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Chapter Three Seven Days and Seven Century 19

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    His expression was gentle, and he looked at Sa Shuang intently.

    His fingertips were soft, and he gently stroked Sashuang's cheek.

    His voice was deep and mellow, lingering in Sa Shuang's ears.

    For a moment, she stood there in a daze, as if bewitched, letting his breath haunt her, letting his words and eyes lock her mind tightly, she just stood there blankly, her eyes seemed out of focus  , and seemed to be looking deeply at the evil and feminine face in front of him.

    All this made her seem to return to the old days.

    There are also people who are so gentle and considerate, so warm and lingering.

    But in the end, it all just became a passing cloud.

    "Be my woman. I won't let you be wronged." Qin Haoran's voice came again, like a sharp arrow piercing through the air, piercing Sashuang's eardrum and her heart.

    Sa Shuang suddenly came back to his senses, a sense of embarrassment suddenly surged in his heart, he suddenly broke away from Qin Haoran's hand that was still stroking her cheek, and raised his right hand high.

    There was only a crisp sound of "pop", which was especially loud on such a quiet and empty lawn.

    "Qin Haoran, this slap in the face is the best answer." Sa Shuang blushed, bit his lip and said these words, then pulled up the hem of his skirt, held his head high, and walked away proudly step by step.

    The strong golden light of the setting sun in the west hits her back, which has indescribable beauty and nobility, but also has endless desolation and stubbornness.

    Qin Haoran stood there with his hands still slanted in his trouser pockets, as if the slap just now had never happened.

    He didn't have any mood swings, no anger, no shame, and no anger.

    He just stood still and watched her step by step proudly away from her sight.

    It wasn't until a long time later that he realized that it was from that back that her shadow was burned into his heart¡ª¡ª

    Sa Shuang went straight back to the dressing room, took off the wedding dress on her body, casually put it aside, changed into her own clothes, went to the mirror and began to remove makeup.

    The delicate makeup disappeared little by little with the wipe of makeup remover, and the sassy expression looked a little tired and helpless.

    The locker room was silent for a while.

    It's just that there are suddenly chaotic footsteps outside the door, mixed with someone's voice.

    Before Sa Shuang could react, the door of the locker room was suddenly opened.

    When Sa Shuang turned his head, Yang Yidan was also casting his gaze over.

    She stood by the door, her hands clenched into fists hanging by her side, her delicate makeup was covered with an expression of anger, her eyes were almost on fire, and her chest heaved up and down due to shortness of breath.  The elegant clothes with slim fit are incompatible with the arrogance exuding from her body.

    Yang Yidan was originally filming in Hengdian. At noon, he learned from his assistant that his An's jewelry advertisement had been replaced by Sa Shuang, so he left the director, producer and a group of actors and flew back.

    Just after getting off the plane, he rushed towards the company in a rage.

    "Wei Sashuang." Yang Yidan sank into his dantian, and gave a very imposing drink.

    Sa Shuang stood up, the makeup on her face had been removed, she looked haggard and pale, she just stood there, looking at Yidan with indifference in her eyes.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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