Jiang Weiwei was stunned for a moment and then said, "It's my bell that's ringing."
"Bells?" He lost himself in thought and smiled softly, "It sounds very good. I have never heard it before."
A man who has never heard the sound of a bell.
She touched the bell with her fingertips, and it rang again. Anjo's smile deepened, and there was a warm light in his eyes...
The sunlight passed through the shade of the trees and fell on his elegant smile, like a soft light flashing.
So, she became obsessed with it.
From then on, she fell hopelessly in love with Ancheng.
Sitting on the bedside, Jiang Weiwei turned the medicine in his hand, feeling heartache and hatred combined, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his lips...
She worships An Cheng as a deity, but to him, she probably can only be regarded as "mean".
Otherwise, why would she be here today.
How could he be trampled and insulted again and again by Xiang Yutian...
Everything she has suffered in the past six months is half of Anjo's "credit". How could it be possible to apply it with a tube of mint-scented medicine?
"boom."
Jiang Wei closed his eyes and threw the medicine directly into the trash can.
Don't look at it again.
She threw herself on the bed and wrapped her hands tightly around the quilt...
After completing the mission, it was time for her to leave Anjo completely, leaving cleanly and without any more wishful thinking.
Her secret love is just a joke.
After you laugh, you should forget...
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As a golden bird, Jiang Weiyi didn't even know how time passed.
It can take a whole day to pick out clothes, choose jewelry, and do your nails... It's like a waste of life.
"Ms. Jiang, this is a new season model that will be launched at the Paris Fashion Show next month. Mr. Xiang has asked someone to purchase it for you first." Qianqian and several maids walked into the bedroom.
Jiang Weiwei sat on the sofa in the corner, with his hand on his chin, his five nails shining with the light of crystal diamonds, boredly watching them turn on the lights in the closet and take out this season's clothes...
luxury.
Naturally, she would not be grateful to Xiang Yutian.
He didn't even take a look at the clothes, leaving everything to others. She only enjoyed the treatment that every lover of his had enjoyed in the past.
"Miss Jiang, Mr. Xiang, please cook the porridge and bring it to the study." A male servant stood at the door.
"..."
I have never seen a man who likes to drink porridge so much.
Jiang Weiwei stood up from the sofa and frowned at the pain in her legs.
Three days later, the bruises on her legs were still not healed. They were bruised and purple. It didn't hurt when she wasn't moving, but when she moved, it hurt so much that she wanted to cut off her legs.
After cooking the porridge in the kitchen, Jiang Wei held the tray and walked towards the study, dragging his painful legs.
"Ms. Jiang, please come in."
The man guarding the door opened the door and let her in.
This is Jiang's only first time to enter Xiang Yutian's study. The layout is very deep and large. It is designed with an arc-shaped dome and a built-in attic. It is arranged like a museum. It is surrounded by thick bookshelves and piles of books.
Full.
Here, the cultural atmosphere is so rich that it is not as if it should be found in the home of a gang leader.
"Master Xiang?"
Jiang Weiwei walked to the desk inside and shouted.
No one responded to her.
no one?
Xiang Yutian was not here. Realizing this, Jiang Weiwei's heartbeat began to accelerate.
Xiang Yutian's study has always been a forbidden area, and no one is allowed to enter. She once secretly wanted to sneak in, but the men at the door were too careful. She had no chance.