Beijing Circle｜The cruel noble man vs. The cold and weak female doctor
On the day they broke up, Xu Zhixue sat on the balcony railing with her legs swung out of the window. Downstairs was the three-story villa lawn, green and sunny.
She called Zhao Yuming: "Where are you? Come back now."
Zhao Yuming was at the undercurrent of the banquet: "Baby, there is a meeting, what's going on?"
"Come back now." Xu Zhixue said calmly.
Zhao Yuming patiently comforted him: "We're in a meeting, baby. If anything happens, can I go home later and talk about it?"
He was careful, but Xu Zhixue's heart was already dead: "If you don't come, I will jump off the building."
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They were together for eight years.
She comes from a poor family, but Zhao Yuming is the proud son of heaven in the capital.
They fell in love, and there were girls like her around him.
She knew what those people said behind their backs - "I followed so and so."
But she was naive and arrogant, thinking that she was different, because Zhao Yuming always held her hand and told others openly: "This is my girlfriend, the little ancestor of our family."
This is what he said, and he also did this. For eight years, he took care of her in every possible way, and she could pick off the moon in the sky.
But just when she thought they were going to stay like this for the rest of their lives, he was getting married.
With others.
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Do you want a king or a beauty? This is a problem.
But Zhao Yuming never hesitated.
There are many women, but what he wants is overwhelming power.
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A few years later, Xu Zhixue was getting married, but he rushed all the way from Beijing, his gloomy face full of cruelty: "Xiaoxue, I don't agree."
Xu Zhixue chuckled softly: "Mr. Zhao, I have long admired your name. Now you can have the wind and rain. I am thirty years old and I am already old."
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Intention: Love is inextricable, but we must also respect ourselves.
