[Prying against the wall
"Since he doesn't cherish it, can he still blame me for stealing my love?"
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After learning that Wen Qing was in love with his brother, who was living a life of debauchery, Yu Chonglan, holding a cigarette in his mouth, lazily advised her: "You two are very incompatible, so break up as soon as possible."
She lowered her eyebrows, but was very stubborn: "He is also very good to me."
"Is it nice to be with others?"
The man was smoking a cigarette, and the white mist made his handsome and noble face look even deeper.
"Is that kid trying to repay a favor?"
She still shook her head and said, "Brother, our affairs have nothing to do with you."
He sneered, pressing the cigarette butt into the mud, and looked at her dimly: "But I don't see how you love him."
He is surrounded by wealth, what can't he get? What's more, he also has a very good-looking skin.
His friends laughed at him: "You are a bit promising, but the rabbit doesn't even eat the grass beside its nest."
He disagreed, shook his head and said, don't think of me so dirty, it's not that bad.
Until the black pupils embedded in her foggy eyes struck into his heart: "Can you let me go?"
He, who had always been calm and steady, was confused.
He dug holes, laid nets, was extremely patient, and used all means.
"Did he understand what he was talking about? If not, let me do it."
The nameless vinegar becomes more sour the more you eat it.
He simply overturned the jealousy and lured her into taking the bait: "He's already like this, why won't he come back with revenge?"
"How about talking to me?"
