my billionaire ex-husband

"Have you read this proposal? Is there any problem?" Secretary He reminded.

"No problem." Imson picked up his pen, flamboyantly signed his signature vigorously and eye-catchingly, "Make me a cup of espresso."

"Yes, Boss Yi worked overtime and stayed up late last night, didn't he have a rest?"

Always rigorous, he was absent-minded several times in the morning, always unconsciously thinking of that dream.

Xia Mumian's personality, behavior, and the feelings it brings him are all too similar to Jing Ranran five years ago.Many times, he has the illusion that they are the same person as if they have gone back in time. [

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A few days later, the morning in S City, China

The morning sun is like blood, and the beautiful scenery is scattered.

Xiao Yize stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, shaking the wine glass in his hand, the red wine smelled mellow.

Even he himself admires that he is still in the mood to watch the sunrise.

"She's getting married soon, and she's in church now." Mo Ziyi said calmly, "You can stop her."

The slender figure did not move.

"It will be too late if you don't go, don't you regret it?"

"..."

She added: "Actually, I have already been obstructed by others. I will expose your lies and tell Mr. Yi the truth."

The man turned around suddenly, his eyes were extremely gloomy: "Have you thought about the consequences of doing this?"

"I can bear any consequences," Mo Ziyi raised her head, "For you, I will do anything..."

The wine glass was crushed in his hands, and he grabbed the shards and lowered them to her neck.

With a light swipe on the white and tender neck, blood flowed down.

Mo Ziyi didn't know the pain: "Since they all came to China, the city she lives in doesn't dare to win her back. The Xiao Yize I know is not such a man."