C68 Joy like a god 7

"Qu Cunzi, you are not sincere to me!"

He was anxious to the point that his entire body was covered with thorns. Sincerity, sincerity, he was a million points of sincerity.

Was it really that important if the old man came to attend the wedding? It's you and me who are married, not to the old man — but Yue Ming had already pushed him out of the way and slammed the door shut.

"Yue Ming …" Open door... "Yue Ming …"

There was no sound from inside.

"Good, good, good …" I promise you, I'll do my best to convince the old man to come back … Yue Ming … Do you hear me? "

Still no one opened the door.

Inside, the woman sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette. Her posture was so beautiful, her entire being was like the first red plum blossoming in winter. Cold and elegant, her arrogance and the fragrance she exuded assailed people's hearts … However, who knew the helplessness and despondency in her eyes?

She had already lost a lot.

But what was it?

Who could afford what she wanted?

Qu Cunzi! Qu Cunzi!

He loved her so much that she was bruised... Home gone, husband hurt, marriage broken... His great future was gone … Now, he could only curl up within this small world and enjoy the luxury he provided … It was like a golden silkbird with its wings cut off.

He pulled open the drawer and found that it was filled with the Scots Manor deed and the small private jet. There was even a luxury yacht... and a lot of jewelry, and bonds...

Indeed, she would never be able to earn these things in her life.

Indeed, Qu Cunzi was much more generous than Wang Congke.

Wang Congke was entirely reliant on his family, with a few elders holding power above him. He was also an experienced man, and did not have a large amount of money for his girlfriend to spend. Sometimes she even leaned against him.

As for Qu Cunzi, because he was the only son, he was known by the industry as a business prodigy, accumulating tens of billions of dollars … He was known as the little millionaire.

The thing was, she knew that Qu Cunzi was simply relying on the Old Master to support him.

The old man did his utmost to support him, giving him a good image of being able to build his own business.

Essentially, he was not much stronger than Wang Congke. He was just another young master of a brothel.

Love him? That she, Jiang Yueming, would love him, Qu Cunzi? Is that possible?

She took a long drag on her cigarette and burst into tears.

Outside the window, it was drizzling.

The door was still ringing, "Yue Ming... Yue Ming … Please, open the door... "Open the door, listen to me …"

By then, it was already late at night. He had been standing in the rain for hours.

She blew a smoke ring and felt bored. Men were really cheap when chasing women.

"Yue Ming …" Yue Ming … Listen to me... "I love you …"

I love you! When a man wants you, he loves you. To your meat. His body had lost all interest. How much of his love could he possibly have?

She went to the window and saw the man standing in the cold rain, soaked to the skin.

"Qu Cunzi, you better not play any tricks. Let me tell you, if the old man does not come to attend the wedding, do not even think about me marrying you!"

She was acting a bit fast. Feel.

This was his bottom line.

She knew. He couldn't call his old man. He didn't even have the guts to say this: If he angered the old tutor again, he was afraid his position would fall apart.

But, if this old man did not appear, what honorable young mistress of Qu Family could she be? This old man was only such an only child, to actually hide from such a huge matter like marrying his son and wife, what honor did she have?