The cold and charming wife of the ruthless president

The night is getting darker and the starry sky is bright.

Ye Zhen pushed Shen Qiao's hand away and was about to leave, but Shen Qiao refused, and hugged Ye Zhen's waist tightly, and a pleading voice sounded: "A Zhen, can you stay with me?"

Ye Zhen's eyes deepened, and suddenly she thought of Shen Wanqing's indifferent eyes, and her heart stabbed, she pushed Shen Qiao away: "I have an early flight tomorrow to go to a meeting abroad, which will affect your rest."

The smile on Shen Qiao's face dissipated, and a hint of hatred quickly flashed in her eyes, but soon she let go of Ye Zhen's hand, nodded in disappointment, and pretended to be considerate and agreed: "Well, you have a good rest, I will Obediently wait for your return."

"En." After Ye Zhen finished speaking, she rubbed Shen Qiao's head and left the apartment.

After he left, the ferocity in Shen Qiao's eyes could no longer be hidden, and she smashed all the furnishings in the house with a sullen face.

"Why why! Why do you clearly hate Shen Wanqing but can't let her go! Why do you never want me! Why!"

"Shen Wanqing, you bitch!"

The hysterical roar resounded throughout the house. If it weren't for the good sound insulation, the whole building might be woken up by Shen Qiao.

Tired from smashing, Shen Qiao fell to the ground, pulling her hair unwillingly, comforting herself repeatedly.

"Maybe Ah Zhen just cherishes me too much and doesn't want me to suffer any grievances. Maybe he wants to wait until the day he gives me a title..."

"It must be so...it must be..."

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The storm gradually stopped and the dust settled.

The shooting of "Yulong" has also come to an end, in the studio.

Shen Wanqing changed into a bright red gauze skirt, held the Qingxiao sword in her hand, and stood on the edge of the green screen cliff.

Her blue hair was flying, her red dress was scorching, and her cold and proud face was as beautiful as jade.

Blood was oozing from her lips, and there was strong unwillingness and hatred in her eyes. Zheng Xuanxuan led Han Yichen and other decent people to chase after her. Under the bright sun, that slender figure carried a soul-stirring beauty.

Zheng Xuanxuan couldn't help being jealous, and the hatred in her eyes became more intense.

"Wei Haoyue! It's unacceptable for you to betray your faith and kill your master and abandon your sect! Today I must kill you to avenge the master and the innocent lives that died in your hands!" Zheng Xuanxuan was wearing a neat white battle suit, with a heroic figure, The long sword in his hand had a cold light.

Standing beside her was Han Yichen, who was wearing a corresponding black shirt. Under the blower, the shirt floated indescribably chic.

That Qingjun with a sinister appearance fascinated people's hearts, when he looked at Wei Yunyue, he had a strong and complicated meaning.

"Why do you want to kill Master! Why do you want to kill Junior Sister! The sect's secret method is so important to you, power and vanity are so important!" Han Yichen was heartbroken, the sword in his hand pointed at Shen Wanqing, and the scabbard trembled.

"Hehe... Martial arts are decent? Hypocrisy is extreme! How many of you are ruthless and desireless when you flaunt justice? Senior brother, the worst thing I did in my life was falling in love with you! Blame me for being humble and not worthy of you, I can't compare to her daughter of a great general, if I can't become stronger, you will look up to me!"

"Forget it! This is the end of the matter, and I will pay back what I owe to Master with my life!" Shen Wanqing said, raising her wrist, the long sword fluttered and pierced her chest in determination, dripping with blood, like a begonia blooming, and then her slender body moved towards the cliff. down.

"Hazy Moon!" Han Yichen was shocked, and rushed towards her in a hurry, trying to grab her hand.

The falling figure was like a butterfly with broken wings, and the fiery red clothes became the last color in his eyes.