Hearing this, Jiang Weiwei's eyes froze and he let go of the hand holding her collar.
Yes, she will not notify.
She doesn't want to betray Xiang Yutian anymore...
"Look, you have been fascinated by Xiang Yutian's wealth. You want to be the mistress of this hell." Mu Yao said mockingly.
Hearing this, Jiang Weiwei couldn't help but look at her mockingly, "Xiang Yutian told me that late at night before, you were wearing a purple suspender deep V pajamas and deliberately pretended to meet him by chance... Haven't you always liked An Cheng? Why are you seducing him now?
Has it caused Xiang Yutian?"
Who wants to be the mistress of this hell?
Who is obsessed with wealth?
"I didn't!" Mu Yao immediately denied it, his face turning red.
"Do you know it yourself?" Jiang Weiwei said coldly, "If you want to stay, I will go alone and won't block your way. You can do whatever you want."
She would not be stupid enough to stay and let Mu Yao harm her.
Jiang Weiyi turned around and left.
"I've got the incense, but what do you want to do?" Mu Yao's voice sounded behind her, "It's the end of this month, and you will be engaged in eight days. When are you going to leave?"
"..."
Jiang Weiwei paused.
Already got it?
It's time to leave...
"Jiang Weiwei..."
"I've made my own preparations, so I don't need you to worry about it." Jiang Weiwei said coldly and walked forward.
"you--"
Mu Yao clutched his stomach that hurt from the beating and stomped on the lawn in anger.
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This night was thrilling.
The calm after the panic makes it impossible to truly calm down.
Jiang Weiwei came out of the bathroom and tied up his white silk pajamas.
This kind of silk was specially picked out by Xiang Yutian. It is thinner than before, and it feels like nothing when worn on the body, making it comfortable and comfortable.
He always took good care of her.
When she walked out of the bathroom, she heard the news coming from the TV in the room.
Xiang Yutian sat in front of a chair, with a sullen face, lowered his head, and picked out the broken crystal slag in his right hand with tweezers in his left hand, his feminine face not even frowning.
"Have you settled the matter?" Jiang Weiwei said.
Hearing her voice, Xiang Yutian turned to look at her. There was no emotion or anger on his face, and he responded in a low voice, "Yes."
Then, he continued to use tweezers to pick up the crystal slag.
His hands were blurred with blood, the wounds large and small were shocking, and he couldn't see where the crystal slag was.
Xiang Yutian directly picked up a bottle of disinfectant water on the white round table, sprinkled it on his whole hand to dilute the blood, and continued to pick out the dregs.
It was as if he couldn't feel the pain, as if the hand wasn't his.
Not even a sound.
The blood mixed with disinfectant dripped down and fell into the trash can.
Jiang Weiwei stood aside, the tip of his nose couldn't help but feel sore, and he couldn't help but asked, "You are seriously injured, go to the hospital for treatment."
Such a crystal dice Gu all hit his hand...
"Need not."
Xiang Yutian said in a deep voice, with no emotion in his voice, as if he was already accustomed to such pain.
Jiang Weiwei blinked his sour eyes, walked over, pulled up a chair and sat across from him...
She picked up disinfectant and sprinkled it on her hands, washing them.
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Weiwei took the tweezers from Xiang Yutian, held up his bloody right hand with one hand, and began to pick out the debris for him...