Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Fang Jiayin heard the words, his face changed suddenly, his eyes flashed with fierce hatred. Liu Changfu looked at him, and was frightened. He hurriedly changed the topic. "So you have to tell me your plan?"

Fang Jiayin walked to Liu Changfu's side and got to his ear ...

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It was quiet at night, and the doorway of the first door was also quiet, and the sign on the door was shining brightly.

Yan Rusheng and Ming Ansheng walked out of the door side by side and talked while walking.

Suddenly, a woman came out in the dark and stopped in front of them.

Yan Rusheng's face sank, his eyes looked coldly at the weak woman in front of her eyes.

"Ah ... always."

Fang Jiayin wore a white base dress, and a small wine-red leather jacket was set on the outside.

The perfect and beautiful face was touching with neon lights.

However, the faces of the two men in front of them did not show their pity, especially the words, and their expressions were cold.

"Miss Fang, what is it?"

The unfamiliar tone of the pretense is mixed with undisguised disgust.

Fang Jiayin clutched the bag's hand slightly tightly. She looked at Ming Ansheng next to Yan Rusheng, and stopped talking.

Yan Rusheng didn't want to talk to her anymore and raised her feet to leave, Fang Jiayin suddenly called to him, "Asheng ... Can I talk to you alone?"

"Ms. Fang, I seem to have reminded you more than once, call me Mr. Yan or Mr. Yan." Yan Rusheng stopped, his face was cold, and his dark eyes were more disgusting. He said: "Ming Shao is not an outsider , I know everything about him. "

Fang Jiayin nodded, biting her lip, and then opened her mouth again, "Well ... can you borrow a step?"

Yan Rusheng did not rush to answer Fang Jiayin, but instead turned to look at each other with Ming Ansheng, the two looked at each other, and a quick smile flashed in his eyes.

Then Yan Rusheng nodded, and said "Yes."

There was a 24-hour cafe right next to them. They stepped into the cafe and sat down at the corner.

One person asked for a glass of boiling water.

Yan Rusheng leaned her legs and leaned lazily on a soft sofa, watching Fang Jiayin opposite, waiting for her to speak.

Fang Jiayin held the cup and hesitated for a while before he said, "I said to him ... Is it true that the person who reported him is you, is it true?"

Yan Rusheng asked funnyly, "Ms. Fang, are you questioning me? What is it really? What is it really not?"

Fang Jiayin quickly shook his head and explained, "No, no, I didn't mean that."

After that, she glanced quickly at Ming Ansheng beside Yan Sheng. He smiled, his smile was deep, and the irony was obvious.

She held the cup with her hands tightly, trying to restrain her inner shouting self-esteem, still weak, explaining with a trace of crying: "Four years ago, I didn't really do that kind of thing to you, The news was obviously that someone was going to frame me. At that time we were in love, and I didn't have to do that. "

Yan Rusheng sneered, "So you mean, you who had a good night with me that night?"

Behind his cold smile was the anger that rushed to strangle her.

If it wasn't for this woman's illusion, posing as lifelikeness, how could lifelikeness be hurt so much?

He couldn't make up for this life.

Pregnancy, miscarriage, helplessness alone.