President Hunting Love is too fierce

My heart trembled so that my body trembled too, like a leaf trembling in the wind, lonely and helpless.

Is it necessary to humiliate her like this even if she does it ugly?

She never asked him for help, did she?

"It's true." Ye Chuqing forced a smile.

With trembling hands, enduring the severe pain in the palms of his hands, he slowly got up from the ground trembling. [

It was obviously a very easy movement, but she found that the short time of getting up was like suffering like hell.

The feeling of those glass piercing into the flesh again is nothing but pain.

She didn't even dare to hum.

After standing still, she immediately lowered her hands and clenched them into fists.

Because the palm was cut to bloody flesh, it was too easy to be spotted, and it would be embarrassing to be seen by others.

Lest others think that she is using her injured hand to win sympathy.

The bare soles of the feet were also pierced by the glass.

She barely stood still, suppressing her trembling body in pain.

He bowed deeply and politely, full of apologies.

"I'm sorry, all the guests. I lost my manners after drinking and disturbed everyone's interest. I will leave first."

It took a lot of effort to say this without a trembling voice.

Ye Chuqing breathed a sigh of relief, bit her lip and lowered her head, enduring the pain in her feet, and limped away slowly.

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Walking out of the banquet, the cold wind blew on her body, making her shiver.

Looking at the blank eyes, but suddenly don't know where to go.

Mo Fengya told her to get out, and the Mo family's villa cannot go back.

It is even more impossible for the Ye family to go back.

Ye Chuqing couldn't help laughing wryly, the world is so big, there is no room for her.

This is a villa halfway up the mountain, another property owned by Mo Fengya. [

Ye Chuqing came out of the villa, huddled up, and walked down the mountain barefoot.

It was so cold, so cold, it was too cold for her to stand in a dress.

She huddled tightly, wondering where she should go.

Unable to figure it out, she couldn't help being extremely vulnerable, tears streaming down her face.

But the palms really hurt.

She had to squat under the street lamp, borrowing the dim light.

The left hand was completely covered in blood and flesh, and the thin fragments of the wine glass were pierced on it, which was shocking.

The right hand was better, not as badly injured, but it was still covered in blood.

After weighing it, she decided to remove the glass in her left hand first with her right hand.

Enduring the severe pain, she shook her right hand and pulled out the glass shards stuck in her palm one by one.

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no more today