"However, since you are worried, I might as well tell you that if I had not donated my bone marrow to Dean Qian, you could have told Shi Jing the truth and then be with Shi Jing again."
Speaking of this, she paused, looked at Qian Qianqian with a sharp look, and said: "It's you, how can I trust you? After I donated my bone marrow to Dean Qian, you can promise not to follow the trend again."
Mirror together?"
Her eyes became very serious at this time, "Qian Qianqian, I am the one who is insecure now, not you. But now, we have to trust each other. You want the dean, and I want the mirror, so we can only
Trust each other, don’t you?”
Her words caused a sarcastic sneer to appear on Qian Qianqian's lips. He cast his cold eyes on Qin Moyu's successful smile and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, as long as you can save the dean, I promise not to talk to Shi Jing again."
If I have anything to do with it, I won’t be so despicable!”
The last sentence was a bit harsh, and even had the flavor of criticizing Sang and Huaihuai.
It's not that Qin Moyu didn't hear her scolding her, but she didn't take it seriously.
"Yes, I am despicable."
Qin Moyu did not deny it, "I said that if I want to win, I will do whatever it takes to win."
Her eyes suddenly looked at Qian Qianqian deeply, and she said, "You don't love him more than I do, do you?"
Her question was as sharp as a sharp knife, piercing Qian Qianqian's heart, accurate and cruel!
His eyes slowly turned to Qin Moyu's sharp and questioning eyes, and he was speechless for a moment.
Yes, Qin Moyu was right, compared to her, she didn't love Shi Jing at all.
She could selfishly exchange him for her own goals, but Qin Moyu could exchange his life for time. She was right, she really didn't love him enough.
She couldn't answer. Qin Moyu's question made her feel flustered and guilty.
At this moment, she knew deeply that she did not love him, she did not love him, so she selfishly exchanged him, and exchanged him without thinking.
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I don’t love him, really.
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She didn't know when Qin Moyu left her, he just left without any explanation.
She knew that what happened next was up to her. She had to leave, and she had to leave seamlessly. This was her mission and had nothing to do with Qin Moyu.
She suddenly laughed, her bitter smile full of irony. In this hot summer day, it was as cold as a blooming snow lotus, growing on an iceberg cliff, facing the biting cold wind, but could only move forward.
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With trembling hands, she took out the mobile phone that Shi Jing bought for her personally, but dialed another person's number, "Senior, help me."
She looked at the mobile phone in her hand, laughing and crying. The mobile phone he bought for her, she used it to cut off everything.
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A few days later, the headlines of major newspapers were filled with intimate photos of Qian Qianqian and Yan Junhang. From many angles, they looked like they were kissing passionately.
The appearance of such headlines undoubtedly caused a huge stir in W City.
Shi Jing's fiancée actually appeared in the newspapers with another man a few days before their engagement. It was reported that this man had just returned from abroad, the crown prince of the Yan Group and the new president of the Yan Group.