C55 Substitute 4

Moreover, he could guarantee that she was in her original costume and definitely not some other celebrity. From chest surgery.

He hadn't known her for more than a year. It wasn't the first time he'd gotten her. However, as if it was never enough, he would always be satisfied when he looked at her like this.

However, he had never been able to see through her emotions.

She rarely laughed.

Like the cold and elegant Bao Si.

Even if he wanted to be the Duke of Fire Beacon's King Zhou You Bo to win beauty. People laughed, but she didn't.

It didn't matter if he gave her gold, silver, jewelry, gorgeous clothes, or a mansion … None of them could win her smile.

Today, after Wang Xingran's farce, the snow had gotten heavier, so she couldn't laugh.

He knew, so he stepped forward and put his arm around her waist.

She had a thin waist of forty centimeters.

It was extremely thin and soft. He could hold it with his palms together.

That was a genuine top-grade water snake.

Every time he held her waist like this, his heart would pound. In fact, her body was emitting a strong fragrance.

This sort of body gave off an incomparably crazy feeling.

For this, he was willing to pay any price.

Therefore, even if she was married, he had to snatch her back, using all means at his disposal to firmly imprison her by his side.

If she wanted to, he could give his all.

If she didn't want to, he would have to give up everything to take over her.

There were so many women in the world, but who told him to fall for just this one?

Back then, she had danced gracefully on the stage of a banquet. Just that one glance had captivated his heart, his city, his world …

In this life, he swore that he would never marry this woman.

In the past life, thousands of women were automatically formatted.

Only one survived.

It was branded into his heart.

He took the best material he could provide, the greatest prosperity, the most extravagant enjoyment … He took it out without hesitation and held it in front of her face, hoping to win her tender smile.

But she wasn't happy.

She had the greatest wealth in the world, and she was still unhappy.

She drank one glass after another.

A lot of nights, drunk.

The wine cup had already become her best friend.

"Yue Ming, I've booked a small plane... "This is for you …"

"Thank you."

She did not refuse his gifts, and she thanked him, but she never smiled.

A plane, a Herm's bag of gold, a ten-carat American diamond ring, none of that was enough to make her happy.

"Yue Ming …" I bought a manor in Scotland... If you don't like it here, I can stay with you for a while … "

He thought she had been stimulated by what was happening here.

After all, there were many unpleasant memories.

However, she shook her head. "No, I really like this big house."

He was a little flattered. "You really like it?"

She said casually, "It's beautiful here."

He suddenly felt a little proud.

Of course it's beautiful here.

It was definitely much bigger and prettier than the Wang family's house.

This is not Hong Kong, and this is not real land.

The huge mansions occupied by some rich people in this vast country overshadowed the dozens of stories of India's ostentatious billionaire.

For example, this garden.

That kind of quaint, small bridge flowing water, traditional China... India's nouveau riche is no match for it.