Chapter 260： The ring in the suitcase-I love you (2/2)

The whole suitcase was neatly arranged. After putting her clothes back, she picked up her notebook and prepared to put it back in his study. Before standing up, the light in the corner of her eyes caught a red brocade box.

She stopped short.

Some things are always similar.

She lowered her notebook again, slowly reached out, and picked out the brocade box.

Feels premium and soft.

She lowered her head and stared for a long time.

Finally, I opened my hand.

Transparent and hard bright, set in platinum, the bright light in the fitting room radiates light.

[If you have beautiful flowers and expensive diamonds, are you willing to put on a wedding dress? 】

Chi Huan held it and stroked it carefully, and accidentally made a shallow nick in the ring.

She lifted it up, identifying letter by letter.

A few simple words.

She closed her eyes, and a sudden burst of sourness came from the tip of her nose. When she opened her eyes again, her tears fell suddenly.

Wet on the brocade box, a drop of red became darker.

Finally, she closed the ring box and put it back where she was, and her notebook was covered. The side on which he had put his clothes on had been emptied, and nothing had moved on this side.

Chi Huan stood up and closed the suitcase again.

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Corner of the street outside the villa.

Black Gust stepped on the brakes suddenly, and stopped abruptly on the excuse, the tire made a short punch in the snow.

The man in the driver's seat dropped his head slightly, unable to see the look under his short black hair.

Only his fingers holding the steering wheel were extra hard, the joints appeared white, and the blue tendons on the back of his hands were exposed a little bit. Inside the car was a silent silence, and it was dark and oppressive.

trust?

There is no trust in this world for no reason. If there is, it can only be wishful thinking.

He never believed in the facts of the results of analysis and judgment.

She was not prescribed medicine, nor was she fainted and pushed back into Pei Yi's bed.

She walked over and knocked on Pei Yi's door.

She said she didn't remember anything.

One night and one day time is enough for his men to find out the whole thing carefully.

But nothing happened.

Some were just surveillance footage of her knocking at the door in the middle of the night.

Mo Shiqian touched the cigarette and came out, then found the lighter, ignited it, took a heavy sip with his lips, and sprayed white smoke under the tall nose bridge.

His profile was sexy, cold, and a little dark.

The phone vibrated and rang for a while before he took out the phone and answered.

The call was popular.

”What did she say?”

Mo Shiqian held a cigarette between his fingers who didn't hold the phone, his cigarette **** flickered, his voice was low and dumb, ”I don't remember anything.”

After a while, Feng Xing asked faintly, ”What do you think?”

What did he think?

Mo Shiqian raised his eyes and looked at the white snow covering the street in front of her. ”I saw the photos taken with the paparazzi in the monitor. She sat with Pei Yi and talked for several hours. She is happy. ”

His voice was gentle from beginning to end, but it was gentle but there was no way he could think he was really calm, but he was suppressing the turbulent undercurrent under the deep sea.

”That doesn't mean anything, the kind of birthday dinner sitting there, as long as it's not a nuisance, it's a conversation with anyone.”

Mo Shi modestly stared at the cigarette butt, and spit out two unknown words, ”Really.”