After Being Betrayed, I Inherited A Massive Fortune

The confrontation between the two men was like a silent exchange of swords, and the sharp blades could thin the air.

Mo Xian and Shen Liang were on a par with each other, their eyes were fixed on each other, and they didn't give in the slightest.

It's just that Qin Yu behind him couldn't stand still.

She tugged at the corner of Shen Liang's clothes and whispered:

"Let's go, don't waste time here."

Shen Liang took advantage of the situation and took her hand, and his expression seemed to be somewhat joyful and tolerant:

"Okay, then let's go."

It seems, just to give her face.

"Shen Liang—" Mo Xian's voice resounded coldly in his ears.

"Do you think this woman is serious? How can she be sincere? When she was with me, she was the same as now..."

Qin Yu's face was pale, and she stood there, as if she had been hit with a sap, her head was dizzy.

Sow discord?

Mo Xian's darkness has never been used on her, but during this period of time, she has also learned a lot.

Now, it's torn face.

It's ridiculous.

The deep friendship at the beginning, what is it now?

She stood there, turned her head, and was about to open her mouth to refute, when suddenly Shen Liang stopped her shoulders, pushed her out, and then stood inside and closed the door.

Lock her out.

He turned around, an inexplicable chill shrouded his body, and stood there straight.

Shen Liang's eyes were dark and cold as he looked at Mo Xian, and there was condensed ice in his pupils.

"Enough said?"

Mo Xian stood there and smiled playfully:

"Are you serious? Are you serious about her?"

He admits his despicableness, but as long as Shen Liang is kept away from Qin Yu, he can say anything.

He was never open-minded.

Shen Liang looked at him through the light, his thin lips parted lightly:

"Mo Xian, this woman you liked, you should know that there are some things you can't say, won't she be sad when she hears it?"

Mo Xian suffocated fiercely.

He raised his head with scarlet pupils and looked at Shen Liang, his face tense and ugly.

Shen Liang: "In my opinion, when she was with you, she used all her sincerity. It was true that she loved you at the beginning, and it is also true that she did not love you now.

If it's all true, why not admit it? "

Mo Xian couldn't hold back: "What do you know, why do you care about me and her?"

He hates that other men make irresponsible remarks about their relationship from Qin Yu's point of view.

"Mo Xian, if it's a man, just go ahead and destroy her if you don't get it. Do you want her to hate you in this life?"

Shen Liang's tone had a pressing chill.

"If you're really unwilling, just blame yourself why you didn't keep it, and don't talk about women."

Mo Xian's eyes were clouded for a few minutes, and his face was suddenly a little annoyed and unwilling.

Every word of Shen Liang's words seemed to humiliate him.

He stepped forward and raised his fist, "Then get out of the way—"

Shen Liang turned sideways, the strong wind of his fists swept past, and he missed it, but in the next second, Shen Liang slammed his fist from behind, twisted his arm, pulled him back, and slammed into the corner of the table.

Mo Xian suffered two losses in his hands, and naturally he was not willing to let it go.

He pounced on him, his fists were extremely ruthless, Shen Liang didn't stand still, and no one admitted defeat.

...

Qin Yu stood outside, tightening her clothes, and it took a long time for her pale face to return to blood.

As Mo Xian's paintings said just now, she almost forgot why she was standing here.

The person she loved the most at the time, the person who gave up everything and wanted to be together, how could she hurt her so much?