"Gu Xingyao, don't hide... Look at me."
The wedding candy at the engagement party failed to kill her, but it completely tore off the mask of perfect fiancé Zhou Ye. On the third day after waking up in the hospital, Gu Xingyao received a video from an unknown number - in the video, Zhou Ye was tenderly kissing the side of another woman's neck.
Before she came to the door, Jiang Nianchu, her always cool and dignified rival who had been fighting with her for ten years, walked straight into her ward carrying a brown paper bag.
"Let's talk?" Jiang Nianchu threw the paper bag on the bedside, and the photos that slid out were astonishing in size, and the protagonist was without exception Zhou Ye. "Don't you want revenge? I'll help you."
Gu Xingyao raised her eyes and looked into the bottomless eyes of the other party: "When did Mr. Jiang start doing charity?"
Jiang Nianchu suddenly leaned over and brushed the unhealed wound on the corner of her lips with his cold fingers. His breath was warm: "It's never charity." Her voice was low, like a lover's whisper, "I just can't stand others touching my things."
They became inseparable. Have dinner together, go to dinner together, and play the subtle relationship of enemy and friend in front of countless flashing lights. Jiang Nianchu would take the goblet away from her hand, replace it with warm water, and "accidentally" brush her wrist with his fingertips; he would pull her close to her on the dance floor, his palm close to her back, his lips almost brushing against her earlobe, but he said the coldest plan: "That shell company under his name will explode tomorrow."
Only Gu Xingyao knew the turbulent undercurrent under this "alliance". Whenever Zhou Ye tried to get closer, Jiang Nianchu would always appear at the right time and stop her behind him. At a banquet terrace, Jiang Nianchu blocked her in the shadows, her skirts were intertwined, and her breathing could be heard.
"Did you let him touch you?" Jiang Nianchu's voice was low and hoarse, with an imperceptible tremor. "In what capacity is Mr. Jiang interfering?" Gu Xingyao asked. The other party was silent for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head, his soft lips almost touching her collarbone, but in the end he could only restrain himself from letting out a hot sigh that fell on the side of her neck. "As... I think about how to kill him every night so that I can completely snatch you away."
# Enemyturned-lover # vengeance scum #doubleAconfrontation #extremeambiguouspull She thought it was a tacit use, but it had already become the opponent's step-by-step strategy. This time, the scumbag is just a tool to sacrifice the flag, and they have to bet their sincerity and desires in the false alliance.
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Small Theater
Financial reporter: "Mr. Jiang, you and Ms. Gu have been photographed together many times. Are you planning a major cooperation?" Jiang Nianchu looked at the camera expressionlessly: "Personal interests have nothing to do with her." Gu Xingyao chuckled into the live broadcast microphone: "Mr. Jiang recently even has to control which glass of red wine I drink." Jiang Nianchu leaned closer to her headset and spoke in a low but clear voice: "Come to my room tonight, the wine and I are all under your control." Zhou Ye collapsed while watching the live broadcast: "So why on earth did my fiancée and my Bai Yueguang... Want to kill me together???"
Purpose: Women's self-awakening