Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

On the beautiful little face, a pair of almond eyes smiled like crescent moons, and the smile on the lips was very contagious.

The temperament is clean without any impurities, like an elf who has fallen into the world.

This is the picture of meeting Song Qianxi on the streets of R country in April. Just one glance, I was attracted by the girl's clean and unique temperament. I couldn't help but take this photo. Before I had time to ask the girl's name, I left.

For the next week, he went to that place every day, hoping to meet the girl again.

However, it was never seen again.

He thought about asking Tianlin to investigate the girl's information, but he was delayed because of the matter of returning home.

Unexpectedly, on the first day after returning to China, he met the girl he had been dreaming of again.

Maybe God wanted to give him a chance, so he helped her when she was most helpless and was able to live at home.

It's a pity that now King Xiang has a heart and a goddess without dreams.

A ringtone of the mobile phone brought back Chu Muhan's memory. He followed the sound, and Song Qianxi picked up the phone with a terrified expression, "What? Okay, I'll come over now."

Song Qianxi hung up the phone in a hurry and went out, Chu Muhan followed, and asked with concern: "What happened?"

"Something went wrong in the studio." Song Qianxi said, "You can borrow my car."

"I'll take you there."

Song Qianxi was about to refuse, when Chu Muhan's cell phone rang, and it was Jiang Jinyu's call.

Chu Muhan simply said in shock: "Is there something wrong?"

Jiang Jinyu said: "There is a very, very important matter, come to Ye Mei now."

From Jiang Jinyu's tone, the matter seemed to be very serious, he looked at Song Qianxi hesitantly, Song Qianxi said: "It's okay, don't worry about me, Xueying is waiting for me in the studio."

Hearing that Zheng Xueying was also there, Chu Muhan felt relieved, "Okay, drive slowly."

He handed the car keys to Song Qianxi, and Song Qianxi hurried away.

When Song Qianxi arrived at the studio, it was in a mess, the white walls were splashed with red paint, and the words "Song Qianxi, get out of Ancheng!" were written on it, and the floor was also covered in colorful paint.

The whole studio is filled with the pungent and unpleasant smell of paint.

Song Qianxi was annoyed, "Who did it?!"

Zheng Xueying shook her head with a solemn expression, "I don't know, the monitoring has also been destroyed. The decoration workers went out to eat and came back like this. They notified me, and I will notify you as soon as possible."

"Qianxi, let's call the police."

Song Qianxi frowned and got out of Ancheng...

"I know who it is!"

"Who? Hey, Qianxi, where are you going? Qianxi—"

Zheng Xueying didn't catch up with Song Qianxi in high heels, watching the elevator door close, and the numbers on the screen jumped.

Song Qianxi held the steering wheel tightly and looked straight ahead.

This car did not have the right of way in the community. When the railing of the car in front was raised, she slammed on the gas pedal and accelerated to follow in. The security guards ran out chasing after each other.

The car stopped at the entrance of Song's villa, and when he unbuckled his seat belt and was about to get out of the car, he saw Song Mianmian walking out with a tall and handsome man on his arm.

Seeing the man's appearance, Song Qianxi's blood flowed backwards, and endless sorrow and sorrow gushed out like a volcanic eruption, spreading all over his body, and his painful face gradually turned pale. It was Ji Moyang.

That Ji Moyang who had been in touch with her by letters for ten years.

She withdrew her hand to open the door tremblingly, two headlights shone over, and Song Qianxi raised her hand to block the light, which also made her heart throbbing, the lights faded, and the car passed by... …