Traps Of Love

"Lengshao..." Ye Jiaying's impeccable face is slightly discolored, and the mood of her eyes is changeable, but the other side doesn't even lift her head. In her heart, she felt as if she had been stabbed with an invisible knife, which made her bleed.

The sun at 3:00 p.m. falls on the floor glass window. The blue sky is like the ocean without the coastline. It is magnificent and vast. The silhouette of Leng Zetian and Leng Jinyu is as beautiful as the graceful scenery in Van Gogh's painting.

However, Ye Jiaying's breath is cold. The cold air falls on Leng Jinyu's small back along her eyes, which is a kind of bloodthirsty madness. That bastard is Leng Zetian and Mi Xiaoya's bastard! Especially that pair of clear eyes like paint, and Mi Xiaoya's eyes are exactly the same, the similarity is 78 points high.

This makes Ye Jiaying's heart hate more and more, holding Tiffany's Jewel Handbag fingers pinch knuckles white. The bag is very quiet. There is no message from Gu Fengzhan, but she has already thought about it. After Gu Fengzhan kills Mi Xiaoya, she always persuades him to get rid of the child in front of him!

"Jiaying, this is the place for men to have a meeting. You should avoid it." Ye Maowen spoke in time to remind her to leave. This child is more and more out of control, self willed to like a runaway Mustang, he only hopes that in the future the rules of the family can cure his indulgent daughter, don't make any big trouble.

Ye Jiaying frowned discontentedly and played a big lady's temper, "Dad, your business is my business, I won't go."

The implication is very clear. Ye Maowen is her blood, and her family's industry will be hers sooner or later. She hasn't attended such a meeting, not to mention seeing Leng Zetian. She won't leave easily.

"You child!" Ye Maowen shook his head and sighed. He had no choice but to take her.

Ye Jiaying gracefully walks to the conference table, pulls out a chair and sits down.

After that, she found that the surrounding atmosphere was very strange. She said it was a meeting, but no one spoke. Except Leng Zetian and his son, all of them were staring at the door of the meeting room, like waiting for a heavyweight to appear on the stage.

"Dad, who are you waiting for?" Ye Jiaying can't help but ask in a low voice, eyebrows twisted into a straight line, can let so many "big people" wait for a long time, how much face it is!

"If you want to stay, shut up and don't talk too much." Ye Maowen glared at her, his face was absolutely serious.

Ye Jiaying snorted coldly. Although she was curious, she still didn't ask for a word as she was told. Like other people, she looked at the door like a torch, thinking about what was sacred when she was about to push the door in.

"Big ice face daddy, the word you taught is so hard to write. I'm almost dizzy. There are so many strokes." In the sofa, Xiao Jinyu's big eyes flashed like black grapes, and she couldn't sit any more.

Today is not to say good to raise funds, how instead become learning to write with big ice face?! And it's more difficult to write than any word he's ever learned, even more than his name.

"Write!" Lengzetian's cold eyes swept away, sharp as a knife. There was no room for negotiation on Jun's face.

Leng Jinyu had no choice but to cry, biting her fingers and continuing to learn every stroke. The bottom of my heart is extremely complaining. Look at the Ye family's grandfather's doting on his own daughter, and then look at the ice face's treating him. It's both heaven and earth.

God, he has to seriously consider whether he is big ice face daddy picked up from the garbage.

GA -

the door is slowly pushed open.

For a moment, everyone's eyes immediately focused on the thick door.

Pedal pedal pedal, neat high heels sounded, cold Zetian thin lips slightly hook, light way, "come."

Here we go!

As soon as these two words fell to the ground, the whole audience almost held their breath. All the people on the scene widened their eyes and stretched their necks. They were extremely curious about who the heavyweight mysterious figure who held their "big secret" and kept them waiting for so long was.

Ye Jiaying can't help straightening up, raising her chin arrogantly and humming coldly, trying to pretend that she doesn't care, but her eyes are also staring at the past.

Who is it?

Pedal pedal pedal, the sound of high-heeled shoes smooth and powerful impact on the marble floor, issued a tremor pulse sound. It is closely followed by a white-collar Beauty in jimmychoo's carved Rouge high-heeled shoes, a slim and sexy black waist pinching suit, and a striped shirt with a deep V-neck, revealing a sexy and proud figure, especially the long legs in black stockings, which has attracted everyone's attention for the first time!

The woman's beautiful and mature face with a black sunglasses, face if frost, carrying LV, came in.

The sexy and tall beauty looks around and looks at Leng Zetian. She respectfully says, "Leng Dashao, I've been waiting for a long time." At the end of

, she took off the black sunglasses on her face. On the beautiful face, her eyes were still bruised. Although they were covered with a lot of foundation, they could still see that the face was beaten.The smell of DIOR perfume swept across the conference room, waiting to see the appearance of the people. The seven directors who had just returned from the Leng's consortium could not help but retract their necks. It's her! It's her! No wonder their secret will be so clear!

"It's you! Ouyang Lulu! What are you doing here? " Ye Jiaying didn't hold back for a moment, and suddenly stood up. The chair behind her flopped to the ground, making a harsh noise.

How could this woman have the face to stay in Z City? She asked the bodyguards to strip her clothes and take pictures of her at KTV that night. She also asked the bodyguards to send them to her old husband in Hong Kong. Later, she heard that they were divorced.

She was a little out of control with anger and a sense of shame of being cheated. She felt so disgusted that she could not share a room with such a vulgar woman.

Ye Maowen's face became a little ugly, and a strong sense of foreboding appeared in his heart. He suddenly regretted that he should have let Ye Jiaying leave just now.

Ouyang Lulu turns her head and smiles at Ye Jiaying. She says slowly, "Miss ye, I didn't expect you to be here. Thanks to you, I'm qualified to stand here."

She will never forget that night's near death, that is, this dignified and beautiful young lady of the Ye family. Because she was not pleasing to the eye, she was pushed into the hell.

Seven or eight bodyguards frantically tore up her clothes, humiliated her, tortured her, and took pictures of her

If it had not been for Leng Dashao's timely arrival, Ouyang Lulu would have died that night.

Ouyang Lulu glances at the ferocious scar on her wrist, and the coldness of her eyes is rampant.