Yan Qiaoan saw ambiguous photos of Pan Mu and his ex-girlfriend on one of Pan Mu's idle mobile phones.

The scale was so large that it made her blush and her heart beat.

She has been in love with Pan Mu for three years.

Under his exaggeration, they always maintained a platonic and extremely pure spiritual love.

When she threw the phone in front of Pan Mu, Pan Mu's face turned obviously blue.

"Qiao An, how did you find this phone?"

Yan Qiaoan suppressed the collapse of his heart and spoke out.

"Shouldn't you explain the problem with the photo to me first? The last photo was taken a month ago."

Pan Mu, who had always been gentle, suddenly lost the dignity on his face.

He said in a panic, "Did you know that Tan Yunyun has sex addiction? I was forced to do so. I have always liked you, Qiao An. Think about it, if I really liked what happened, I would have been with you long ago.

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Yan Qiaoan slapped him in the face.

"Pan Mu, we are finished!"

After she finished speaking, she was about to turn around while holding her bag, but Pan Mu grabbed her thin wrist.

He tied her tightly in front of him and lowered his eyes to kiss her.

Yan Qiaoan's body was stiff and his eyes were cold.

Pan Mu's lips suddenly paused when they were only a few millimeters away from hers.

He let go of Yan Qiao'an and said, "Qiao An, we are suitable to be together, but I really... have no blasphemous intentions towards you."

Yan Qiaoan chuckled, the word blasphemy was used well...

She left the house she shared with Pan Mu without hesitation.

The moment the door closed, Yan Qiaoan burst into tears.

She is a normal person and has all the desires she should have.

But Pan Mu is different.

He "keeps himself clean" and talks a lot of sweet words, but has no actual actions.

The two of them could only sleep in each other's arms at most.

She respects and accepts all his ideas.

Unexpectedly, these were all complete deceptions.

It's not that he can't do it, he just can't do it to himself.

ridiculous.

There were only a few people on the street late at night, and Yan Qiaoan looked at himself reflected in the glass of the closed shop.

A nude shirt and white wide-leg pants, her casual look is her usual style.

Pan Mu often said that he liked the cold feeling on his body.

But it's not like he didn't know that she, Yan Qiaoan, was gentle and never cold to others.

Oh, cold.

He was probably talking about his appearance, which tends to make people cold-blooded?

Yan Qiaoan smiled to himself with tears in his eyes.

She walked into the 24-hour convenience store and took a small bottle of Jiangxiaobai from the shelf.

I've seen it online before and they all said it tastes great when mixed with Sprite.

The wine she added was a bit too much, and after one sip, it was quite spicy.

Drinking wine to relieve sorrow will only make you more sorrowful.

She dialed Lin Huan's number, full of words she wanted to talk to.

The phone rang for a long time, and the other party picked up, "Qiao An, what's wrong?"

As soon as she heard the familiar voice, Yan Qiaoan couldn't hold back any longer, and her words were choked with sobs.

"Pan Mu cheated."

There was a murmur on the other side of the phone, "Where are you now?"

"I'm on the street..."

"Today we have a company team building. I'm in room 207 of the Cy Hotel. You come to me."

"good."

Yan Qiaoan took a taxi and went straight there.

She was too drunk and walked into the hotel with a somewhat frivolous pace. The front desk staff hurriedly supported her and said, "Miss, who are you?"

"2...201."

Yan Qiaoan spoke based on his impression.

"Oh, is this the cladding built by NV Group?"

"Yes." Yan Qiaoan nodded quickly.

"Let me take you up." The waiter said, helping her get into the elevator.

At the door of room 201, the waiter knocked on the door, "Hello, waiter."

The waiter repeated his words and knocked on the door several times, but no one opened it.

Yan Qiaoan waved his hand, "I won't delay your work time. I can do it myself. You can go ahead and do your work."

The walkie-talkie on the waiter's body was still ringing, so she nodded and left quickly.

Yan Qiaoan raised her hand in confusion, "Hello, waiter."

After she said this, she was stunned for a moment and shook her head.

"Huanhuan..."

Before she finished speaking, the door suddenly opened.

Yan Qiaoan lost weight and immediately fell into the room.

No one around her helped her, and Yan Qiaoan threw herself on the carpet, muttering aggrievedly.

"Huanhuan, the relationship between Pan Mu and Tan Yunyun has never been broken. I saw the photos of the two of them. The scale... is... the kind of 18-ban pictures that popped up when there was a virus on the phone...
Chapter completed!