He kept saying to himself, forget it, anyway, it was only a while to let them go affectionately, anyway, it was under his nose. After they separated later, Zheng Yifan and Xi Muru would have no relationship.

He would not let Zheng Yifan stay in Binhai. Of course, Zheng Yifan couldn't stay in Binhai either. His own woman would definitely not have an affair with other women, and his cousin would of course be even worse.

Mu Ru pushed Zheng Yifan away a little with her hands, raised her hand, and stroked the wounds on his face. When she touched his nose and saw that his face was twisted with pain, tears flashed like a broken line.

The beads kept overflowing, a long string, on her pale and thin face, like pearls.

Zheng Yifan reached out and grabbed the little hand that was wandering and stroking his face, clenched it tightly in the palm of his hand, and then slowly pulled it to his chest and pressed it tightly on his heart, making her feel

It was her heartbeat, and the beating heart was full of her name.

There is an agreement on the bedside table, an agreement she has signed. This agreement states that Xi Muru wants to be Dongfang Mo’s mistress for a hundred years. At the same time, she also adds that in addition to natural disasters, man-made disasters, birth, old age, sickness and death, she cannot do anything by herself.

If there is any violation of the terms of his life, Zheng Yifan will live a life worse than death.

Mu Rushi was so unwilling and reluctant to do such a domineering clause. She actually wanted to die more because living like this would definitely be worse than death.

However, looking at Zheng Yifan standing in front of him, Zheng Yifan with a blue nose and a swollen face covered with gauze everywhere, and Zheng Yifan with her eyes full of her-

She finally understood that she could not only care about her own thoughts of death, but also ignore Zheng Yifan's future days.

Zheng Yifan loves her so much and is the only man in the world who loves her. She cannot ignore her selfishly. If she only lives a life worse than death, then it must be Zheng Yifan who lives a life worse than death.

So, for him and for his good life, she chose to live a life that was worse than death, and chose to let Zheng Yifan live his ideal life and do things that he was good at and even meaningful.

To love someone is to make him live a good life, and only if he lives well can you feel at ease.

"Have you two finished talking?" Dongfang Mo saw that the two were still snuggling together, and couldn't help asking in a slightly old and hoarse voice: "Zheng Yifan, you can leave after you finish talking. Ah Hao's car is waiting outside the door.

I will send you back to Hong Kong..."

"What about Mu Ru?" Zheng Yifan hurriedly stole Dongfang Mo's words and said quickly: "I want to go with Mu Ru, I won't be separated from her."

"Aren't you telling a joke? In order for you to escape from prison, Xi Muru has sold her to me. Do you think I will let her go with you?" Dongfang Mo sneered at Zheng Yifan's words.

After hearing this, Zheng Yifan's heart shattered into dust in an instant. Looking at Mu Ru, he held her hand tightly in the palm of his hand, as if he wanted to pinch her hand and his own hand into one.

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Mu Ru, his Mu Ru, was sent to the devil for him, to be automatically given to the hands of the devil. He must work hard and make himself stronger. He doesn't believe that he will never surpass Dongfang Mo in his life.

He kept saying to himself, forget it, it was only a while for them to go deep in love, anyway, it was under his nose. After they separated later, Zheng Yifan and Xi Muru would have no relationship.

He would not let Zheng Yifan stay in Binhai. Of course, Zheng Yifan couldn't stay in Binhai either. His own woman would definitely not have an affair with other women, and his cousin would of course be even worse.

Mu Ru pushed Zheng Yifan away a little with her hands, raised her hand, and stroked the wounds on his face. When she touched his nose and saw that his face was twisted with pain, tears flashed like a broken line.

The beads kept overflowing, a long string, on her pale and thin face, like pearls.

Zheng Yifan reached out and grabbed the little hand that was wandering and stroking his face, clenched it tightly in the palm of his hand, and then slowly pulled it to his chest and pressed it tightly on his heart, making her feel

It was her heartbeat, and the beating heart was full of her name.

There is an agreement on the bedside table, an agreement she has signed. This agreement states that Xi Muru wants to be Dongfang Mo’s mistress for a hundred years. At the same time, she also adds that in addition to natural disasters, man-made disasters, birth, old age, sickness and death, she cannot do anything by herself.

If there is any violation of the terms of his life, Zheng Yifan will live a life worse than death.

Mu Rushi was so unwilling and reluctant to do such a domineering clause. She actually wanted to die more because living like this would definitely be worse than death.

However, looking at Zheng Yifan standing in front of him, Zheng Yifan with a blue nose and a swollen face covered with gauze everywhere, and Zheng Yifan with her eyes full of her-

She finally understood that she could not only care about her own thoughts of death, but also ignore Zheng Yifan's future days.

Zheng Yifan loves her so much and is the only man in the world who loves her. She cannot ignore her selfishly. If she only lives a life worse than death, then it must be Zheng Yifan who lives a life worse than death.

So, for him and for his good life, she chose to live a life that was worse than death, and chose to let Zheng Yifan live his ideal life and do things that he was good at and even meaningful.

To love someone is to make him live a good life, and only if he lives well can you feel at ease.

"Have you two finished talking?" Dongfang Mo saw that the two were still snuggling together, and couldn't help asking in a slightly old and hoarse voice: "Zheng Yifan, you can leave after you finish talking. Ah Hao's car is waiting outside the door.

I will send you back to Hong Kong..."

"What about Mu Ru?" Zheng Yifan hurriedly stole Dongfang Mo's words and said quickly: "I want to go with Mu Ru, I won't be separated from her."

"Aren't you telling a joke? In order for you to escape from prison, Xi Muru has sold her to me. Do you think I will let her go with you?" Dongfang Mo sneered at Zheng Yifan's words.

After hearing this, Zheng Yifan's heart shattered into dust in an instant. Looking at Mu Ru, he held her hand tightly in the palm of his hand, as if he wanted to pinch her hand and his own hand into one.

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