Jun Zhiyuan's car had already driven far away, and Chu Qingxiao was so angry that she stamped her feet on the spot. When had she ever been treated like this? Who wouldn't hold her in the palm of her hand?

It's a pity that none of those people are Jun Zhiyuan, and all of them combined are not worth Jun Zhiyuan alone. Only Jun Zhiyuan turns a blind eye to Chu Qingxiao. Maybe those who are less than are the best. Chu Qingxiao is guilty, but I just like Jun.

Jiyuan, there is no way,

Watching Jun Zhiyuan's car disappear from her sight little by little, she stared in that direction fiercely, and she swore that one day that man would belong to her, and that man would also fall under her pomegranate skirt.

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It was just a matter of time, but Chu Qingxiao had forgotten the time? She had spent several years and still couldn't capture Jun Zhiyuan.

Chu Qingxiao recited Yan Mixin's name in her heart again, then turned and left the parking room. In fact, she didn't want to buy anything, she just wanted to stay with Jun Zhiyuan.

Now that she had no chance, she turned around and returned to Junyuan. In fact, she had to blame herself. She had evil intentions and wanted to harm Mixin. She wanted to see Jun Zhiyuan yelling at Mixin,

It's a pity that her calculation was wrong. She didn't know that the co-pilot of Jun Zhiyuan's car these days belongs to Yan Mixin, and only Yan Mixin has sat in that seat. It is exclusive to Yan Mixin.

Originally, Jun Zhiyuan had no intention of not taking Chu Qingxiao with him. The mistake was that Chu Qingxiao should not have plotted against Yan Mixin at this time to keep him waiting. He hated waiting for people the most, but Chu Qingxiao just made this mistake.

Yan Mixin in the car was still the same as before. Tears finally burst out of her eyes and kept flowing. She felt very wronged and wanted to stop crying, but she couldn't stop it.

Tears flowed into a river, and finally gathered into the sea,

Yan Mixin sobbed softly. Jun Zhiyuan was very irritable when he heard Yan Mixin's cry for some reason, but he couldn't find the reason himself.

Jun Zhiyuan does not hate women's tears, it has no effect on him at all. He will choose to look at her with cold eyes, wait for her to stop crying, and then ask coldly: "Is the play over?"

But today he was so out of control, as if there were thousands of ants crawling in his heart, wanting to vent, but not knowing how to vent.
Chapter completed!