Chapter 474： Break up (1/2)

Damn, she ran out!

Quickly chased out, only to find that the elevator door had been closed.

Prince Xi Gu gritted his teeth, and instead of waiting for the elevator, he went straight up the stairs.

She is so emotional now that she can't let her go like this.

Damn it, as soon as his temper came up, he was speechless.

Obviously, I didn't think that way, but when I said it, how could it be so prickly.

How could she not be worthy of him, she is so good, and being able to own her is God's favor for him.

At this time, Prince Xi Gu, could not wait to slap himself a few mouths.

This mouth is really cheap, and if you say it, it's probably hurt her heart.

Prince Xi made a phone call as he went down the stairs.

However, if you don't answer, you won't answer anything.

”Answer the phone, bastard.”

He was angry, not at her, but at himself.

Finally ran from the tenth floor to the first floor, only to find that Ling Weifeng no longer knew where to go.

Gu Hui, the prince Xi, had his intestines all green, and he didn't know what was going on. He just had a brain twitch before he said that.

Went around for a while, but there was not even a single figure.

Damn, where did she go.

Now it's winter, it's night again, where can she go as a girl.

And it was just warm in the room, she only wore a single coat, it must have been frozen out in such a cold day.

”Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng.”

He looked around the neighborhood, and he had made a dozen calls, but he didn't answer any of them.

Prince Xi Gu was almost crazy.

Then I remembered that he installed location tracking on her mobile phone.

I turned on the tracker and found that she was off.

Prince Xi Gu, ”...”

Now he was really panicked, very regretful.

Ling Weifeng got out of the elevator and ran out of the community crying.

The phone kept ringing, she felt annoyed, so she turned it off.

The words of the Xi prince Gu Gang, kept circling in her mind, and it made her feel unhappy.

That sentence of Cinderella, that sentence that doesn't care about identity, and that sentence that doesn't care about profit, is like a sharp knife, piercing her heart with blood.