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This relationship had changed the CEO a lot.

Mature, steady, considerate, meticulous.

But even so, he did not get a sweet love.

Tang Mengyao's mood was downcast as she arrived at the 36th floor unhindered. Her head was slightly lowered and her heart was clogged up.

He ignored the gazes of others and firmly took this step forward. When they walked out of the elevator, the secretaries looked at her in astonishment, but they did not make any sound to stop her. Those pairs of stunned and sympathetic gazes seemed as if they were mocking her for the humiliation she had brought upon herself.

Tang Mengyao felt that she was having trouble breathing, her nose was blocked, and she felt extremely uncomfortable, she wanted to return to the elevator, but the elevator had already ruthlessly closed and she ran down.

He could only turn around and look at the door to the CEO's room, afraid to enter.

Since when had she become so fragile and unconfident? Since the other party was no longer concerned with their friendship, why was she so persistent to not let go?

When Xu Wenfan betrayed her back then, she was very strong. She used her pride to tell him that she would live a better life than him.

But why did this breakup make her afraid, afraid, and uneasy? In his mind, he had always thought about how he would stubbornly fight for their love in the rain. Their friendship was deep and deep, without any falsehood.

But why did everything change in just a few days?

Although Tang Mengyao was worried in her heart, she did not allow herself to retreat. The door was slightly ajar, so she didn't need to do anything to be able to hear the voices inside.

"Jun Li... Why are you so bad? "Is this the office?"

The woman's bashful voice sounded out. There was no need to think too much into what he was breathing to know what they were doing.

The calm Han Junli, although he did not make a sound, but he still used his evil big palm to create even more tricks on Jiang Meilan's body, to make his opponent scream out loud. It was very stimulating.

Tang Mengyao stiffened her hands and forced herself to calm down as she pushed open a few more doors. Her blurry eyes were filled with sadness as she looked over.

A man and a woman intertwined. The man tightly held the woman, his familiar lips blocking her overly open mouth. His palm slid down her snow-white thighs all the way to her roots.

Powerful and domineering possession, just like his personality, full of the wild nature of extreme bathing. The shy voices of a man and a woman entered her ears and stabbed into her heart, causing her to bleed profusely.

Two streams of tears fell down. Without a sound, tears streamed down his face. There was no sound around him, but the moans of a man in love could be heard.

Tang Mengyao stood there for a long time, seemingly unable to affect the two males and females who were currently extremely excited, as though they had completely forgotten about their own realm, as if they had not even noticed Tang Mengyao's appearance.

In the end, he did not have the courage to take another step forward. Tang Mengyao clearly knew that Han Junli was using reality to tell her his choice.

If you don't love her, tell me directly. I won't shamelessly stay by your side and not leave.

But now that Han Junli had said it, not only did he say it, he even clearly told her through her actions. If she rushed out again and made such a ruckus, wouldn't that mean she had no dignity?

In this relationship, she appeared humble and weak, even losing the courage to cry out brazenly. She could only look at the other party pitifully with tears streaming down her face.

Tang Mengyao despised the him now, and felt that his dignity had been trampled on even more by the two in front of him. From the very beginning, it seemed like this was just Han Junli playing a game. When he had it, when he had abandoned her in a cold and heartless way.

She was truly foolish to think that a person like him still had a heart.

Tang Mengyao smiled, it was a smile that was too red, causing the distant Jiang Yi to be unable to bear looking at it. However, even if he couldn't bear it, he still wouldn't be able to take a step forward.

After wiping away the tears in his eyes, Tang Mengyao turned around and left quietly, as if she had arrived here before. With endless pain, she wanted to find a place without people and hide while crying.

Weeping was a huge fool, and every time he did, he would be trampled, torn apart, and abandoned.

And there was nothing she could do but grieve and cry.

After Tang Mengyao left, Han Junli pushed her away with a gloomy face. He opened his mouth and shouted, "Get out!"

Jiang Meilan stood up, her face pale and bloodless, she tidied up her clothes with much difficulty. Seeing Han Junli, who was visibly darker than normal, her voice trembling, she did not dare to make a sound.

He could only look at the door with an aggrieved expression.

She was not an idiot, and it was not as if she did not have a heart. How could she not know what Han Junli had done?

The hand behind her tightened and tightened. She swore to herself that she would use this opportunity to remove the biggest obstacle in her life.

After Tang Mengyao passed away from sadness, she returned to the villa. Looking at the gigantic villa, Tang Mengyao felt so cold and lonely that it seemed like she was the only one left.

Xiao Xue walked over and mocked her leg, causing Tang Mengyao to suddenly chuckle. She lovingly rubbed her head, and said with a choked voice: "You treats me the best … …"

A man's loyalty seems to be far less than a dog's.

After interacting with animals for a long time, one's desire to not leave would rise. But why could a person so easily give up on something so cold-blooded? How could Han Junli be so heartless?

In other words, he had always been a heartless person. A selfish person like him simply didn't understand how to love a person.

Tears for such a heartless man, Tang Mengyao felt that it was not worth it. Wiping away the tears of sadness with his stubborn little hands, he told himself that he could no longer cry. He then swiftly packed up his meager luggage and left the house.

Looking at the villa behind him, Tang Mengyao slightly raised the corner of her mouth that was aching.

Here, she would never come back.

Just as Tang Mengyao left, Han Junli returned. The steward was blabbering on and on again. He really couldn't understand what his master was doing. He cared about him and yet he forced him to leave. He... Why bother?

Han Junli angrily ordered the butler to come out, and he laid on the bed that Tang Mengyao usually slept on, curled up his body, and hugged the blanket in his arms, as if there was still some of her Profound Spirit Qi left on it.

It was so warm and sweet.

But from now on, she would never come back.

The corner of Han Junli's eyes moistened, and tears seemed to be flowing out. Han Junli pulled his head back into the blanket and hid his sadness. He did not want others to know how much damage her leaving would do to him …

Tang Mengyao did not have much money on her, she could only rent a simple and crude house in the suburbs. Even the kitchen and bathroom were public.