Chapter 1

An Xiaoqiao, dressed in a long white dress, is on the beach by the bank. Looking into the distance, she can see a vast expanse of white. The sky and the sea are integrated.

On that day, at the end of the sea, a black Bentley came slowly. With the bleak breeze blowing, the waves were rolling up. From the car came a couple of beautiful people, Yan Xizheng, holding hands with another woman.

The corner of his mouth and the scornful eyes of a woman looking at an Xiaoqiao are deeply engraved into an Xiaoqiao's mind.

She knew that the man in front of her no longer belonged to her.

"Yan Xizheng, are you with this upstart woman just for money?"

An Xiaoqiao's delicate body, shaking unconsciously, points to the proud woman in a red dress. Her tears are not willing to turn in her eyes, but she is stubborn and unwilling to flow out.

Before Yan Xizheng spoke, he just heard a slap

"Your name is little Joe Ann? My Jiang Manqing's face is a mean woman like you? I'm beautiful and rich. How can Yan Xizheng choose you? "

The slap on an Xiaoqiao's face is deeply imprinted and reverberates in her mind. She places her last hope on Yan Xizheng.

Yan Xizheng only frowned, his face could not hide complex emotions, for fear of provoking Jiang Manqing angry, "an Xiaoqiao, I'm just playing with you, the woman I love is Jiang Manqing."

The torrent and turbulent waves beat on the rocks, and the cold sea breeze with an Xiaoqiao's white skirt stretched out a lonely figure.

"I'm just playing with you..."

She didn't know when the two men and women left. She only remembered that this was Yan Xizheng's advertising place when he fell in love with her, and now it was here that the love affair ended.

The receding sea disappeared, as if after a performance.

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Twelve o'clock at night is the time when the night life in Xinghua City is gradually moving towards high tide.

Countless lonely bodies wriggle in Icelandic bars, smoky and hesitant. The shocking subwoofer, accompanied by the loud dance music, wakes up the passion of every boy and girl.

In a fanatical atmosphere, a slim but plain faced woman slowly stood up.

She staggered, holding a bottle, as if she were about to fall at any time.

In front of all let her feel like a dream, an Xiaoqiao drunk roared: "the manager? Find me a cowherd

Said, the hands of the bottle kept waving, such a farce did not attract the attention of others, but the bottle is impartial throw away to one side.

Hua La, debris splash, Ling shaotian bodyguards around lightning like a row.

In the dark corner, the man waved his hand. His eyes were deep through the crowd. He looked at the thin figure in the wine pool and meat forest. The smoke between his slender fingers set him off unfathomably, and the corner of his mouth was cold.

Ling shaotian got up and walked slowly towards the woman. With his steps approaching, he was quiet all around.

In a trance, an Xiaoqiao felt that someone was coming to him. Looking back, he could not help looking forward to it.

Tall body, devil like body, handsome and suffocating face, elegant, burning the air around like fire.

Hilton Hotel.

The luxury presidential suite is filled with the smell of fire, and the hazy moonlight spreads through the windows, which envelops the whole room with a beautiful atmosphere.

……

Through the flocked curtains, the morning sunlight sprinkles on the quietness of the bedroom.

Ling shaotian looked at the woman beside him. Her petite body seemed to be on guard against something and curled up together. Her skin was white, and she seemed to lack the health of frequent sun exposure. Her eyebrows were frowning, like a pitiful girl who had lost her feet.

Ling shaotian's slender fingers unconsciously help her to stretch her eyebrows. At this time, an Xiaoqiao just opens her eyes.

She saw the scene in front of her and quickly hugged the quilt and retreated to one side.

When he realized that he was facing a strange man, Ann Little Joe almost screamed, "who are you?"

Ling shaotian doesn't speak, but her deep eyes are just like staring at a prey.

An Xiaoqiao has a headache. After drinking so much wine for the first time in her life, she shakes her head. Memories come like a tide. When she realizes that the man in front of her is the cowherd she found last night, an Xiaoqiao finally screams.

"Ah

After 25 years, she gave her first job to a cowherd.

"Woman, are you surprised?"

After recognizing the facts, an Xiaoqiao learned from the bitter experience that such a number one must spend a lot of money. He gritted his teeth and took out all the money from his bag and put it on the table.

Ling shaotian leans on the head of the bed and looks at her happy and quick action. Originally, her lazy expression is stained with a look of displeasure. Ling shaotian exudes a faint fragrance from the woman. It's hard for her to restrain herself.

How long has he not been so thorough?

"Is that all?"

Ling shaotian's voice was deep and enchanting, with a sullen voice. In the silence, it exuded a Soul-catching power.

An Xiaoqiao unconsciously stepped back two steps. She was already naked, and her psychological defense line was easily broken. She looked at Ling shaotian with some guilty heart.

Voice just fell, an Xiaoqiao has been trained to wear good clothes, escape also general from the scene.

Ling shaotian clenched his fist and looked at himself in the mirror of the bathroom. His eyes were full of storm.

She simply put herself as a duck to whore, and ran away like the God of plague.

Bang... Ling shaotian smashed the glass in front of him.

Just now the clear sky, suddenly overcast, drizzle pouring down, different colors of umbrellas propped up the loneliness of the city.

An Xiaoqiao's whole body and mind are in a mess. He is just dumped by Yan Xizheng. Just cry for a few days. Why did he do such a ridiculous thing? He waved a taxi and went back to the hospital immediately.

An Xiaoqiao goes out. In the suite of Hilton Hotel, a bodyguard in black stands in front of Ling shaotian.

"Mr. Ling, it's raining..."