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She worked hard to be a substitute for the real daughter of the Mu family.
The girl's lips were as red as cherry, and her heart ached like a knife: "Baby, if I weren't Miss Mu, would you still like me?"
There was something she couldn't understand in Xiao Yi's cold jawline, like the thick moisture in the heavy rain. His voice was deep and magnetic: "Miss Mu, it's just a business marriage, there's no need to get too dramatic."
... Such a dog, why didn't she notice it before?
Calm, self-possessed and dignified, secretly watching your top idol
Currently writing: "Sleeping Together"
She had been working as a vase for a wealthy family for so long, without any credit but hard work, but what awaited her was the termination of the contract.
Pei Muye's voice was as clear as a cold spring: "Miss Zhao, let's break up."
In this Hong Kong city where there are as many wealthy people as stars, the crown prince of the Pei Group can always hold the C position. He is born with a sense of oppression, coldness and alienation. The Zhao family is just a nouveau riche, a down-and-out socialite. They are people from different worlds.
Zhao Xingxing stayed humble and became the woman behind the proud man in the eyes of thousands of people.
Everyone said that popular female stars would do whatever it takes to get the upper hand. Only Zhao Xingxing knew that Pei Muye's rare tenderness was very much like the boy she remembered, the proud son of heaven? Long-term meal ticket?
If it weren't for the person who had been hiding in her heart for a long time, begging her, she wouldn't be willing to be with him.
At two o'clock in the morning, Zhao Xingxing began to have the same dream again. The young man walked towards her with a smile. She kept waiting on the rainy spring night, but the young man never once crossed the crowd and came to her side. She sank into the endless nightmare.
The door was pushed open.
"Who is there?" Zhao Xingxing couldn't tell.
The figure in the dream overlapped with the person in front of her, and he had already arrived at her bedside after some hesitation.
Pei Muye, wearing a windbreaker, looked at her coldly: "Did you have a nightmare?"
Zhao Xingxing avoided his touch and looked at him warily: "Pei Muye, stop playing around, I will still find a partner in the future!"
The night falls slowly.
Pei Muye's eyes were filled with drowning tenderness. He hugged her and stood up: "Miss Zhao, I know you have been hurt by others, but you will always get married. If you want to find a focus to train first, you can consider me."
"???"
She thought she was just looking for a substitute, but she fell in love with the substitute.
Intention: Hold on to your dream, maybe it will come true?