimate you. I came to find Jeran as soon as I came back, but unfortunately he was not here now." Wei Yian's face full of sarcasm and distorted face made her heart very heart. She shouted regardless of the occasion and didn't want any face. Why should she save face for her? Moreover, she was not a good person, let alone a white lotus. She fiddled with the red agate chain on her wrist and spoke absent-mindedly: "Is there only Meng Jieran in this world, or is there only such a man in your eyes?" Whether in the past or now, Wei Yian is not her opponent, and it is like this in her mouth and hands, so now she is completely unhappy for herself, but she has to admit that it is such a woman who once dug her corner, but she still digs without realizing it.

Speaking of Meng Jieran, she almost forgot that it was the fiancé of the miserable woman in front of her. I wonder if she had been promoted to a legal husband now. She looked at the time on her phone again: "Wei Yian, I am very busy now. If I have something to say, please make an appointment in advance."

There were many people at the elevator door, and their swords were drawn to each other, which attracted many people's attention. With curiosity or contempt, she blocked the front and the elevator closed the door again.

Xie Qingning wrapped her arms around her chest. Her height was already taller than her. In addition, she wore a pair of 10 cm high heels when she went out in the morning, which was even taller than her. She looked down on her embarrassed look and suddenly wanted to laugh. After laughing in her heart, she found a crack in her chest. The cold wind whizzed, and a trace of desolation climbed up to her heart. She glanced at the woman who was blocking her eyes, and turned around with her bag.

Some things are already clear, why the interview is so easy to pass, and the interviewer can't wait to hope that she will come to work as soon as possible, and sign a five-year labor contract. All of these are traps, tempting her to jump into it. At this moment, I was actually thanking Wei Yian. If it weren't for her words, she would have jumped into the trap.

Regardless of the sound of her chasing behind her, she walked quickly in her high heels, buried her head in her head, and soon left the building. It was sunny outside. She looked up and saw a little dazzling. She stopped a taxi before she caught up.

After getting in the car, she found that she didn't know where she was going. At this moment, she didn't want to go back to the military yard. The Xie family seemed to have no corner where she stayed. After thinking about it, she asked the driver to take her to the apartment she had lived in before.

The elevator was going upwards. She leaned against the wall with her eyes closed. The inner wall was cold and pressed against her scalp, counting numbers silently. She hadn't counted for a long time, but she had slowed down. Before she could count, the elevator had arrived.

Life is a play. We are all characters in the play. I don’t know when it will be your turn to play vigorously, and there is no preparation.

She curled her breathing path and walked around the man blocking her face to take out the key from her bag and opened the door lock. She inserted the key hole several times before she went out. She took a breath and just turned it on, her hand was grabbed by the man.

She didn't move, but frowned, frowned with a delicate brow, threw it away in anger, and then pushed open the door.

"Meng Jieran, let go." She glared at him angrily, and her body trembled uncontrollably when he bent down. At the moment when he met again for a long time, she found that she hated him more than she imagined. This hatred was immersed in her bones, and she wanted to never talk to each other. She stared at his eyes that were gradually turning, and suddenly squirted about the sarcastic smile that was scattered in her ears, "Meng Jieran, don't tell me that you came today to recall the past. I don't have this free time. If you have more time, please go downstairs and turn left at an intersection, where someone will recall the past with you."

Meng Jieran also smiled, pulled the corners of his mouth open, and supported one hand beside her shoulder to cover her within reach. The other hand was hanging on her side and clenched into a fist. After the baptism of time, the woman with sharp teeth and sharp mouth became brighter and dazzling. Her appearance grew and her hair grew longer. However, the words spit out by the stubborn little mouth were cold to the bone, and each sentence was pierced in his heart. He understood her. The more she did this, the more she cared, and he didn't have a chance.

"Meng Jieran, don't touch me, it will make me feel dirty." She roared out in a hurry, her voice was hoarse, Meng Jieran's hand stayed in the air, her squinting eyes changed drastically, and the hand hanging in the air was clenched tightly. She thought he was angry and wanted to hit her, so she stubbornly raised her head to meet her, but his punch hit the wall beside her, ripping a gust of wind in her ear, and a few strands of hair were brushing on her face, which showed how great his speed and strength were. In this second, she actually missed Mu Lianghe shamefully.

"Qing Ning, don't try to anger me, it will not do you well."

Meng Jieran wanted to cover her side face and pursued her hand, and she retracted her hang down on her side. Ruying's eyes stared at her for a minute and a second, not letting go of any emotion on her face. Her voice was low: "Qingning, no matter how you say it, you will welcome you back, although you have been away for a while."

She said nothing, and did not look at his face. She was afraid that the memories of the past would come like a tide. She was not a coward. When she met him, she would tear her scars open again, bloody and bloody, reminding her of her stupid past at all times. The person in front of her built a castle for her, holding her high, and finally she threw her down hard, then stepped on her face and asked, "Who brought you up."

"Meng Jieran, we have passed. Your appearance will make me think that you have not yet fallen in love with me, which makes me feel so embarrassing." After calming down her messy thoughts, she tried to raise her smile and joke indifferently, and reached out to poke the position of his heart: "You have too many things here, and I really can't let go of my large size. I won't blame you for squeezing me out of it. Who told me that I didn't lose weight at the beginning?"

She smiled playfully, her shiny appearance was more dazzling than before, attracting her sight. Her red lips moved and closed in front of her eyes, and the exhaled heat sprayed on his chin. Some parts of her body were restless, but she could only watch her close the door quickly, and her lower abdomen was in pain. It can be seen that her thrust was definitely not soft-hearted just now.

She leaned against the door and gasped. The move just now was forced. She clearly saw the desire and hope in Meng Jieran's eyes. It was a man's desire for a woman. When they were in love, he would sometimes hold on to her, but she never forced her. But Meng Jieran is different now than three years ago. She couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't be crazy.

Sliding down the door and listening to the sound outside the door. At first, there was still some quietness. She sat on the ground and opened her bag, shaking her hands and peeled a candy from it and stuffed it into her mouth. The sweet smell spread in her mouth, and the smell of milk was everywhere between her lips and tongue. She liked to eat candy, and the problem she developed when she was a child has not been changed yet, but she felt that it was getting worse and worse.

The floor was cold. She looked up at the ceiling for a long time before getting up. She kept in the same position for a long time, and her blood was not circulating and her feet were so numb that she lame her legs onto the sofa and lay flat on it with her pillow.

There was a dazzling chandelier on the ceiling of the apartment. She used to ask her mother curiously why there was one missing in the five corners. She smiled and never gave her an answer. Now she probably understood it, but she felt it was too pretentious. This was not her usual style.

His hand slid to his knees, and it still hurt slightly. The attack just now was actually unsuccessful. If he hadn't lowered his defense against her, how could she succeed with her skills? All her routines were taught by him.

The three words Meng Jiran were once unshakable in her life, but eventually turned into a well-known joke. Love is really an unreliable thing. She reached out to cover her eyes and covered the light above her head.

It was already evening when Xie Qingning returned to the military yard. The weather forecast said there were thunderstorms today and it was not falling during the day. Now it seemed that it was about to fall. The sky was dark, and the clouds in the west turned into dark clouds in a short time. They rolled at the end of the west, like a roaring black dragon. The guards saluted her. She said hello and accelerated her steps and walked inside. As soon as she entered the yard, the raindrops as big as broad beans fell. She immediately ran up the steps in her high heels. Only a few drops of rain dripped on her body. The raindrops fainted on her clothes, and it was a splash of water.

"Oh, madam, you finally come back. We just thought that it was raining outside. You didn't bring an umbrella, so you might be wet in the rain." Mrs. Wu had a simple and enthusiastic smell on her body. She always had a good impression of her. She patted her clothes that had been dripping rain and followed her into the room. She happened to see Mu Lianghe sitting on the single sofa in the living room with a teacup.

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