"I owe her too much...Han Yuxuan...what do you mean..." Wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, looking at Shen Xiyu in front of her, Xia Mengmen bit her lip slightly, her eyes slightly turned to Han Yuxuan behind her, her voice slightly He said tremblingly.
Han Yuxuan raised his head and looked at the two women who were about to start a war in front of him. He licked his slightly dry lips, "Xiaoyu, I have already told her...don't hurt her, let her go..." His voice was so of weakness.
This is not the Han Yuxuan I know!
Xia Mengmeng's eyes were filled with anger. She grabbed Han Yuxuan's collar and said, "Han Yuxuan! Stand up!" The originally playful and fair face slowly turned red from anger.
Han Yuxuan looked at Xia Meng with confused eyes. Her strength was unexpectedly strong. He seemed to really feel like standing up. He had never seen Xia Meng like this, nor had he ever thought about meeting her. It feels strange.
"The thing that really makes me feel strange is you... Xuan..." Xia Mengmen seemed to understand the confusion in Han Yuxuan's eyes. She used all her strength to hit Han Yuxuan's chest, "You are not someone I recognize. Han Yuxuan." Xia Mengmen took away the hand that was still warm on Han Yuxuan's chest. She was very cold, really cold, and her heart was already cold. She turned around, covering her eyes with the ends of her hair so that Shen Xiyu could not see. Despite her current expression, Shen Xiyu understood that she, Shen Xiyu, won this contest.
Xia Mengmen passed by Shen Xiyu, as if he didn't see her presence.
"Xuan and I have tickets for tomorrow, Xia Mengmeng, this may be the last time you see each other." Shen Xiyu took a breath, sneered, and said.
"Well..." Xia Mengmeng just responded lightly, that's it, it's best... everyone is well...
At this moment, she was stronger than she had ever been. Tears flowed back to her heart like sharp knives, piercing deeply into the root of her heart.
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The sky is so dark and colorless.
An Zhimo opened her eyes. She seemed to have had a long dream.
"Miss An, you're awake." Qi Luo's calm call came to my ears.
An Zhimo raised his eyes and was surprised by Qi Luo who came into view, "Qi Luo... how could you?!"
"After you were called out by Ye Zhuruo, I asked Tiansu to follow you, and sure enough something happened." Qi Luo shook the phone in his hand and smiled slightly, "After Tiansu called me, she took you back to Qingqing Home.”
An Zhimo looked around. It seemed that this was Xin Nuoqing's home. Her eyes narrowed slightly, "By the way, Lemon, how is Lemon?"
Qi Luo took a deep breath, with a hint of coldness in his eyes, "Miss Xia, she is in the living room. She said that she will never see Han Yuxuan again..."
An Zhimo took a breath and sat up, "What did you say?! What happened to Han Yuxuan! What happened!" Her first reaction was that Shen Xiyu hurt Han Yuxuan, and then Han Yu Xuan was killed.
Qi Luo is ashamed, what kind of weird thing is this...
"Han Yuxuan is fine. He is living a good life. He will fly to the United States on a plane at eight o'clock tomorrow morning." Qi Luo shrugged and said without concealing the truth.
"Fuck!" After a long moment of silence, An Zhimo said two words.
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"Damn! I'm so angry!" Qiao Anmeng tore off the jewelry on her neck and hands, regardless of whether they were valuable or not, and smashed them to the ground. Her face turned pale, "Xin Nuoqing, that bitch!"
Ye Zhuruo, who was sitting at the desk, raised her eyes slightly and glanced at Qiao Anmeng. She closed the newspaper in her hand and chuckled, "I told you a long time ago, Mengmeng, you are pretending to be cute. It no longer works for Ling Xihan."
Qiao Anmeng's eyes flashed with coldness, "What did you say?! Haha, that's right, you are such a woman that no one loves! Yu Anhen is here today, but he is worried about An Zhimo. If he knows that it was you who hurt him An Zhimo, I think you will be pitied by An Zhimo when the time comes!"