Flash Marriage Game: The First Lady of the Wealthy

She squeezed the document bag tightly in her hand, and said with a helpless smile, "If I have to accept it to make you feel at ease, then I will accept it, but I won't use a penny of the money in it, because I and God Ling's breakup is not a transaction, if you really feel sorry for me and want to make it up to me, let me leave now with Tangtang, and in the future, no one from your pastoral family will bother me and Tangtang again."

"All I want is a simple life, that's all."

Something seemed to emerge from Mu Fujiwara's eyes, flowing in the bottom of his eyes.

He looked at Tong Caiwei with complex and deep eyes that made it hard to figure out.

Like doubt, like surprise, like appreciation.

but. .She has no way to explore his psychology.

Outside the car window, the rain was still pattering, and the wind was blowing the drizzle, like a pair of lingering lovers.

Drops of raindrops pattered on the car window, and then turned into a crystal trace and slid down.

She suddenly remembered a line of lyrics.

Love is a snowflake that has fallen from the sky and has withered before it bears fruit. Love is a drop of tears that cannot be wiped dry and burned. It has turned to ashes before it solidifies.

Not every love affair will bear fruit.

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In the middle of the night, everything is silent.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, most people have already fallen asleep.

In a red and white villa in the Lushan villa community, it is brightly lit.

"Bitch!"

With a snap, the petite girl fell to the ground.

Half of the pale and haggard face quickly became red and swollen.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his lips.

There was also buzzing in my ears, as if countless bees were vibrating their wings.

She slowly raised her head and looked coldly at the middle-aged woman standing in front of her.

"Little bitch, you dare to look at me like this, I'll let you see, I'll let you see..."

A middle-aged woman in her 30s.

A face is bright and charming, with a domineering expression on it.

She bent down and pulled up the girl on the ground, pinching the girl's next door with her white and tender fingers.

His eyes were ferocious and vicious.

On the sofa next to her, there was a delicate and beautiful girl.

Seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a white silk dress, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, watching the girl being abused with glee.

"I was wrong, I will never dare again, Aunt Wu, please forgive me..."

No matter how strong the girl is, she can't bear it.

She bit her lip tightly, her eyes were red, and she cried and begged the middle-aged woman for mercy.

The middle-aged woman refused to stop, and pinched her even more vigorously.

The more the girl dodged, the more vicious her strikes became.

"Aunt Wu, I was really wrong, Aunt Wu, please forgive me this time, please..."

"Little bitch, let's see if you dare to seduce people in the future..."

The middle-aged woman also seemed to be tired, her face was flushed, and she was out of breath.

After taking a few heavy breaths, she pushed the girl to the ground forcefully.

"Mom, it's so late, let's clean up this little bitch tomorrow, anyway, I'm not in a hurry."

Xia Qiqi stood up from the sofa, with a proud expression like a princess, and walked in front of the girl with graceful steps.

She looked down at the tear-stained, half-faced swollen girl, slightly raised the corners of her lips, and smiled triumphantly, "