The Queen of Gossip

"Don't panic, support me, I'll be there soon!" Hanging up the phone, Luo Xichen stepped on the accelerator abruptly, with an extreme tail flick, the motor increased to 3000c, and flew away in the direction of the ruins palace group.

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Su Wanqing pushed open the gorgeous glass door of the Milan Townhouse Galleria Hotel, and under the guidance of the waiter, got on the elevator.At the same time, he called Xiao Yan and reported that he was safe.

When the elevator went to the 18th floor, Su Wanqing stepped out. The house number of her room was 1807, and Chu Zihan lived next door.

The ground covered with velvet orange carpet is very comfortable to walk on. The corridor is very spacious, about ten meters long, and the length is endless. Therefore, every 30 meters, there will be a stone sculpture of the Renaissance era standing upright.

Walking to the door of Room 1807, the room card flashed on the doorknob, and the door opened in response.Just as he was about to enter the door, he heard the whispers of a pair of men and women not far from diagonally opposite.

That voice was very familiar.

"Brother Zihan, really, there are so many people along the way that I can't get too close to you." This is a coquettish and slightly hoarse female voice.

Her timbre is very special. Su Wanqing remembered it only once. She was the runner-up of Princess X, Chu Hong, known as the enchanting wild rose.

Su Wanqing's impression of this girl was not bad. Although she was born in the market, her father was a member of the underworld, and she was born with a ruffian temperament, but she had a rare true temperament.

Unexpectedly, Chu Hong and Chu Zihan are actually a couple.

"It's not like you don't know, although I sit far away, I always think of you." Chu Zihan's magnetic voice sounded so provocative at the moment, "It's not good to stand outside, come in and talk Let's talk."

Su Wanqing was startled, afraid that the two of them would come out from behind the stone sculpture and see him, so he hurried into the house and locked the door from the inside lightly.

She breathed a long sigh of relief, and she didn't want to witness this kind of adultery again.

In the V8 of the Night Angel four years ago, scenes are still fresh in the memory, almost become shadows.

Su Wanqing walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, opened the intricately patterned curtains, stretched out her head, and stared at Luo Xichen's pitch-black Bugatti Veyron until he left.

The wind picked up, and Wan Qing wielded a few strands of messy hair, and the corners of her lips evoked a faint smile.Cherry lips parted slightly, like April Yingxue: "Luoxichen, I see you again."

"very nice--"

The night was very quiet, and what kept mumbling was the thoughts of thoughts and silent blessings.

That night, Su Wanqing had a dream. In the dream, she opened the mailbox, and many envelopes flew out like snowflakes. She opened them one by one, and each one was blank.

Why?Why didn't you send her a letter?

Why?Why is there no letter from that boy?

She was desperately tearing it apart, desperately trying to find the traces left by the boy, until at the end, she woke up in tears.

After waking up, the dream was still so clear, Su Wanqing didn't understand why she was eager to find the letter written by the boy.

Who was that boy and what letter did he write?All unknown.

Confused, Su Wanqing pulled back the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the early morning light shone on the glass, radiating a luster like glass.