I Was Seduced Into a Marriage After Failing to Charm the Tyrannical Bigshot

Sang Minglang just arrived at his former residence.

I saw Ruan Xiaoshuang sitting silently by the door, hugging her knees and bowing her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

Hearing the footsteps, surprise flashed in her eyes, and she hurriedly stood up.

Sang Minglang looked at her condescendingly, "Ruan Xiaoshuang, are you really unable to find a man? Are you running to find me again and again?"

His tone was frivolous and a bit cold, "Why, I am so unforgettable for you in bed?"

Ruan Xiaoshuang bit her lip, tears in her eyes, "Minglang, you know I'm looking for you, not for this."

"Don't look like you want to cry in front of me, it makes me feel like I'm bullying you."

Seeing her like this, Sang Minglang was inexplicably agitated, "I don't want to see me, what's the matter, let's talk."

Ruan Xiaoshuang endured her emotions, "I've come to Mingcheng because of my job transfer. I'm barely a good person in the company. If you want to go to work, or if you want to do something, I can help you."

Sang Minglang stared at her for two seconds, "Why, are you really planning to meddle in my business? Ruan Xiaoshuang, what are you trying to do?"

Ruan Xiaoshuang hesitated for a moment, "Minglang, what I told you last time is true, I really don't have a husband. I know that I was sorry for you before, but now I don't dare to expect you to forgive me, I just want to do something for you. what."

"So you came to me just to satisfy your poor guilt?"

Sang Minglang's face sank, he grabbed her hand and shoved the card into her hand, "I don't need you to do anything. Take your things and get out."

Ruan Xiaoshuang held this card, all kinds of words came to her mouth, but she just couldn't say it.

She was indeed guilty of Sang Minglang, but she came to her again and again, and of course it wasn't just because of her guilt towards him.

She hopes to reunite with Sang Minglang.

But speaking at this moment, it seems that she is too whimsical and self-indulgent.

Seeing that she was just standing still, Sang Minglang looked at her up and down, his eyes frivolous and unbridled across her face, her exposed collarbone, her slender waist, and her straight legs.

Sang Minglang raised his eyebrows and sneered, "If you don't leave, do you want to let me fuck you again like last time? It's okay, it's delivered to your door for free, don't want it for nothing."

"Snapped".

Ruan Xiaoshuang shivered, her cold fingers fanned over, she didn't have much strength, but her voice was very clear in the silent corridor.

Sang Minglang's face turned cold, staring at Ruan Xiaoshuang with a gloomy expression, "Who the hell gave you the guts to attack me? Ruan Xiaoshuang, I really thought I didn't hit women."

His words came to an abrupt end, and a string of crystal clear tears rolled down the woman's pale face.

"Sang Minglang, you are really rude."

Her eyes were red and her voice trembled violently. "If you treat me like this, it's just so that I won't bother you. As you wish, I won't come again."

Turning around, she walked away quickly, her hair flickering over the shirt on Sang Minglang's chest with a faint scent of shampoo that she was once very familiar with.

Sang Minglang stood for a while until the lights in the corridor went out.

He just leaned against the wall, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, the dark red light flickered on and off in the night.

For seven years, the once thick and bottomless love turned into an unforgettable hatred, and then gradually dissipated.

Sang Minglang thought that he had been able to face the past years calmly.

But goodbye Ruan Xiaoshuang, he found that he still lost a mess.

Hearing that she was in Mingcheng, he rushed over immediately, deliberately pretending to be bad, making rude words, and wanting to take revenge on her, which was absurd overnight.

But after the absurdity, he found that he still missed that woman, missed her taste, and everything about her.

There are even more absurd thoughts, and they are just around the corner in my heart.

Sang Minglang had to use all his reason in this life to restrain himself and stay away from the poppy-like poison.

What is the next work? It is indeed the next work.

But if you don't do this, Ruan Xiaoshuang will come to him.

And he really didn't know how long he could resist.

Between him and her, there are seven years of the past, and each other is still ignorant of each other, and the future is still unclear.

A relationship that may have no results at all, it is better not to start in the first place.

He has already made a mistake once, he can't, make a foolish mistake a second time.

The cigarette butt in his hand burned to his fingers, and Sang Minglang was in a trance.

He put out the cigarette expressionlessly and went downstairs.

A few days passed in peace.

There has been no progress in the shooting case.

The building was more than 30 stories high. By simulating the direction in which the bullet came from when Shen Hanyu was injured, the police locked the position from the tenth floor to the top floor, and carried out a carpet-like survey of the people who appeared on these floors.

The investigation is not too hard, but almost everyone can eliminate suspicion through witness testimony or monitoring.

In other words, these people were working normally at that time, and it was impossible to carry out a shooting case.

Guo Muyang thoroughly checked the information of some key suspects from the inside out, wishing he could find out all the eighteen generations of his ancestors.

The conclusions, however, were even more depressing than the police's results.

Not only do these people have no time, they simply do not have the ability to plan a shooting.

It's just commonplace. It's just an office worker who works hard for firewood, rice, oil and salt, and it's impossible to even touch a gun.

At this point, the investigation has reached a deadlock, and this shooting case has become an unsolved case.

"If that's the case, then wait."

Shen Hanyu said lightly, "The other party will come back sooner or later."

"What I'm afraid of is that the other party will come again."

For the first time, Guo Muyang felt unspeakable anxiety and worry.

The note left in the bullet was for Han Yu to stay away from Sang Qianqian.

Not only did Han Yu not have it, but instead, he was about to hold a wedding with Sang Qianqian.

What if the other party caused some trouble at the wedding.

Shen Hanyu closed the materials in his hand and looked at him, "You have no confidence in the police and your arrangement?"

"I still have confidence, but it's a little bit unsteady."

Over the years, Guo Muyang and Shen Hanyu have experienced a lot.

Their tracking technology is becoming more and more sophisticated, and sometimes even the police have to rely on the clues they find.

But this time, it fell worse than any other time, not even touching the shadow of others.

The gunman seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

Shen Hanyu's brows and eyes narrowed, very calm: "What should come, always come."

What the other party wants him to do, he can never obey.

So trouble is destined to be avoided.

"It can only be used by soldiers to cover the water and the soil."

Guo Muyang nodded, "I have added a lot of staff around you and Miss Sang. In the past two days, I will communicate with the police about the arrangements for the wedding scene to ensure that nothing goes wrong."

Inside a top luxury wedding dress shop.

The man sitting on the sofa flipping through the magazine, raised his eyes when he heard footsteps.

I saw Sang Qianqian, who was wearing a white wedding dress, and came out of the fitting room under the guidance of the clerk.