Wife wants to remarry: The poisonous young man's enchanting strategy

"What a poor woman..." looking at the two people who left, he couldn't help muttering,

"I don't know yet. You have such a great ability to hook men."

After getting on the bus, the moon just sat down, and the people in front sent this cold irony.

The night mark stirred up a smile and looked at the very sad moon with cold indifference in his eyes.

He was not in a hurry to start the car. He turned and leaned against the gap in the middle of the seat and stared at the people in the back seat. The pale look on his face was obviously hurt by what he had just said, but it made him want to be more cruel.

The moon held back the pain in her heart. Her eyes looked out of the window motionless and pretended not to hear, but her trembling hands betrayed her heart.

Night Mark's eyes acutely glanced at the moon's hands, returned to her drooping eyes, and the fan-shaped feather eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Later, I'll give you a chance to do well."

The voice fell. He stepped on the accelerator and the car drove away like an arrow.

Send Mingyue back to the villa, and yehen drives away.

The bright moon looked at the car that disappeared at the gate. The anger that had been pressing in her heart just now gradually subsided. She slowly loosened her tightly clenched hands and found a row of nail marks in her palm, which couldn't subside for a long time.

"Miss, you're back."

Hearing aunt Lan's voice, Mingyue turned back and walked towards the villa, accumulating resentment in her heart.

That man took her out just to humiliate her in front of others. What an abominable bastard!

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"Rou'er, come and see for me. Is this dress suitable?"

In a luxury villa, in such a large room, light white gauze curtains are stacked one after another, tied up in a butterfly shape by the middle and hung in front of the window.

The red round wide soft bed occupies a lot of space in the room, but there is still a lot of open space,

There were several splendid dresses stacked on it, which were discarded at random, as if they had just been eliminated by their owners.

Gong Xueshe stood by the bed with long wavy black hair, which was charming and scattered behind her head at will, showing her enchanting beauty.

The dress in hand is of amazing value. Standing in front of the dressing mirror, with the body constantly turning left and right, the eyes are very picky looking at the people in the mirror. The beauty of the two new moons has been wrinkling gently, which seems to be unsatisfactory.