That laughter was like a knife piercing his heart. Long Qianqian, the daughter of a mistress, was not qualified to have happiness.
"Ray, is she going to compete in the dance competition next Monday?"
The answer from the thunder machine in the driver's seat: "Yes!"
Filled with jealousy and hatred, he wanted to destroy her and all her good things.
"Qianqian, I will destroy everything you have, including your dreams."
Long Qianqian's dream is very simple, that is, she hopes that her dance can be recognized by the audience.
So she prepared for this competition very carefully.
Long Yingtian sat in the car with his eyes slightly closed. He came to the United States a few years ago, and when he reunited with Yi Jing over wine, she was no longer the same person as before. He asked for her forgiveness, but she said with sadness that she could not go back.
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Twenty years, how many twenty years does a person have?
The first time he met Yi Jing was at her engagement party. He was invited to attend. Under the shining spotlight, she arrived belatedly.
Wearing a green dress, she wrapped her tall and well-proportioned body, her long curly hair was draped casually, and her beautiful little face was filled with happiness, making her look even more stunning and incomparably beautiful.
Her frown and smile touched his heart, and Long Yingtian heard his heart beating like thunder.
He told himself that she was his brother's woman and could not have other ideas.
However, as time passed, the underlying inner desire became stronger. As soon as she closed her eyes, what appeared in her mind was her charming smile when she looked back.
At that time, he was already married. For the sake of his career, he accepted a family marriage and married Long Henyang's mother, Li Wanyu.
He finally met the woman who made his heart beat, but he couldn't let go of her pursuit.
Sometimes it's like this, when you meet the right person at the wrong time, the relationship lasts so long and wonderfully. The more you want to forget, the clearer you remember it.
He really wanted to forget Chen Yijing, but he couldn't forget it, so he slowly sank in the whirlpool of desire until he took her by force.
He knew that Chen Yijing did not love him, but in the end she did not choose to return to that man, but left with a broken heart.
Memories are always like this, happy and painful.
When they met twenty years later, she was still the same person and had the same heart, but she lacked the impulsiveness of her youth. She said she no longer hated him.
The past is just a wisp of smoke, if you can't hold on to it, just let it go. Why bother struggling with it? If her leaving can avoid everyone's harm, she will have no regrets.
Long Yingtian was relieved as he had never felt before, it turned out that he did not love the wrong person, she was kind, kind enough to hurt herself to help others.
Immersed in the memories, two lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes. Long Yingtian felt that he was really old.
"Old man, there is a car following us."
The report from his subordinates made Long Yingtian alert, and he opened his eyes suddenly.
"Get rid of it."
The old man was in a bad mood, and his tone was naturally also bad.
The car drove all the way up the winding mountain road, and the car behind it continued to follow, speeding up a lot, with the goal of intercepting Long Yingtian's car.
"Old man," the man in a suit looked at Long Yingtian worriedly.
Long Yingtian felt that it was almost time to take action. "Change lanes, accelerate, and hit."
The people behind realized their intention and accelerated towards Long Yingtian's car.
As a result, two valuable cars collided. Long Yingtian got out of the car and found two murderous men standing in front of him.
"Which road are you two from? Long wants to know clearly."
The two killers looked at each other and rushed forward without saying a word, but were blocked by Long Yingtian's bodyguards.
Long Yingtian half-squinted his eyes, looking at the two of them as if they were specifically here to assassinate him.
The bodyguard was no match for a professional killer. After a few rounds, he fell straight to the ground. Long Yingtian intuitively put his hand into his clothes. Before he took out the gun, he was shot in the abdomen. A whirlwind caressed him.