And she was not only abandoned by the man she loved, he also hurt her more than once.
Xuan Yu suddenly felt that he was not so miserable.
"Ai Ai, do you think killing Long Qianqian can relieve your anger?"
"No, no matter what Gu Yicheng does to me, I will take it back from Long Qianqian."
Hatred, sorrow, cruelty, and literary love are vividly performed.
"Now I'll give you a chance. Long Henyang is leaving W City. You'd better take advantage of this opportunity to take action."
Nanshan District Villa Study Room
The computer emits a blazing white light, shrouding the man in front of it with a solemn face and a deep frown.
A deep cold light burst out from his amber eyes, and he stared at the folder on the computer screen for a moment.
Inside is the information he stole from Gu Mingyuan, evidence that COSCO is suspected of smuggling and selling drugs, which he has kept in the computer in the study room, and no one else knows about it except him.
This time, he wants to throw out the evidence.
In the living room, Li Mengmeng was flipping through today's newspapers and said, "Mom, why is there no news about Brother Ayang and Sister Qianqian these days?"
Li Mengmeng grabbed the newspaper and scolded: "What you should care about is your grades this semester, not these gossips. If you come from the bottom to the bottom in the final exam, I will send you to full day care next year."
Her little mouth pursed, and she fell on the sofa with dissatisfaction. It happened every time. As long as she disobeyed, her mother would send her to day care and not let her go home.
Long Qianqian looked at the neat clothes in the closet with satisfaction, smiled and clapped her hands.
Finally sorting it out, she separated Long Henyang's clothes from her own clothes and put them in their own compartment so that they would not be messy.
She sat by the bed and looked at the time. It was half past ten. Long Henyang went into the study as soon as he returned to the villa and has not come out until now.
What secret does the study hold? He can stay in it all day.
She ran downstairs wearing pajamas printed with joy.
"Miss, you're still up so late, what are you doing here?"
Aunt Wu, who was getting ready to go to bed, asked strangely.
Long Qianqian rummaged through the refrigerator and asked, "Aunt Wu, is there any hot milk?"
The fifth aunt laughed and said: "Miss, what time is it now? The hot milk has become cold. Why do you suddenly think of drinking milk?"
She waved her hand and said: "Fifth Aunt, you go to bed, I can warm myself up."
Fifth Aunt shook her head and returned to her room.
Long Henyang hasn't been out all day and hasn't eaten anything, so he must be hungry.
She heated up the milk and was about to take it upstairs. When she turned around, she saw a small figure standing at the door, looking at her with suspicious eyes.
"Mengmeng, it's so unkind of you to come out so late and scare people."
Li Mengmeng stared at the confused but lovable woman in front of him. Why did this kind of thing look so familiar?
"Sister Qianqian, who do you want to give your milk to?"
Long Qianqian smiled and said: "Of course I drank it myself, who else could I give it to?"
"Brother Ayang is so pitiful. A man who never knows how to cook actually cooks for you, but you are reluctant to give him a glass of milk."
Cooking? When did Long Henyang cook? Or was it for her? Why didn’t she know?
"Mengmeng, are you mistaken? How could Long Henyang..."
Li Mengmeng pursed his lips. "I saw it with my own eyes, and Brother Ayang told me not to tell anyone. It was the time you were injured in the back."
The time you were injured? His smart eyes blinked, and he suddenly remembered the preserved egg and lean meat porridge that Long Henyang brought that morning. He said that it was cooked by his fifth aunt.