A man like him should be with a woman like Gu Chun, so that he will be happy and not as hard as loving her.
Let it be happy, everything about him has nothing to do with her from now on, otherwise all the ruthless words she made up her mind to say that day would be wasted.
She stayed in the bathroom for a while, calmed down before going out.
After going out, she kept showing off her smile with a light face and tried her best to suppress the bitterness in her heart.
Everyone enjoyed the flower boat comfortably, and they did not leave until the old lady was tired.
Wang Aoshuang, who got into the car, breathed a sigh of relief and finally got rid of the depressing atmosphere. She looked relaxed and haggard.
"What's wrong? Don't tell me you're jealous?" Lan Yuchi's eyes stared at her, trying to see what she thought.
"No, I say that I have drawn a clear line between him." She strongly denied.
“Nothing is the best.”
Suddenly, his steep eyebrows suddenly stood up sharply, and a brake knocked Wang Aoshuang hard.
Wang Aoshuang looked at him strangely, and saw that his expression was complicated, and there was endless chaos in his eyes.
He suddenly pushed open the car door and walked down, rushed towards a coffee shop.
She was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and then went out.
Lan Yu ran very fast, as if a tiger was staring at his prey, and he was rushing to chase him quickly and quickly.
He chased to the corridor of the coffee shop, and a woman at the end of the corridor was about to enter a private room.
Lan Yuchi walked up quickly, grabbed the woman's shoulder with his big hand, and turned her around...
The woman's long hair floated up, and then she showed a peerless face, which was so beautiful that she was so beautiful.
She saw Lan Yuchi's face change instantly, and the originally delicate face of the flower petals suddenly became bloodless, like the snow in the cold winter.
"It's you!" Lan Yuchi's eyes were blood-red, and the emotions in his eyes were complicated, surprise, anger, and heartache... and surged up.
The woman looked at him in panic, trembling voice, "Yu...chi..."
"What are you doing when you come back?" Lan Yuchi's voice was very loud, as cold as a knife soaked in ice water.
Rong Musi looked at him with disorganized eyes, "...I..."
"What?...Is it so guilty that I can't speak?" He stared at her angrily.
She looked at him steadily, and it took a long time to float a word, "Yes."
Lan Yuchi's eyebrows tightened and he pressed her against the wall with a force, "Why do you appear in front of me?"
"This city is not yours, why can't I show up?" Rong Musi spoke quietly, not much emotion in her words.
"You ruthless woman, I hate you... I hate you so much!" Lan Yuchi roared, and the strength in his hand suddenly increased, making her shoulder bones almost shattered.
Rong Musi was pressed and thrust in pain, biting her lip in pain, but was silent.
"You speak, why don't you speak!"
She smiled softly, laughing powerlessly, "We are nothing, what qualifications do you have to ask me to speak."
"You..." His face turned red, his eyes widened, and he couldn't help but raise his palm.
But in the end, he slowly put it down and gritted his teeth: "Rong Musi, don't show up in front of me in the future."
He pushed her away and left with his hand. Rong Musi fell to the corner of the wall.
Wang Aoshuang stood there in surprise. What is this? Don’t Lan Yuchi love Mu Si very much? Why is there so much hatred in his eyes?