As for the marriage, it won't be decided immediately anyway. She will still have the chance to let Jiao Yang go in the future.
"Nine o'clock tomorrow night?" The Duke of Kent just frowned angrily, "Are you planning to let him leave at the banquet?!"
The banquet starts at seven o'clock. If Jiao Yang wants not to miss the plane, he must leave at eight o'clock. At that time, all the guests will arrive. If Jiao Yang does not show up at that time, where will the Duke of Kent's face be placed?
!
"That's right!" Jiao Yalin frowned, "Because I don't want him to enter a painful marriage like me, endure betrayal and lies, but still try to smile."
With a cold snort, she turned around and slammed the door.
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Italy, city of Rome.
Leng Zirui drove his car and left the hotel he rented. He did not rush to Leng Zimo's residence immediately, but drove around the city.
After detouring two streets to make sure that no one was following him, he turned the car onto the correct road.
After looking at the navigation map on the car, he noticed a hotel. Leng Zirui took out his mobile phone and dialed Leng Zimo's number.
"There is a Firefox bar not far from the hotel where you are staying. We will meet there. You come alone and I will arrive in about half an hour."
"OK."
On the other end of the phone, Leng Zimo agreed neatly.
After hanging up the phone, Leng Zirui stepped on the accelerator, and the car immediately drove towards the Firefox Bar.
Parking the car two blocks away from the Firefox Hotel, Leng Zirui got out of the car, played with the car keys lazily, and walked towards the bar. When passing by the store, he bought a sun hat and put it on his head.
, and then walked into the bar.
Because it was still morning, there were not many people in the bar.
Leng Zirui found a hidden corner where he could easily observe his surroundings, sat down, and ordered a non-alcoholic drink.
A moment later, Leng Zimo's figure appeared at the door of the bar.
Seeing him, Leng Zirui immediately edited a text message and sent it, "I'm in the corner."
Leng Zimo glanced at his cell phone and cast his gaze in the corner. He saw Leng Zirui raising his hand to him. He strode over and sat down on the seat opposite Leng Zirui, "What should I call you?"
?”
Raising her face to smile at him, Leng Zirui directly brought him a drink he ordered, raised his hand and took off the sunglasses on his face, "Hello, I am ROY!"
Looking past his brown eyes, Leng Zimo raised his eyebrows lightly.
"Is it really so similar?!"
The Leng Zirui in front of him had almost no changes except for his eye color and hair color.
Is he really so similar to that ROY?!
Leng Zirui didn't speak, he just called up a selfie of ROY on his phone, and then handed the phone to him.
Taking the phone and taking a look at ROY's selfie, Leng Zimo was also surprised.
ROY in the photo is simply a replica of Leng Zirui. Apart from his hair color and eye color, he is almost as if he was carved from the same mold.
If he hadn't known in advance and met this ROY on the road, even Leng Zimo would have mistaken him for Leng Zirui.
"Where is the real ROY?!" Leng Zimo pushed the phone to Leng Zirui.
"Here!" Leng Zi pointed at himself, "I am ROY!"
Then, he smiled.
"He was shot, not as lucky as I was, right in the heart."
Leng Zimo nodded. Now that ROY is dead, the risk of Leng Zirui being exposed will be much smaller.
