"Mengyin, what's wrong?" A pair of long legs ran over the lawn. The black Armani shirt wrapped Angzang's figure, and his slender and upright figure was fully reflected.

The movements were as elegant as agile cheetah. Although it was as fast as a cunning rabbit, Kymon knew that no matter how fast the rhythm was, he could always maintain graceful and gentle movements, like a top dancer. His deep and dark eyes flowed out a soul-catching light in the warm sunshine of the geese in the afternoon.

The handsome face continued to magnify in her clear pupils, and once again, it took no effort to seize all her mind.

"Mengyin, what's wrong?" Danping stepped forward, anxiously grabbed one of her slender white wrists, and took her back from the other person who was still lost.

When Mengyin reacted again, she found that she had already returned to that familiar embrace.

"What's wrong? My face is so bad, where is it uncomfortable?"

He didn't care about the sharp eyes that were about to shoot him to death the next moment. At this moment, Danping could only see the pale pretty face and the dense little sweat beads on her forehead. In the shining sunlight, he stabbed his eyes and his heart.

"It's okay." She greedily absorbed the warmth in his arms, and all the bitterness of these days fermented at this moment. At this moment, she just wanted to lean on the only embrace she wanted to vent.

But the next second, scenes flashed into her mind—

A foreign girl with blue eyes snuggled in his arms, and he held her so tightly.

At the entrance of the hospital, he was violent and indulgent towards himself, his ruthless righteousness, and his bloodthirsty and evil eyes, as if he wanted to kill her, she was rubbed into smoke and rubbed into ashes...

She pushed him away without mercy, with coldness and determination.

"I'm fine, I don't need Mr. Song to care."

She walked to the other handsome face without any nostalgia, pulled up the hand tenderly, and said gently and coquettishly: "Haoxuan, I'm a little hungry, let's go there to eat!"

Then, he leaned his head on Haoxuan's shoulder like a spoiled person.

"Okay, let's go!" A touch of self-deprecating bitterness and helplessness emerged. Haoxuan understood that she was acting, acting for him, and also acting for "him", and most importantly, acting for herself.

And he had no choice but to help her and help him perform the scene. I hope that the play will come true in the end.

Liyingshuang walked past Danping's side.

The blue veins on the back of the hand have already protruded, and the graceful knuckles are wafting with a decaying blue-gray color.

Danping suddenly had the urge to yell. Damn, what great thing did he do to turn her into this? Can't she hear her heart being stomped by her steps?

"The auction is about to begin, let's go there!" It was Ao Lan.

Huixia's pupils were full of struggle, and Ao Lan finally understood the reason why Danping was unstable these days.
Chapter completed!