Chief husband, strong love!

Yu Qinghe regretted when he opened his mouth. He felt that he didn't open any pot.

The first time he saw Shen An, then the second time he saw Shen Enron's former fiance.

What's more embarrassing is that the two men are walking back together.

"Madam Shao is probably here to talk to Mr. Song." He added a superfluous explanation.

Lifting his eyes, he saw the handsome and cold face of yeshengting, and the temperature seemed to drop wildly.

Instant ice and snow!

He felt chilly through the air.

"Mr. Lin, who is the woman around Song Zicheng? She's very beautiful. I haven't seen her before."

Lin Duowei chatted with others as he walked, "the daughter of the Shen family, song Zicheng said it was his fiancee."

The other party's tone was sorry, "Oh, the original fiancee, why didn't you hear about his engagement."

"Maybe it's going to be made public recently..."

Yu Qinghe immediately felt beaten in the face on the spot, and then watched the designer Lin who didn't know the truth go away.

Yesheng Ting's trousers stood upright in place, and his voice seemed to be mixed with the cold wind and snow, "isn't it?"

Two words seemed to be under heavy pressure. Yu Qinghe didn't know how to answer, so he had to say, "maybe, madam Shao is solving this matter."

When he finished, he immediately changed the topic, "young master, our position is here."

Night Sheng Ting closed his eyes slightly, and looked at the figure who was far away until she had turned her back and walked to the backstage.

The back of the long skirt is almost waist deep.

The thin and narrow waist will be exposed, which is set off by the red skirt to be snow-white and attractive to the extreme.

He pursed his lips slightly, and on his handsome face like an ice sculpture, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Where is she going with song Zicheng dressed like this?

"I'm not interested. Go and see it yourself."

Yu Qinghe heard his cold voice and left without looking back.

*

"Want to break up?"

In the No. 3 lounge, song Zicheng closed the door, isolated the chaotic and noisy voices outside, and stood at the table slowly pouring wine.

"I don't want to break up, but I've broken up."

Song Zicheng paused slightly and looked at her sideways.

She was still standing at the door, her face cold, probably thinking of a few words to send him away.

This speculation in his heart made his eyebrows beat a few times and frown very tightly.

Then with a bang, he put down the wine bottle, raised the amber liquid in the glass, and said faintly, "sit down."

"No." Shen Enron glanced at the sofa and didn't intend to sit down. "Just say what you want to talk about."

In the past two years, even if everything he had was false, he pretended to be perfect and said it was impossible to have no feelings at all.

But she has never been like this. She doesn't even want to stay in a space with him alone.

When he told her the truth with a sneer, he woke her up like a heavy hammer.

Song Zicheng threw his suit coat on the sofa, drank the wine in the cup, and suddenly smiled.

He put down his glass and walked towards her. "Enron, who do you think I am? I really thought you would dump me if you said to dump me?"

Alcohol magnified his mood, accompanied by desire from the bottom of his heart just now.

Especially in a separate room, what he saw seemed to be just a lamb to be slaughtered.

Anyway, it was all his women. Her troubled grandfather died, and she couldn't escape his palm.

Everyone else can sleep with her. What's wrong with him?

She should be glad that he doesn't mind her being dirty.

Shen Enron looked at him with wrong eyes and turned to open the door, "I have something else to do. I'll do it another day..."

Just pressed on the door handle, the big palm behind her clenched her hand.

Instead of opening the door, he clicked and locked the door.