Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

Hearing this voice, Xi Rongziye suddenly recovered. He knew that it was not Bai Yaoyao's voice. It was wrong. The person in front of him was not Bai Yaoyao. He had hallucinations.

With a bitter smile in his heart, he always thought that he could put it down, and now he realized that a photo could make him hallucinate and make him unbearable. He only felt the pain in his heart and stew, even if he embraced Xia Mu and smoked it.

He suddenly put Xia Muqingyan on the wall and kissed it. The kiss was crazy, like a storm, Xi Rongziye was anxious to prove something.

But Xia Mu Qingyan gladly accepted his kiss. She knew that in Xi Rong Ziye's heart, she was still the most important.

Xia Mu Qingyan thought she had everything, but she still didn't understand Xi Rong Ziye's thoughts.

Even if Xi Rongziye was crazy, he couldn't get involved in this kiss. He always felt that the more he kissed, the more empty he was, he couldn't find the feeling he wanted, and his heart was very empty, very empty, and seemed to lack the most important thing.

Even if Xia Mu Qingyan is regarded as Bai Yaoyao, she is not Bai Yaoyao.

Xi Rongziye's eyes were empty, he took a few steps back, and turned to leave.

Xia Mu Qingyan was still immersed in the kiss just now, seeing Xi Rong Ziye was going, grabbed his arm, and she wanted to continue, "Zi Ye, will I go to you?"

Xi Rong Ziye didn't look back, but his body shook, and he stiffly said: "Go back first." He said, and walked away regardless of it. At this time, he had only the most real thoughts in his mind, and had forgotten to coax Xiamu. Clear smoke.

Xia Mu Qingyan didn't think much. Just holding Xi Rongziye's hand, she could feel the burning heat like a fire. I thought, man! In fact the same, he must not want to hurt her, so he left alone.

Xia Mu Qingyan held her chest and looked at the back view of Xi Rong Ziye leaving, the light in her eyes became more proud.

The bodyguard of the Xiamu family stood beside Xiamu Qingyan and asked, "Miss, can you keep up?"

Xia Mu Qingyan conceited: "No, he is mine, others can't grab it." Just when Xi Rong Ziye saw her, she couldn't help but hug her and kiss her, so she didn't need to worry.

When Xi Rongziye returned to his place, he took out the photo, looked closely, looked at it, his muscles jumped up quickly, he immediately dialed a private number and said a few ordinary words, this belongs to His own password signal.

After the other party accepts, they will perform the task.

Looking at the sky, he still pretended to be a bodyguard, and quietly went to a place to arrange someone to check the man in the photo.

"Your Excellency, the man in the picture has only a rough outline, which is very blurry and cannot be traced at all."

"No matter how difficult it is, you have to find this restaurant."

"Yes!"

After arranging all the tasks, Xi Rong Ziye returned to the residence, picked up the last sweater, and kept watching, the trace of blood was still on it, as if reminding him that he was so cruel and ruthless to her before.

He sat on the sofa, picked up the wool and knitting needles, and began to continue knitting the sweater. He wanted to complete the torn sweater, and it seemed to be complete. He and she were also complete.

Xi Rong Ziye has not slept all night and knitted sweaters. Even if he didn't, he studied hard until dawn, he was still repeating the movements in his hands.

At this time, he suddenly felt Bai Yaoyao's mood, the kind of waiting and anxiety, the kind of unknown panic, thinking too much, Xi Rongziye's hand movements were also anxious, and he broke his finger all of a sudden.

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