Xiahou Qiyang glared at Li Jiao standing aside with hatred and said angrily.
"Aha, haha..."
Qiao Zimo wiped his nose with a wry smile, and sneered in the voice of just the two of them: "Fool, Xin'er is by Su Qingyang's side now. She is Su Qingyang's person. You are not worth making such a sacrifice for her.
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After Qiao Zimo finished speaking, he walked straight out without waiting for Xiahou Qiyang to speak...
"This...this is impossible..."
Xiahou Qiyang turned around suddenly and shouted loudly in the direction where Qiao Zimo left.
Qiao Zimo stood up and smiled coquettishly in front of everyone, as if he were a living devil. He gently opened his lips and sent all the happiness of Xiahou Qiyang into the eighteenth level of hell...
"It's up to you whether you believe it or not. Anyway, I believe it...!! Ahaha, hahaha..."
Qiao Zimo laughed and turned around, but the corners of his eyes couldn't help but get slightly wet...
How much he wanted to be like Xiahou Qiyang, believing that none of this was true...
But he heard it really clearly. That was what his sister said to him personally. No, it should be said that it was Chu Yiyi who said it to him personally...
He went to ask his father, and his father told him that Chu Yiyi was indeed not his sister. His sister died abroad a long time ago...
It turns out that what Chu Yiyi said was all true, so why couldn't it be true when she said that she was Su Qingyang's person?...
"Qiao Zimo, you bastard, if you keep talking nonsense, I, I, I will kill you!!!"
Xiahou Qiyang suddenly pushed away the noisy crowd frantically, rushed straight behind Qiao Zimo, and knocked him down from behind...
Qiao Zimo didn't fight back, and just let him put him down on the ground, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes, and kept laughing, and kept laughing, until his face burst into tears...
"Quickly tell me, this is all fake, it's all fake!!!"
Xiahou Qiyang pinched Qiao Zimo's neck excitedly, suppressed his blush, and roared...
The spotlight was on again.
"Stop filming, everyone, stop filming..."
Mo Zixiao, who was above the high hall, finally couldn't sit still anymore. Her face, where the traces of age could already be seen, was filled with sadness, and even more of pain...
"Let's go, you all go!!!"
There was a heavy voice, not angry but powerful, everyone looked at each other, and finally left one after another...
"Don't leave, don't leave, my wedding hasn't even been held yet..."
Li Jiao tried her best to stop those people, but those people thought she was invisible and passed her by one after another...