Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

The clothes of men and women were scattered on the ground, and on that marriage bed were two men and women who were ecstatic and obsessed.

They looked so engaged, so excited, so...it made her sick.

Cheng Xiaoyu ran out of Yan Hao's house.

Yan Hao chased him out and explained to her that the relationship between that woman and him was only physical, and that it was their last time, and that he always loved her, Cheng Xiaoyu.

Cheng Xiaoyu had never been so disgusted before, she didn't even want to slap him, for fear of dirtying her hands.

Thinking about it now, she still feels a little nauseous.

She rubbed her chest, took a sip of fruit tea, and looked up inadvertently, only to see a pair of familiar figures walking into her sight.

The man is handsome and elegant, like a gentleman, that's not exactly Yan Hao.

The real enemy has a narrow road...

Walking beside him was the woman he claimed had only a physical relationship without any feelings.

What is the last time, this is still a continuous disconnection, but fortunately, I didn't believe his nonsense.

However, this was the first time she had seen the woman put on clothes.

White, weak, single eyelid, short hair, looks very gentle and well-behaved type.

Cheng Xiaoyu's heart throbbed faintly, it turned out that he was tired of eating this one and wanted to change it.

They haven't seen her yet, which is good, Cheng Xiaoyu doesn't want to be found out.

Dogs and men came and went in pairs, but she was still alone, looking miserable, so she had to leave before they saw her.

Cheng Xiaoyu stood up, lowered her head, and walked out in a hurry, but bumped into a staff member, and the information books in the other party's hands were scattered all over the floor.

Yan Hao was attracted by the movement here, and looked towards her.

Cheng Xiaoyu hurriedly bent down to pick up the materials, a drop of tear fell on the booklet, touched it with her sleeve, said sorry to the person, and escaped from the modeling room.

When Shen Yuan was looking at the dress in the office next to him, seeing Cheng Xiaoyu's appearance, he narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his head and said to the stylist's assistant: "The dress is fine, just mail it to your home, you have the address."

"Okay, Mr. Shi."

Cheng Xiaoyu ran all the way downstairs, took two deep breaths, and then sent Su Jiuyao a voice message: "Xiao Jiu, I suddenly have something to do, so I won't be with you, let's go first."

After sending the message, she was about to go to the side of the road to take a taxi, but someone grabbed her wrist.

"Xiao Yu, I knew I was right! It's really you!"

Yan Hao took her shoulders and held her tightly in his arms.

Cheng Xiaoyu pushed him away without hesitation: "Don't touch me!"

"I came here with Xia Nan to choose clothes today. It's not what you think. Don't avoid me anymore, okay?"

Cheng Xiaoyu almost wanted to laugh, seeing them having sex, yet he would still give such an explanation.

"We have broken up, and now I have a boyfriend, whoever you are with has nothing to do with me."

Yan Hao was stunned for a moment, and took her hand again, "You can't forget me so quickly, you are deliberately angry with me, right?"

Cheng Xiaoyu laughed angrily, "Yan Hao, do you want to be ashamed?"

"Anyway, I don't believe it!"

"Believe it or not." Cheng Xiaoyu shook off his hand, turned and left.

After turning the corner of the street, looking back, Yan Hao didn't come after him, and Cheng Xiaoyu leaned against the tree trunk by the side of the road as if he had collapsed.

Tears began to pour out non-stop, and she wiped her tears while scolding herself for being worthless.

At this time, she still shed tears for that scumbag, hey, Cheng Xiaoyu, you are hopeless!

A black sports car was parked on the side of the road, and through blurry tears, she saw the man get off the car, and then a hand with a bony bony hand held a handkerchief and handed it to her.

She looked at the person handing the handkerchief, it was Shen Yuan.