The engagement is over, but the black-bellied president won't let go

Mocheng is not unfamiliar to her.

Before she was admitted to Binhai's vocational high school for fashion design, she lived in this city for a long time. However, it has undergone many changes: the old trams have become tourist sightseeing buses, subway stations have been built, and there are many buildings under construction... Although it cannot be compared with developed countries abroad, it is still a thriving scene that is changing with each passing day.

Peninsula Tingtao Ruyi Garden stands on the mountainside. The promotional poster introduces it as follows: an underground parking lot with situational lighting, a top-level cultural water curtain square, a magnificent health garden, a jazz-style interior space... It is a pure top-level special zone that integrates health and leisure, noble style and humanistic care.

Carrying a bag of daily necessities just bought from the supermarket, she walked into the apartment.

Entering from the entrance hall, you will see a bright living room. The white textured wall and the brown leather sofa are clean and calm. The cushions scattered on the leather leisure chair and sofa are bright orange. The wide floor-to-ceiling windows let in warm sunlight through the thin mauve curtains, adding warmth to the home space, making it warm and bright. One bright and one dark, one still and one moving, the colors instantly brighten up the space, harmonious and textured.

On the wall was a huge background photo, with orange dots and a strong autumn atmosphere. A girl with long flowing hair, her back to the sun, her slender chin formed a dim silhouette, her beautiful face looming.

Leng Ruofei stood there in a daze, the shopping bag in her hand slipped and the daily necessities were scattered all over the floor, but she was completely unaware. Her eyes were filled with shock.

She had no idea when he took this photo. That day, she took his arm and walked in the long maple forest. Her lonely heart was filled with indescribable emotions. Sometimes she laughed happily, sometimes she looked up quietly, but she didn't know that she had already been captured by his camera.

She felt mixed emotions...Mu Liangsheng, why did you do this? Why didn't you tell me you did this? Voices kept knocking at the door of her heart.

Going up the spiral staircase, the master bedroom is located on the second floor with the best lighting. It is also a warm-colored space. The dark red window screens, orange oil paintings, and large areas of rapeseed flowers inject a warm and cozy feeling into the space.

As soon as she walked in, her eye muscles felt dry and her nose felt sour from the inside out.

Her eyes fell on the picture frame on the bedside table.

It was a photo of her and Mu Liangsheng. He was sitting in front, and she was leaning against him, her chin resting on his shoulder. Both of them had peaceful smiles, looking very happy.

Leng Ruofei's eyes became moist, and he suddenly had the urge to burst into tears.

She picked it up and stroked Mu Liangsheng's slightly silver hair with her fingertips. She still didn't want to believe that he had left like this...

Xiao Yiyang, Mu Yundi and Yu Haoran were sitting in Song Yan's bar room. Mu Yundi and Song Yan had already had three rounds of drinks.

"Haoran, we all know that Second Brother doesn't drink. Who are you with today?!" Mu Yundi took a deep puff of the cigarette and blew it out through his nose.

Yu Haoran said flatteringly with a playful smile: "I have those days every month!"

"Go to hell! Your fucking period is coming?" Mu Yundi spat.

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