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Chapter 562 Dongyue Chapter (6) Can't give up

She is 25 years old.

25 years old is a watershed for a woman, her youth has been cut off, and she will no longer be young from now on.

This morning Zhao Ningyue asked Pei Zhengdong if she wanted to celebrate her birthday with her. It is undeniable that when she asked this question, she had some expectations.

At that time, he just glanced at her and didn't speak.

At noon, he replied to her, saying yes.

Hearing him say yes, she couldn't describe the joy at that moment, but now, all expectations were finally shattered because he didn't come.

Jiang Chunhe held Zhao Ningyue's hand, feeling really worthless for Zhao Ningyue, "Yueyue, why don't you stay with me tonight and stop waiting for that man."

Jiang Chunhe said, looking at Shen Chaosheng's face, he was obviously reluctant.

Zhao Ningyue came back to her senses, "Forget about Chunhe, I won't bother you and Teacher Shen."

"I have a redundant property under my name, and no one lives there. If you don't mind, I can take you there." Shen Chaosheng said.

"No need, Mr. Shen, it's too much trouble for you."

"Oh, Yueyue, don't bother me! You just have to live well."

Under Jiang Chunhe's repeated request, Zhao Ningyue nodded.

……

Zhao Ningyue saw Pei Zhengdong again three days later.

At that time, she was simply ordering a bowl of noodles in the kitchen, when a voice came from behind——

"When did you live in Jiang Chunhe's house?"

Turning around, I realized it was him.

It came in quietly, without any movement, which made people feel a little flustered.

She stared at him who was always dressed in white, clean, and under that gentle face, there was a bloodthirsty and dark heart hidden.

His mind was very heavy, just like now.

There was not much expression on his face, not a trace of guilt, and he kept silent about the fact that he let her dove on her birthday.

Zhao Ningyue pursed her lips, pretending to forget that day, and replied indifferently, "I moved in three days ago."

"Oh?" Pei Zhengdong sneered, "Jiang Chunhe is your best friend, and Shen Chaosheng is Du Zhendong's best brother. It would be best if you could live in Jiang Chunhe's house."

Zhao Ningyue frowned, thinking of Chunhe's kindness to her, she felt a little strange in her heart.

"You'd better let me do other things. The task of living in Shen Chaosheng's house is a bit difficult for me."

The corners of Pei Zhengdong's eyes seemed to evoke a look of disdain.

"In that case, then you should seduce that guy Du Zhendong again."

"What?!" Zhao Ningyue was taken aback.

"Last time I was exposed in front of him. He hated me when he mentioned my name. Let alone seduce, it would be difficult for me to get into him."

"How do you know that he hates you so much? Men are creatures that forget when they look back. Besides, you can beg for mercy, win his sympathy, and let him let you go."

For Zhao Ningyue, this was a difficult matter, but Pei Zhengdong said it calmly!

What kind of person is he? Since he could bear to stand on the sidelines, why did he save her in the first place? !

"You choose one of these two options, or get out. Anyone who doesn't do anything for me is my enemy."

After saying that, he left.

The pure white figure disappeared into the corner, hidden without a trace, making it impossible to see again.

Zhao Ningyue frowned, and the time half a year ago came to mind...

"Isn't that what you want?"

He didn't feel sorry for her at all, that was Zhao Ningyue's first and last time so far, and it was her most painful time.

Now, is history repeating itself?
Is it really worth giving everything for Pei Zhengdong?
She fell into a deep thought, there was no light ahead, she was surrounded by large swathes of darkness, and she couldn't find an exit.

until--

Zhao Ningyue came out of the kitchen and saw a small cake on the coffee table.

The tears accumulated at that moment have burst.

She stared at the cake and cried uncontrollably.

This was the reason why she couldn't give up on Pei Zhengdong.

……

bar.

5 minutes ago, Du Zhendong dumped another woman here, tired of it.

It's not that I haven't thought about it, but I have to calm down, ask for a wife and live in peace and stability.

But who made him a prodigal son?

A prodigal son has been unrestrained for too long, and he has almost forgotten what sincerity is.

The dance floor next to it presents a scene of luxury and luxury, and the men and women in the night are venting the pressure of the day.

This was originally his home field, how could it be possible without his participation.

Du Zhendong took off his coat and threw it aside, and slipped into the center of the dance floor in a black shirt.

He has a muscular body, broad shoulders and narrow abdomen, with strong muscles and powerful holes. Coupled with that majestic and resolute face, the women around him screamed frequently.

Many were eager to try, and stepped forward to share their dancing skills, trying to attract Du Zhendong's attention, but——

Those women who danced with Du Zhendong were all defeated. It was really impossible to dance with Du Zhendong.

At night, it is Du Zhendong's home court.

Until a woman wearing a fox mask suddenly appeared on the dance floor.

She was wearing a rose red long dress, her skin was not too fair, but her lines were well-proportioned and smooth, her bare waist did not show a trace of fat, and her two slender and straight legs slid like snakes.

Her dancing posture is graceful, pure dance steps, but with unspeakable enthusiasm, the audience boiled instantly!
"Dance king and queen tonight, let's have a moment!"

The King of Dance refers to Du Zhendong.

After the dance, there is this woman wearing a fox mask whose face cannot be seen clearly.

A man's chest is hard, while a woman's is soft. In a contest of dance skills, it is unknown who will seduce whom first.

The black hair fluttered around, and the woman had a scent of orchids, which was faint but very familiar.

Du Zhendong's eyes flashed, he reached out and clasped the woman's slender waist into his arms.

There were screams at the scene one after another.

When the other women posted it just now, the man didn't respond and just danced to himself. Now that the fox mask was posted, Du Zhendong directly moved.

At the hottest moment, Du Zhendong took the woman with his hook and left the dance floor directly, leaving only a swaying back.

Open the door.

In the dim box, the lights were not turned on, and the sound of breathing could be vaguely heard.

"Is Mr. Du really in such a hurry?"

Du Zhendong didn't speak, his eyes looked at the person in front of him momentarily.

There was charm in the corners of her eyes, the face of a fox, and he raised his hand, trying to take off her mask.

"Hey——" the woman pressed his hand, smiled, and suddenly leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth.

"Isn't it more tempting to be invisible?"

Hearing this, Du Zhendong narrowed his eyes slightly, and curled his lips into a teasing smile.

"You are right."

He clasped her slender waist with his big hands and led her directly onto the bed.

The beauty of a room.

(End of this chapter)