Never in love with the charming and charming princess

The woman puts on her clothes and tears off her face, revealing her real face. . . . . .Lu Yaqi! !

Yes, she had been busy all night just to disguise herself as Shangguan Ziqing, and then let Yuwen Yixuan see his beloved woman having sex with other men!

This is the plan she and Lan Yulin had planned for a long time, she couldn't help laughing excitedly, Yuwen Yixuan, after all, you still belong to me, Lu Yaqi!

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Yuwen Yixuan was driving the car, and his thoughts had already drifted away.

Yi Xue and An Yiluo have both left, and his Shangguan Ziqing has also left him, right? . . . . .

He couldn't figure it out, he loved her so much, why would he do such a thing?How could she treat him like this?

Shangguan Ziqing, is your simple appearance just a bargaining chip you use to pretend?

His heart was tired, hurt, broken, and dead! ! !

He's going back to his old life, the playboy's life. . . . . .

Back in [Moonlight City], Yuwen Yixuan entered the room and sat on the sofa drinking non-stop.

21:40,

Wan Yanfei and Shangguan Ziqing came back with a big bag of clothes.

"Dear~~~" Shangguan Ziqing pushed open the door of the room, and jumped to Yuwen Yixuan's side.

"Where did you go?" His voice was so cold, without a trace of tenderness and affection.

"Sister Fei'er and I went shopping! Look... I bought a lot of things!" Shangguan Ziqing took the bag in her hand, noticed his face getting colder and colder, and said in a low voice , "I'm sorry! I played too much... That's why I came back late! Xuan, don't be angry, okay?"

"Hehe," Yuwen Yixuan stood up and forced her closer.The aura emanating from him frightened her, so she kept backing away.

"Baby, you're late, are you? It's okay, let my husband check it out! Be good... My husband will be very gentle!" He looked at her without any color, and wished he could strangle this woman to death immediately!

Before Shangguan Ziqing could realize the meaning of these words, Yuwen Yixuan had already picked her up, walked to the bed, threw her on the bed without mercy, and kept pulling the twisted collar of the shirt with his left hand. mouth, while pounced on her soft body. . . . . .