Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild

Mourning looked at the strangeness between the two women in front of him, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

To make Yao Jia bow his head and admit his mistake, he couldn't miss this woman Rong Huang.

Mourning ignored Yao Jia who had a complex expression, suddenly smiled and was about to move towards Rong Huang.

Rong Huang felt that Mourning was quite dirty, and when he took the second step, he kicked him flying.

The cropped trousers that Rong Huang was wearing today were quite loose, and that kick was merciless, kicking Mourning a few meters away, lying on the ground without moving for a long time.

Rong Huang withdrew her feet slowly, as if she didn't see the strange eyes around her, and said to Mourning, I said last time, don't pester me anymore, I'm not interested in you at all.

Rong Huang tilted his head, the dimple was looming, You are really annoying, you deserve it if I kick you.

Rong Huang turned to look at Yao Jia who was in a daze, and said twice, You can also like this kind of bitch, is it because the little milk dog is not fragrant or the little wolf dog is not exciting enough?

If I were your mother, I'm afraid I will stuff you back into your father's stomach and remake you.

After finishing speaking, Rong Huang took a deep look at Yao Jia, and then left unhurriedly.

Jiajia, come and help me, my waist...

Mourning lay on the ground, moaned and supported his old waist, rubbed his nose against the concrete floor, bleeding a lot.

Passers-by originally saw that Mourning was good-looking, and wanted to watch some shows and eat some melons, but now seeing his ugly appearance, they turned around and left.

Yao Jia stared at Mourning for a long time, wondering what she was thinking.

What Rong Huang said just now gave her a feeling of enlightenment.

That's right, with her identity, she could obviously have more men, so why did she hang herself on a crooked neck tree like Mourning?

Yao Jia took a deep breath, feeling more and more displeased with Mourning.

How could I fall in love with such a dirty thing like you!

Facing Yao Jia's hateful words and disgusted expression, Mourning stared wide-eyed and almost spit out a mouthful of blood, Jiajia, I'm Aning, how can you say that about me?

Mourning's painful expression seemed to be hurt and heartbroken.

But Yao Jia's heart didn't fluctuate in the slightest.

It seemed that something had been cut off by a click, and she was no longer deeply attracted by Mourning.

In her eyes now, Mourning is just an ordinary man who couldn't be more ordinary.

And he was a man who had been used by countless women.

Yao Jia felt that she was blind before, and when she thought of her little sisters who loved Mourning deeply, she suddenly felt sad for them.

They could have married a good man, but they would rather share a morning with many women.

What's more, Mourning also has a fiancée who has made public.

Yao Jia told herself not to think about it anymore.

The more I think about it, the more I want to vomit.

too disgusting.

Yao Jia gave Mourning a last look in disgust, as if she was looking at some dirty thing crawling out of the garbage, and trotted away.

Mourning was left lying on the ground with blood all over his face.

In the end, a well-meaning woman couldn't see it, she took pity on the beautiful boy's injury, and called 120 to take him to the hospital.

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After beating Mourning and leaving, Rong Huang no longer paid attention to Mourning, and put all his energy into the next work.

Rong Huang took over everything from the original owner, so he should manage everything from the original owner well.

Including Yung.

As for Mourning and those women, there are naturally private detectives to help watch them.

The cost of several million is not in vain.

After a busy afternoon at the company, when she got home, she was told by Rong's mother that she had reached the age of marriage and it was time to find someone to marry.