It turns out that when a person cares enough about another person, he or she will uncontrollably start to care about even gossip that would never have reached their ears before.

Everyone felt that she was not worthy of him.

But she herself had had this thought before, why should she win his favor?

Qiao An lowered his eyes, and a moment of sadness flashed through his eyes. When he raised his eyes after a moment, his emotions had subsided, and his eyes were only clear and clear.

She took out the most aura-rich lipstick in her bag and applied it carefully, as if she were giving herself a layer of indestructible armor.

A cold and charming face was reflected in the mirror, with red lips slightly parted: "Qiao An, don't doubt yourself, you are worthy of his love, and don't doubt his love for you."

As if it were a declaration of war, she spoke every word clearly and forcefully.

Qiao An pushed open the door and walked out, tapping her eight-centimeter high heels on the floor, regaining her confidence and determination.

It's just that the route to this winery is a bit confusing, and Qiao An, who has always had a good sense of direction, actually got lost.

Under the dim light, a familiar figure suddenly broke into Qiao An's eyes.

Kang Jun?

Why was he here? Qiao An couldn't help but chase after him.

I didn't catch up with him, so I wandered around and accidentally entered a wine cellar. Through the large row of wine racks, I vaguely heard a familiar voice.

It seems to be Fang Ziling.

Qiao An didn't want to meet this woman, let alone listen to other people's comments, so she immediately stepped up and prepared to leave.

Just as he took his first step, a familiar and clear voice came into his ears, "Ziling, your brother Jun treats you well, why don't you tell me the truth?"

Qiao An paused in his steps and turned to look in the direction of the wine rack again, as if his eyes were trying to catch the man who was speaking through the rack.

Through the clear wine bottle, Qiao An happened to be able to see a vaguely tall and slender figure.

He has a handsome and handsome face, black and thick hair, and a very familiar voice, but his tone is no longer as humble and polite as usual, but Meng Lang is evil and charming.

It's Kang Jun, but it's not Kang Jun.

Qiao An was stunned, and the next second, her knuckles clenched tightly in her fists and turned white.

She still heard what she shouldn't have heard.

"You've shown me the video of Qiao An. Is there anything else you can't say? Have you forgotten that Brother Jun and you are on the same boat now? Or are you just planning to let that woman Qiao An go?

"Kang Jun's tone seemed a little unruly.

Fang Ziling paused, "Brother Jun, to tell you the truth, I used to really hate Qiao An, but now I feel a little pity for her."

Kang Jun raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Oh?"

"It's just that she looks more like me in Sister Su Mu's clothes. In the final analysis, she is just Brother Mo's chosen substitute, Sister Su Mu's substitute."

"Who is Su Mu?"

"The only woman that Brother Mo loves."

Qiao An couldn't remember how she walked out of the wine cellar. She only felt that the soles of her feet were stepping on freezing ice and snow, and her whole body was chilled to the bone.

Passing by a heavy door, the waiter happened to open it just a crack when he came out.

Through the crack in the door, no one could be seen clearly, but she still caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the back, still as tall and handsome as a pine tree.

And behind his waist, there was a pair of young woman's hands.

And he didn't push her away.


Chapter completed!