Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

"Be assured, I will not seek death," while he let go, Xia Ruoxin broke his finger, took a rag, and wiped another window. I am not dead, I am dead, and you can be revenge. Who goes. Her indifferent words were like confession, but she satired others but hurt her heart.

Because, she could not deny that he had nothing but hatred against her.

"Enough!" Chu Li put down her hand, just yelled, "You just like to be right with me, you won't ask me?" How can this woman's personality be so stubborn and why not Ask him, why not?

"I beg you?" Xia Ruoxin just smiled, and that kind of smile made the corners of his lips weak. "Have you forgotten? I begged you, but you never let me go, then, I beg you, what do you do? "

She turned around and just gave him a back view.

Please, is it useful?

Would you let her go?

Chu Lu's dark eyes suddenly became too dark, as if all the light had been taken away, it was terrible and deep without roots.

"Enough, Xia Ruoxin," he said again, closing his eyes heavily, and when he opened them again, he had calmed down all his emotions. When he saw Rosha withdrawing aside, he stopped half a step, and gave a cold warning, "If you ask her to do this later, I will strip your skin."

Luo Sharanan nodded his head, didn't he say that the woman should do everything? Why is there nothing to do now?

Xia Ruoxin only lowered her head gently, and placed her hands on the lower abdomen. Through the large floor window, she saw the man step away, and then a black car left.

She stood there for a long time, just like a wooden man, but she had a pale pale face on her face, and it would not be warm even in the sun.

Once again, she locked herself in this room without being a maid, so what would she want to be?

In the president's office on the 18th floor of the Chu Group, a young woman quickly ran out, and the two groups in front of her chest were still shaking.

A man with peach eyes blew a whistle suddenly. It was really on time. His cousin's company always had so many big breasted women, even if he couldn't touch it every day, it was enough.

He strode in, holding a stack of documents in his hand, and pushed the door open. Anyway, he always didn't knock on the door. Whoever made the boss here happened to be his cousin. Man.

"Files," he threw the papers in his hands directly on the table, ignorant of the face that seemed to kill.

"Du Jingtang, don't you know that knocking on the door?" The cold voice spit out from Chu Li's lips, cold and terrible, as hard as a brick.

"I know, I know, I will not forget to knock on the door next time. Besides, president, may I come in," he stretched out his hand, his fingers passed through his hair easily, and then Seriously, he changed his tone, "Brother, are you okay with that woman?"

He sat on one side, but the woman was naturally Xia Ruoxin.

"It's not about you," Chu Li didn't even look up.

Du Jingtang put a smile on his face, "Brother, haven't you noticed that, since Yi Xuan's death, you have changed, and you have changed even more after you married Xia Ruoxin."

"Are you there?" Chu Li was still busy working on the table, not even lifting her head.

"How is it possible?" Du Jingtang grabbed a handful of her own hair. In this matter, her mouth was about to be worn out. "Brother, no one knows exactly how that happened, nor can it be completely considered Xia Ruoxin is the murderer ... "Then, his voice was getting smaller and smaller, because a cold light was just right on him.