"I don't have a Chinese visa, so I can't go to Binhai with you," Yan Ru quickly stole Dongfang Mo's words, obviously reminding him not to be confused by BT, thinking that this is a city in China and he can let him go.

Shuttle back and forth.

"I said you can do it," Dongfang Mo looked at her with a sarcastic look, then reached out and patted her face and said, "Okay, you'll have a good rest here. I'll go out first. As for how to do it

It’s my business for you to bring back Binhai, you… don’t really have to worry about it!”

After saying that, he immediately turned around gracefully and walked towards the door, quickly opened the door and walked out, and at the same time, he closed the door with a slam, and then disappeared from Yan Ru's sight.

Yan Ru could only sit in this overly luxurious presidential suite, and did not make a fool of herself to open the door and escape, because she knew that since Dongfang Mo had caught her, she would not let her run away easily.

If the door is not locked outside, there will definitely be security guards at the door.

You must be unable to escape from the door, there is no doubt about this, so what about other places?

She couldn't help but come to the window and saw that the cars running on the street downstairs were as big as a toy car. This silently reminded her that the floor is very high now, and jumping down is like committing suicide.

Of course she cannot commit suicide, and suicide is a stupid act. Moreover, she is not alone now, she still has her little feathers, and she cannot let the little feathers be alone in this world.

Besides, even if she doesn’t have little feathers, she can’t commit suicide, because suicide cannot threaten Dongfang Mo, and suicide does not have any benefits to her, but for Dongfang Mo, it seems that there is no harm.

Dongfang Mo left, but he didn't come back for a few hours. Yan Ru felt hungry and had to open the refrigerator, then took out milk and bread from it to fill her stomach. First, fill her stomach as the principle

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The bed in the presidential suite is always particularly luxurious. She lies on the bed without changing her clothes, wanting to give herself a sleep and replenish her energy, because only with abundant physical strength can she find an opportunity to escape tomorrow.

However, sometimes people are like this. The more you want to fall asleep, the less you can't sleep. At this time, Yan Ru is the same. On this extravagant big bed, she closed her eyes and tossed and turned, but she just couldn't sleep.

Those things from five years ago passed through her mind as clearly as a movie, and instead of her sister Xi Muxue, she married Dongfang Mo who was burned unrecognizable by the fire...

Surprise at the wedding, surprise at the wedding night, and the devil chewed hard with his bloody mouth...

She once accepted her fate like that, she once gave so much effort, she once...

I still remember the helplessness of the Xi family who asked for help but was driven out of the Dongfang family when they were closed down. I still remember that when Zheng Yifan was framed, he coldly pushed a mistress agreement. I still remember that when Zheng Yifan came to find her and was caught by him, he was in front of him.

Everyone came to humiliate her, but I still remember...

For five years, she has been deliberately ignoring and working hard, constantly focusing her thoughts and attention on painting and Xiao Feather, and honing herself into a disguise master.
Chapter completed!