"Young Master Ye, please stop. Let's not get involved in this matter anymore. You and Fu Yiyun don't have any blood feud, so why are you always biting him?"

Ye Shaoan slowly opened his eyes, with a terrifying anger in his drunken eyes.

He sneered: "There is no blood feud, but who told the couple to offend me? I, Ye Shaoan, have always been determined to retaliate. If I don't fight and make them ruined and miserable, how can I feel happy in my heart?"

What's more, because of them, I was scolded by the old man many times, and even my power in the Ye family was taken away. This time, defeating Fu Yiyun is a perfect opportunity for me to stand up in the Ye family. I must let the old man deal with it.

I’m impressed!”

"But......"

"That's enough, drive!"

Ye Shaoan drank coldly, closed his eyes and ignored her.

An Xiaoyue looked at his arrogant and handsome face sadly.

He is aggressive and aggressive, and he will retaliate.

But has he ever thought about her?

Just because of this grudge between them, she was forced to betray her best friend.

Did he ever think that she would be sad or in pain?

hehe......

That's right, she is nothing in his heart.

She was just a chess piece for him, a bed-warming tool that would come and go when he waved it around.

How could he possibly think about her?

My heart ached and my stomach ached.

She raised her head and took a deep breath, a look of determination flashed in her eyes.

This time, she must make up for her mistakes.

Regardless of whether Xiaoyu will forgive her or not, she will do something for Xiaoyu.

In the early morning, the air in the mountains is particularly fresh.

The halo of the sunrise is so beautiful that you can't take your eyes away.

Wen Jing stared at the slowly rising sun for a moment, and the bad mood in her heart finally dissipated.

She leaned forward slightly and looked at Lu Yanyu in the car.

One night.

She just sat in the car all night without making a sound or crying or making a fuss.

The calmness on that face is worrying.

She wished she could cry loudly, that might make her feel better.

Xiao Qi slept on a rock at the foot of the mountain all night.

When I woke up, my hair and shirt were all wet with dew.

My body was wet and smelled of sweat.

He sat up and tugged on his collar in disgust.

After a while, he looked at Wen Jing, who was leaning on the car.

"Get my clothes in the trunk."

A commanding tone!

Wen Jing ignored him.

Xiao Qi frowned gloomily and wanted to yell at her, but seeing the desperate look on the other woman's face in the car, he suppressed his temper.

He changed his tone.

"Bring me the clothes."

Wen Jing then went around to the trunk and took out his black backpack.

She took a few steps toward the man and threw her backpack to him.

Xiao Qi caught the backpack.

Seeing that woman so far away, as if she hated his aura, he suddenly felt unhappy.

Seeing the woman turning around and leaving, Xiao Qi said coldly: "Come here!"

"What?"

Wen Jing turned around and asked him with a frown.

"Come here! I have something serious to tell you."

Xiao Qi repeated again, then threw his backpack on the stone and took out his clothes from it.

Wen Jing glanced at him a few times, fearing that he really had something serious to say, so she walked over anyway.

Wen Jing stood one meter away from him. She asked him impatiently, "What's going on?"

"Come closer."
Chapter completed!