Traps Of Love

Leng Zetian felt the woman's body trembling violently in her arms. The warm tears wet his skirt, but she didn't even make a sound.

Her skin was already white. Now that she was pregnant, her skin was much whiter and softer. In the dense water mist, a pretty face was like a water doll made of glass, which broke when touched.

Stupid woman, if you want to cry, you should cry. His arms are for her.

However, she did not, she did not say a word, stubborn and stubborn bit the lip, piansheng efforts to tell him it doesn't matter.

"Aze, don't get me wrong - I'm fine." Mi Xiaoya aware of his eyes, embarrassed red through the face, cleanly wipe away the tears on the face, showing only belong to her gentle calm, "all tell me, I can bear."

Tears just wipe off, and soon full of eyes, she tried to wipe, while laughing at him.

Beautiful eyes like cage of the whole night sky stars, shining.

Leng Zetian looked at her confused and stubborn silly appearance, heart palpitation. This really understand, why he would fall in love with such a small ya, but his general rebellious fringes.

Because tassel, like him, lacks the ability to love.

And Xiaoya, his favorite woman, has love in her heart and light in her eyes, so warm that she wants to get close to her.

"No, come here." Leng Zetian holds her face and kisses her cheek. She kisses her tears a little bit, leaving a piece of hot heat.

This kiss, too affectionate ambiguous, MI Xiaoya's heart seems to have a current, from the cheek quickly spread to four limbs, there is a kind of suffocating pleasure.

At this time, the brain, has been completely unable to think, just buzzing burst, a large blank.

Z City, Dongling cemetery.

This is the third cemetery in Z City, with unified management, close to the mountain and facing the water. It is a treasure land of geomantic omen. Each cemetery is managed by a special manager, and even equipped with relevant assistants to carry out tomb sweeping and sacrificial activities every month.

Not far from the cemetery, there are three white office buildings in row. They are magnificent and grand. From a distance, they look like a group of holiday villas.

Wearing exaggerated black sunglasses and a black skirt, Cheng Wanrong sneaks into the cemetery management office.

"Money manager! Get him out of here! I have something important to look for him! " She flurried into the office door, because she walked too fast, almost sprained her ankle.

However, Cheng Wanrong can't care about these small details. She nervously pats the table and asks the front desk at the door, "please call manager Qian out quickly. I don't have much time. If he doesn't come again, I will die here!"

"Don't worry, ma'am. Please speak slowly. I'll call manager Qian and make an appointment for you. " The little girl at the front desk was so scared that she opened her eyes and looked at the pale, nervous woman in front of her.

"What an appointment! I'm dying! Let me wait and bury me! Come on, tell him to come out. If you say it's Mrs. Meade, he'll know who I am! " Cheng Wanrong was sweating and roaring restlessly.

The front desk was so embarrassed that he had to hold the phone and dial manager Qian's number.

The extension was connected quickly. Manager Qian just picked up the phone and said "hello". The phone on the front desk had already been snatched by Cheng Wanrong.

"Manager Qian, I'm Mrs. MI. You can hear me clearly. I'm going to move the grave to Bai Zhu Ying right now!" Cheng Wanrong can't wait to speak out.

"What?! Moving graves?! You just said, who are you? Whose grave are you going to remove? " Manager Qian was a little confused. Bai Zhuying is very impressed. She is the biological mother of his big client. The client's name is mi Xiaoya. It is said that she is a miss of the MI family who used to have a good momentum.

She inherited a lot of property, a large part of which was robbed by her stepmother and father, but she still sent 50000 yuan to the cemetery every year.

According to the truth, Mrs. Mi should refer to the dead Bai Zhuying. Is this the stepmother of MI Xiaoya?

"Manager Qian, don't play the fool! I command you to show up now! Or I'll smash your office! " Cheng Wanrong has no patience to spend time with him. Her time is extremely limited.

Leng Yucheng only gave her 48 hours in total, and now she only has more than ten hours left. If she doesn't get the relic of the white tassel quickly, it will be too late.

Manager Qian couldn't help frowning. Mrs. Mi's tone was too big, and there was too much difference between her and the knowledgeable and polite Mi Xiaoya.

He suddenly understood that the real reason why he heard that the rice family was no longer able to work was probably related to the arrogant and domineering Mrs. rice.

"Mrs. MI, you can move the grave, but you need to go through the process." Manager Qian said impatiently, "it's troublesome to move graves. It also involves the transfer of the deceased's relics. Please consult the front desk for all the details."

With that, he just hung up. Anyway, Mrs. MI is not his client. He doesn't like to take the initiative to serve such a difficult master.Cheng Wanrong angrily, holding the phone and yelling, "I'll give you all the money you want! But if you go on beating around the Bush for me, believe it or not, I'll smash your graveyard right away

After that, she didn't even care about her image. She grabbed the phone and smashed it against the window of the office.

At the same time, the black sunglasses on her face also fell off, revealing her ferocious eyes, murderous.

The front desk was so scared that he cried and rushed up to drag manager Qian down.

It was extremely complicated, but Cheng Wanrong was very well prepared. She had all the necessary documents ready, and she had a bag full of cash, which was worth 500000.

It was Cheng Wanrong's private money at the bottom of the box. She brought it all up.

Manager Qian has no way to continue the process now. After all, no one will really have a problem with money.

So he made an exception and took Cheng Wanrong to Bai Zhuying's cemetery to prepare for the relocation.

Two people have taken the administrator to Bai Zhuying's cemetery. Manager Qian suddenly hesitates. He thinks that in any case, he wants to call Mi Xiaoya about this.

So, when the administrator and Cheng Wanrong started digging the cemetery together, manager Qian went to the corner not far away and dialed Mi Xiaoya.

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"It's not a coincidence." Manager Qian sighed, shrugged helplessly, put his cell phone in his pocket and turned to walk past.