High-priced new wife: mistakenly committed dangerous love madness

Holding the mobile phone, Luo Anning walked to the balcony, leaning on the Roman column, looking at the night view of the courtyard of Haoting mansion, "What happened, so serious? Is it difficult?"

Rong Yan pondered for a moment, "Well, it's very tricky."

Peace, this last week, after a week, nothing can stop us from being together.

For the sake of a happy life in the future, endure another week.

How could he not hear her loss?

He just heard it, but he could only pretend not to know, because he couldn't find any excuse to comfort her.

"Then...you take it easy, I'll wait for you." Luo Anning bit her lips, looked into the distance, and said softly.

"Hmm." His voice was deep and sweet, as seductive as a cello, "An Ning, I miss you, wait for me to go home."

Luo Anning smiled, this was the first sincere smile today.

The hand holding the mobile phone couldn't help but clenched a little bit. She spoke softly, with the softness unique to a little woman: "I miss you too."

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city ​​b.

These days, Mo Xiyan took care of Mo Wan's funeral by herself.

When Mo Wan's body was cremated, she cried uncontrollably, holding the urn and walking towards the cemetery.

No one mourns, and she is the only one who dies.

The man in black sent to her by old master Rong and the man in black sent by Rong Yan to watch her surrounded the cemetery tightly.

Those who don't know will definitely think that this is a guest who came to express their condolences, but unfortunately, it is not.

After burying the urn in the cemetery, she hugged the tombstone in pain, crying uncontrollably.

The whole day, she was in the cemetery, sometimes hugging the tombstone and crying, sometimes talking to the tombstone, the whole person was chattering, a little creepy.

Mo Qiange once used her power to make no one in city b dare to rent a house to Mo Wan, so now she has no place to live and can only live in a hotel.

In order to prevent her from escaping, Rong Yan stayed in the hotel on the same floor as her.

The corridor was full of bodyguards in darkness, and it would be difficult for even a fly to fly in, let alone escape from under the bodyguard's eyes.

For several days after Mo Wan was buried, Mo Xiyan stayed in the cemetery for a whole day.

Seeing that the first seven days were about to pass, Rong Yan couldn't bear it anymore and came to the cemetery, standing condescendingly in front of the cemetery, looking at Mo Xiyan who was holding the tombstone and crying into tears.

His handsome brows frowned slightly, "There are still two days to go before seven, you should be ready."

Mo Xiyan turned her eyes to look at him, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her sparkling pupils were so tender and tender, "Yan, my mother is innocent, why did she suffer such a crime? Everything is my fault, it's me! It's all my fault, it's all my fault, why I love you so much! It's all my fault, I can't control my heart, I can't control my feelings for you... That's why my mother died... ..."

"Then Mo Qiange is not innocent?" Rong Yan frowned and asked coldly.

"No, you don't understand at all! Mo Qiange is my cousin, and I am Mo Zhenting's illegitimate daughter! I never thought that I would go back to the Mo family and be recognized. I just lived in such a humble way, so humble I love you so much, and fought for you, am I wrong? It was him, he was the one who killed me in disregard of family affection, so I had no choice but to fight back!"

Rong Yan sneered: "You always have a high-sounding reason. Love is not called love if it is mixed with conspiracy and tricks. Are you sure it's love, not a paranoid obsession?"

"Yan, how can you be so cruel!"