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Monster!

He had a perfect figure of around 1.8 meters. He had a handsome and elegant face with a black wooden face that would never be removed, hiding half of his face, and his eyes were as black as black jade. He had a tall nose and thin lips, and it was unknown if he could take off his mask to make people angry at him, but at least half of his face was covered.

He was the Young Master of the Rong Group who was ranked in the top three in the top five hundred in the world — Rong Jian.

Mo Xiaoran threw the stack of photos of the naked men and women entangled in each other in a variety of postures onto the extremely beautiful face. "My fiancé would not do such a thing. Rong Jian, don't use this synthetic thing to insult my intelligence. " She had known him for more than twenty years and had never seen him without a mask.

"You still need to be insulted with that little intelligence of yours?" Rong Jian carelessly reached out to pinch her chin, looking left and right, "He was already unsatisfactory to begin with. If he gets angry again, no one will want him anymore."

"F * ck off." Mo Xiaoran turned around and left, not even bothering to look at the monster anymore.

"Mo Xiaoran, do you need to be so heartless? Do you think it is easy for me to pick you up and raise you to your age? Why do you have to degrade yourself like that? Why do you have to be like Qin Xiuwen? "If you really can't get married, beg me for a bit, then I will reluctantly take you in."

Whoosh! Whoosh! Take a deep breath, take another deep breath, so as not to be angered to death by this animal.

Mo Xiaoran turned around with an ambiguous smile. "Young master Rong, you have forgotten. The one who picked me up was Uncle Quan. The one who raised me was Uncle Quan, and it had nothing to do with you. Besides, I don't want to be a widow, so I won't trouble you to accept me. " Uncle Quan was a loyal servant of the Rong family. She grew up with Uncle Quan, so she served this bastard for over twenty years.

Thanks to his identity as the young master of the Rong family, the number of times he was kidnapped and assassinated together with him was something he couldn't even count with ten fingers.

"Hey, of course, your words are a bit heartless. If it wasn't for me, who knows how many times you would have died. Where would you get the chance to be a widow? Besides, if you can't wait to be a widow now, you'll have to be an abandoned wife. "

"Whoosh!"

A bullet flew towards Mo Xiaoran. Mo Xiao tensed herself up and her body was pulled back. The bullet flew past her nose and her false eyelashes were blown away by the wind. The other bullet flew past but did not enter the assassin's head.

"I saved you again, how are you going to repay me? Promise me with your body? " The hateful voice of Rong Jian came from above his head.

"In the next life." Mo Xiaoran gritted her teeth in hatred. She could not understand why those people would always attack her.

"It's a deal." Rong Jian had no interest in flirting in front of the dead. He let go of her, picked up the photo on the floor, and handed it to her. There was a card on the photo.

Room 1314 of the Kyoto Hotel.

Qin Xiuwen was stunned as he watched Mo Xiaoran walk into the room.

Mo Xiaoran looked at the two men lying on the bed. They looked like they had nothing to do with her. The man on the bed was her fiancé, Qin Xiuwen, and the woman was the daughter of Qin Xiuwen's boss, Lee Ang.

There were no surprises, nor was there any pain in his heart. He only felt mockery.

Qin Xiuwen wrapped himself in a bathrobe and jumped off the bed to try to pull Mo Xiaoran's hand. Suddenly, he saw Rong Jian leaning lazily on the wall beside Mo Xiaoran. He stretched out his hand and froze.

"I'm her man." Rong Jian fell into the well.

Although it was impossible for Mo Xiaoran to continue with Qin Xiuwen, she still wanted to slap this man to death, who desired to stir up trouble.

Qin Xiuwen's face immediately turned green. It was one thing that she had disturbed his plans, but she had actually brought a lover. A slut.

"Mo Xiaoran, all these years, let alone going to bed, I didn't even let you kiss me. Don't tell me you're not doing this for this man."

Lee Anson had already put on his pajamas and jumped off the bed. He took Qin Xiuwen's arm, raised his chin, and said provocatively, "Mo Xiaoran, you're a two-timing man and you're not willing to use a little relationship with the Rong family to help Xiuwen and use your little favor to suppress Xiuwen all day. Do you have any shame? Mo Xiaoran, let me tell you, I, Lee Anson, can give him whatever you can't. "From now on, scram as far as you can. Don't bother my Xiu Wen again."

Mo Xiaoran recalled that last month, Qin Xiuwen had mentioned to her that if she wanted to take down one of the Rong family's projects, she would be promoted to vice president of the Li group. She had asked her to find Rong Jian and tell him that she felt that there was a problem with the Li group's reputation and did not agree to it.

He looked at Qin Xiuwen. Although the latter was a bit uncomfortable, he did not push Lee Ang away.

The answer was already there.

The corner of Mo Xiaoran's mouth slowly raised into a mocking smile. He raised the picture in his hand and scattered it on the ground. "The reason I came was to deal with this broken shoe of Qin Xiuwen's. Since Miss Li is here, this broken shoe will be given to Miss Li."

The naked man in the photo was naturally the man that Lee Anson was holding. The woman was Lee Anson's mother.

The two people in front of him had red, white, black, and purple looks on their faces.

A minute later, Lee Ang slapped Qin Xiuwen's face. "Qin Xiuwen, what the f * ck are you? Who are you to you? You're actually following my mother."

"An An, don't misunderstand, there's nothing wrong. These photos are fake. It was that slut who did it to harm me."

Mo Xiaoran looked at the dog-man duo who were getting ready to leave.

Rong Jian pinched Mo Xiaoran's face, "Darling, well done."

When Mo Xiaoran saw how Qin Xiuwen did not get angry after cheating and being pinched by him, she exploded instead. She grabbed his wrist and bit down fiercely.

Biting you to death, you scum who doesn't let your sister have a good life, gloating all day long.

"Dog Xiaoran, let go." Rong Jian let out a cold breath of pain, threw Mo Xiaoran off and quickly rushed to the door. He opened the door to prevent himself from getting into any more trouble.

At some point, a time bomb had appeared on the door, and the time number had jumped from 5 seconds to 4 seconds.

With his greatest speed, he pulled Mo Xiaoran towards the French windows in the room. He broke the glass with his shoulder and used his strength to pull Mo Xiaoran into his embrace, hugging her tightly. There was a loud explosion from behind as he used his own body to block the huge impact for her.

They were blown out of the window by the current, and Rong Jian's body felt as if it was exploding into pieces. He was in so much pain that he couldn't muster any strength to hug the woman in his arms anymore.

Below them was the sea. If they were lucky, they would be able to survive. If their luck was bad …

"Remember, you are mine in the next life."

"Damn you." Mo Xiaoran felt that the unluckiest thing in her life was to be adopted into the Rong family and become acquainted with this monster. "Rong Jian, you motherf * cking bastard. Even if you die, you have to hold me back."

"You haven't made me worry for a day. Since I'm worried about where I'm going to put you, I can only bring you along with me. Even if I have to go to hell, I still have to bring you along."

"You're not f * cking human." Seeing his pale face and the blood trickling down from the corner of his mouth, Mo Xiaoran felt her heart tremble. She tried to grab hold of him, but his fingers slipped away from her. An unprecedented pain and fear struck her.

The woman's beautiful face blurred before his eyes. The moment before he lost his consciousness, Rong Jian heard the woman's anxious voice yell, "Bastard, if you just die like this, not to mention in the next life, even in the next life, I won't see you again."

Rong Jian smiled and thought to himself, "It's not up to you." Unfortunately, he was no longer able to say those words, so she could no longer hear him.

Mo Xiaoran fell into the water in a hurry, choking to the point that she almost died. She could not open her eyes and her limbs were all over the place. As long as she could surface, she would have a chance of surviving.

She grabbed a piece of cloth and pulled her out of the water. Her arms were wrapped around a soft object, and she didn't have time to think about what it was. She immediately wrapped her arms around it and held her head out of the water to avoid drowning.

The fresh air caused her to cough violently, calming her cough. She was so weak that her body felt like it was about to fall apart. She leaned her head against the thing she was holding and took a few breaths to regain her senses.

Rong Jian!

She was still alive, so where was that bastard, whether he was alive or dead?

Mo Xiaoran's eyes flew open in shock!

If it was a man's Adam's apple in front of her, then what she was leaning her head on was …

His eyes moved slowly and mechanically. He had already guessed what it was, but he still held his breath when he saw the man's bare shoulders pressed against his own face.

She slowly took a look, her sexy and beautiful curved chin followed by a thin, slightly pursed lips and perfect lips. She felt that just by looking at this mouth, she would be able to cause a hormonal reaction, wanting to push him down. In her memory, only that monster Rong Jian could have such a bewitching lips.

Mo Xiaoran's heart was pounding. She could vaguely guess what it was she was hugging onto as she continued looking up.

He had a high nose bridge, a black mask, and eyes as deep as black jade.

In that instant, she almost cried out as she threw the items in her arms out.

What she held in her arms was a monster, Rong Jian!

Wasn't it just a short hair? When did it become a long hair?

Also, what was the meaning of his playful smile when the corner of his mouth slightly lifted?

Mo Xiaoran lowered her head to take a look.

Her rosy face suddenly blazed and the area was set ablaze.

At that moment, what she wanted to do the most was to smash this bastard unconscious with a rock.

But there was no stone by his hand, only a cloth in his hand.

They were shocked to realize that they were not in the sea, but in a large, warm spring.

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