His Long Love

Hearing this, Ji Wanzhou's eyes flashed a little smile, oh? Breaking up?

"No, Qingge! Listen to me, Feng Shumo is not my mother in fact, she is my adoptive mother Ji Yao quickly told the story that he had been hiding from Meng Qingge. For fear that it would be a second late, Meng Qingge hung up the phone. "I am the illegitimate son of an old man outside with someone else. In order to get me back and have a decent reputation, he called me the son of him and Feng Shumo."

Meng Qingge did not expect this kind of relationship in the Ji family, and then he opened his mouth with a smile, "foster mother? The foster mother will be able to do it? "

"Qingge, I was confused for a while. I'm sorry." Ji Yao apologized, trying to make his voice sound more regretful and sincere, "it's not clear on the phone. Shall we meet and talk about it? Where are you? I'll find you in the apartment

"I don't think we have much to talk about." Meng Qingge took a deep breath. "It's like this, Ji Yao. It's over. After that, it's gone."

Meng Qingge finished this sentence, and then motioned to Ji Wanzhou to hang up the phone. This time, he did not face her and pressed the voice hang up button.

"Break up now?" Ji Wanzhou just hung up the phone, the voice rang up, with a little smile, and asked, "no revenge?"

Meng Qingge looked out of the window, tone light, "for him this scum, practice oneself, no need."

This sound, let Ji Wanzhou a little uncomfortable, frown slightly, "Mrs. Ji feels, in order to revenge him, and I together, is to abuse themselves?"

"Otherwise?" Meng Qingge took back his eyes and looked at Ji Wanzhou, without any emotion, as if they didn't know each other at all, "so, our relationship is over here."

She reached out her hand, took her mobile phone back from Ji Wanzhou's hand, and then called her best friend, Wang Meilin, "where are you?"

Wang Menglin happened to pick up Wang Meilin's address today, so she didn't have a person to pick her up.

After hanging up the phone, Meng Qingge was about to sit up. As soon as he sat up, he was grabbed by Ji Wanzhou, who was not good looking, and pressed back on the bed again. Later, he was pressed under the body by his tall and strong body.

"Mr. Ji..."

Meng Qingge the rest of the words have not finished, was the season evening boat kiss drowned the voice.

She was not his opponent. Now she was pressed under him, and her right foot was injured. She couldn't make use of her strength. The whole person seemed more passive and could only struggle on his back with her hands.

Or beat, or beat, or pinch, or twist.

But Ji Wanzhou didn't mean to dodge or stop. Instead, she kisses more fiercely and more recklessly, as if she was venting her emotions.

Until, two people's mouth, the smell of blood.

I don't know whose blood it is.

The smell of blood stimulated Ji Wanzhou, so she pushed her clothes up more aggressively and took off her clothes. Considering that her ankle was still injured, her trousers could not be taken off. So he got up from her and walked out of the door with a black face.

Meng Qingge saw his sudden departure, thought it was his conscience found, so he quickly sat up from the bed, put his coat on, picked up his mobile phone, put it into the bag, and limped to the door of the room.

Before she moved to the door of the house, she saw the returning season boat, but this time, he had a pair of scissors in his hand.

It's big and bright.

Meng Qingge took a look at the ill looking Ji Wanzhou and the big scissors in his hand. His eyelids suddenly jumped a few times.

Is it difficult to prevent divulgence of one's secrets?

Meng Qingge is also a little flustered. After all, Ji Wanzhou's expression is really frightening.

With anger and resentment.

This is not like that Meng Qingge owes him eight million yuan and doesn't return it. It is more like that Meng Qingge takes advantage of it and doesn't give him money.

Meng Qingge is a little flustered in the heart, but his face is still calm, "what is Mr. Ji doing?"