"Xu Ruyuan, what you call 'something' is to watch the fireworks with Zhu Ma?" Pei Jingming clutched his phone while the roses withered behind him.
She sneered: "It's just an anniversary, why are you being pretentious?"
After eight years of hard work turned into a joke, he turned around decisively: "We are done."
The next day, Xu Ruyuan was drunk and knocked on the door: "Go and make hangover soup! I forgive you!"
But he just said indifferently: "Do it yourself."
When she fabricated the "nurture scandal" in an attempt to destroy him, Yan Xinlan stood up and said: "The truth requires evidence, not lies."
At the press conference, Xu Ruyuan burst into tears: "He ruined eight years of my youth!"
Pei Jingming faced the camera and threw out the transfer records: "Who sucked whose blood?"
Public opinion reversed, and she panicked: "Jing Ming, I was wrong..."
He took Yan Xinlan, who was elegant and firm beside him, and his eyes were icy: "Your regrets should have been reserved for your past self."
The roses are withered, the bamboo horses are strangers, and the late love is worthless than grass. And he rose from the ashes and gave his sincerity to those who deserved it.
