Liang Rong looked at her daughter’s excited appearance, the veins on her forehead bulging.
She said bitterly, "Just now you were saying your brain was sharp, how co in the blink of an eye you’re as dull as a pig? Even if it was her who did it, so what? You were the one who first lied about your leg being broken. Do you think they’ll sympathize with you? No, they’ll think you deserve it!"
Zhuang Chujiao stared blankly at Liang Rong, no, how could this be, Dad always favored her...
Seeing her still unaware look, Liang Rong poured another basin of cold water.
"You think it’s that brat who did it? She doesn’t have that kind of ability?"
Zhuang Chujiao looked at her, instinctively asking, "Then who is it?"
"Do I even need to say?" Liang Rong said sowhat impatiently.
Zhuang Chujiao’s expression gradually fell, sobbing, "Why, why would he treat like this, am I not better than that bitch in any way!"
Seeing her pain, Liang Rong seed to see her forr self.
Her heart suddenly harbored a pleasure mixed with endless resentnt, "It’s not the man’s fault, but the woman who bewitched him. Only by winning him, stepping that woman beneath your feet, can you find happiness."
Zhuang Chujiao seed not to hear, lying on the bed crying incessantly.
Upper City, Mu Yan’s event ended by noon.
As soon as she entered the dressing room, she couldn’t wait to call Jiang Jingheng, but didn’t expect he was already in the parking lot.
She asked in shock, "Why are you here?"
"Okay, I’ll co down right away." Mu Yan hung up the phone smilingly, her face full of sweetness.
Beside her stood a female model who attended the event with Mu Yan, leaning over and saying, "Smiling so flirtatiously, it’s obvious that was a call from your boyfriend."
Mu Yan gave her a smile, not denying it, changed her clothes, and left.
In the parking lot, she imdiately recognized Jiang Jingheng’s car and quickly got in.
"How co you have ti to pick up today?" Mu Yan asked.
"Wanted to see you." Jiang Jingheng looked at her tenderly.
He was always so direct, Mu Yan’s face ward slightly, she glanced at him coquettishly, saying, "I wanted to see you too."
Jiang Jingheng’s handso face instantly blood into a smile, warm and charming like the spring sunshine, but she imdiately followed with, "Because I have sothing to ask you."
Seeing Jiang Jingheng looking at her expressionlessly, as if saying, I’ll watch your performance, I won’t say a word.
Mu Yan felt bored, pouted her lips, "You’re getting more and more unromantic."
Jiang Jingheng raised his eyebrows, "Unromantic?"
He leaned close, holding Mu Yan’s cheeks, forcefully demanding her to look at him, "Then how about going ho now?"
His warm breath fell on her face, a scent unique to him invaded her nostrils, looking at his handso face, her brain stalled for a mont.
"Go... go ho for what?"
Jiang Jingheng raised his eyebrows, "Didn’t you want romance?"
Mu Yan instantly understood his aning, feeling both shy and angry, reached out directly to pinch his waist, but his clothes were too thick, and her nails too soft, causing her nails to flip backward.
"Ah..." She scread in pain, imdiately checking her fingernails, but a pair of hands grabbed hers faster.
"What’s wrong?"
Mu Yan glared at him sowhat aggrieved, "My nail flipped just now, it hurt like hell."
"My fault." Jiang Jingheng frowned deeply, his fingers gently stroking that injured nail, then placed it in his mouth to suck on, alleviating her pain.
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