After the rebirth I married my nemesis

Chapter 1429 Rong Mian, a native of Jiangcheng, M country, 26 years old, died of: fire

"Beep... The user you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please try again later..."

The cold and mechanical voice repeated over and over again in the phone.

Without giving up, Rong Mian dialed that number again...

beep...

Another long blind tone, suffocatingly cold.

Just when she thought that no one would answer the phone, the phone was connected suddenly, and a deep and pleasant bass came from the other end of the radio wave, "Hello..."

Rong Mian was clutching the phone tightly, the already wet eyes finally couldn't restrain the tears from welling up.

"Speak!" The person on the other end of the phone squeezed out two words impatiently.

"Alan..." she said, her voice was hoarse and trembling, "Are you here?"

"No!" As soon as Alan heard her voice, his voice immediately became icy cold, and every word pierced into Rong Mian's heart through the radio waves like an ice pick, "Rong Mian, I'm tired of playing with you, and I don't want to see you again It's your turn! Please, get out of here!"

Before Rong Mian could speak, he had already cut off the phone.

The beeping busy tone kept echoing in my ears, Rong Mian's white teeth bit her pale lips tightly, and tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, passing through the corners of her mouth and penetrating her soul bitterly.

She sneered in a low voice, and finally let go of the phone with her blood-stained hand.

"Okay, no see..." The crimson lips that were stained with tears were lightly drawn, and the hoarse voice was weak and trembling, "We...don't meet again in every lifetime!"

The flames burning around became more and more intense, the high temperature evaporated the teardrops in the corners of her eyes, but couldn't evaporate the tears in her eyes...

She lay weakly in the firelight, allowing the fire to devour her bit by bit...

Everything was swallowed by the fire and turned into ashes, and the wind blew gently without leaving a trace.

Rong Mian, a native of Jiangcheng, M, died at the age of 26: the fire.

This is the last message she left to this world.

……

Two years later.

In France, a high-end hotel is holding an economic reception.

The radiance, the fragrance of clothes, the shadows of the temples, and the light of the cups are intertwined, and everyone is surrounded by a man with blond hair and blue pupils in a blue dress.

Earl Allen, with a high position and authority, a noble status, and a handsome appearance, added a lot of romance to his legend.

For example, a princess of a royal family fell in love with him and confessed her love in public, or a world supermodel pretended to fall in order to have dinner with him, but unfortunately fell into his arms.

And this distinguished earl is a gentleman and considerate to all women, to be precise - all comers are welcome.

For example, the daughter of a certain consortium came towards him tonight, sticking to his arms as if she had no bones, but he still didn't refuse, and wrapped her arms around her waist.

The two flirted face to face, flirting in public without shy away from it.

Everyone was familiar with the flamboyant earl's style, and they talked calmly without paying too much attention.

The atmosphere of the reception was just right, and suddenly the closed door was pushed open, and a thin and slender figure walked in, attracting everyone's attention inexplicably.

He was wearing a white shirt with cuff buttons on his arms, a black tie, and his long legs were wrapped in straight-pressed trousers.

The cuff buttons were rolled up, revealing a white and slender wrist, as thin as a woman's wrist.

He has a feminine and handsome face, brown pupils, slightly long hair, covering his eyes a little, but he scratched a few times casually, adding a bit of unruly temperament.

"Wow! He's so handsome!" Someone among the guests suddenly sighed.

The people next to him followed suit.

Not to mention women, even the men present were attracted by his handsomeness.

"Who is he? Why have I never seen him?" Someone among the guests asked curiously.

"I don't know... I haven't seen it either, how about you?"

"I do not know either……"

"So it's him..." Someone suddenly said.

The people next to him couldn't wait to ask: "Do you know who he is? Tell me quickly."

"Sell Group!" The man only said four words.

Everyone has dumbfounded faces.

They are aware of the Purcell Group, which is another big chaebol group besides the earl, but they have never heard of such a person in the Purcell Group.

When he walked to the middle of the reception, he was like a superstar, attracting everyone's attention, but he himself was unaware of it, or he was used to it.

The waiter walked up to him with a tray, just looked at him, and his little face blushed instantly.

He picked up the goblet, took a sip of the red wine, and when his Adam's apple rolled, he licked the corner of his mouth...

Small gestures, sexy and charming, revealing yuppie and unruly.

Seeing his move, the daughter in Alan's arms straightened her eyes, her bones grew back, and she was able to stand upright by herself.

If it wasn't for Alan's hand still around her waist, she would have already rushed towards him.

Allen frowned, and his blue eyes narrowed slightly, obviously displeased.

But the woman in his arms is in a nympho madness at the moment, and she doesn't notice it.

The person in charge of the reception stepped forward and greeted him with a smile, "Hi, Mr. Mo, thank you for taking the time to attend my reception..."

"Mr. Norbert, you are welcome! Please allow me to convey the greetings from President Purcell to you!" Her thin lips were pursed, her tongue was slightly curled, and the proficient and beautiful French was filled with romance.

"Then please ask Mr. Mo to send my greetings to President Purcell!" Norbert said politely.

"Mr. Norbert..." A hoarse and unruly voice sounded, Alan let go of the woman beside him, walked over with slender legs, and stared at him with deep eyes, "This yes……"

"Count, please allow me to introduce you, this is the new vice president of Purcell Group, Mr. Mo Nianjun!"

Norbert introduced them, "Mr. Mo, this is Earl Allen!"

Mo Nianjun looked at Allen with brown eyes, and said without humility: "Earl..."

"Mr. Mo looks really...beautiful!" Allen paused deliberately, dragged his voice, and stretched out his hand.

Mo Nianjun glanced at his hands with lowered eyes, and said lightly: "Sorry, I have a cleanliness habit!"

The floating smile on the corner of Allen's mouth froze.

The atmosphere became tense in an instant.

In the entire French high society, no one knew that Earl Allen had a bad temper, and no one dared to offend him or make him unhappy!

But this Mo Nianjun dared to reject Alan's friendship in public.

Norbert immediately smoothed things over with a smile, "Mr. Mo is young and promising, and I believe that the future business world will be dominated by you young people!"

Mo Nianjun's expression was as usual, respectful and polite but also alienated, "Mr. Norbert is over the award, I still have work to do, please allow me to leave first."

Norbert nodded, "Please, Mr. Mo!"

Mo Nianjun nodded, and when he turned around, he didn't even give Alan a wink, but glanced at his female companion, her left eye blinked slightly, and the thin lips that were not as red as a man's were floating with a faint smile.

Seeing Qianjin almost screamed.

Alan's blue pupils squinted slightly as he watched his slender and thin back gradually drift away.

Thin lips parted slightly, "Mo Nianjun, Mo Nianjun...Nianjun..."

Which man do you not miss?

　4000+ I originally wanted to write Rong Mian's rebirth, but then I thought it would overlap with the main text, and I didn't know how to whitewash Ai Lun, the ghostly extra-hero...Compared to Lu Shiyu, he is a scumbag...So the glass heart was mistaken Enter... the ghost knows what I will write the ending... (refer to the last two episodes of my husband coming home soon) let me write freely... you can read it casually, as long as you don't scold me, it's OK... …As for the protagonist, please scold Allen if you are happy, and scold Allen if you are unhappy, thank you for your cooperation o(*￣︶￣*)o
　　
　
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