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He laughed coldly, his voice so deep that it sent chills down one's spine.

Her pupils, which were as black as ink, reflected her stubborn little face. A trace of ridicule flashed across her eyes. "You think it's too little?"

"50 million."

"Mo Hancheng!" Gritting her teeth tightly, Qiao Anxia gritted her teeth in anger.

What did he think he was? An item that could be bought and sold at will!

"One hundred million."

When he saw her misty beautiful eyes, Mo Hancheng purposely destroyed her pride bit by bit.

Qiao Anxia's heart was already in a mess as she recklessly bid as if she was looking for something important.

Tears welled up uncontrollably, as if all the grievances and grievances were being poured out at this moment.

Today, his heart was already wounded by Wu Tie, but now he was being played around by Mo Hancheng.

No matter how strong she was, she still couldn't bear the pain of that moment.

She choked with sobs as she looked Mo Hancheng in the eye. Her intertwined breathing was laced with pain, and even her suppressed emotions burst out.

"Mo Hancheng, I've lost my memory!" I lost my memory four years ago! "

"I don't know if I used to know you. I forgot, I forgot all about you!"

Qiao Anxia couldn't understand what she had done wrong, and wanted to be treated like this by the two of them.

It wasn't that she didn't hear Mo Hancheng's words, nor did she think about them. However, she really couldn't remember.

In the face of Qiao Anxia's choked voice, Mo Hancheng's pupils slightly contracted and a moment of absent-mindedness appeared on his face.

She lost her memory …

This was the answer that he had never thought of.

No wonder she didn't know him at all when they met at the airport.

Why did she lose her memory? How did he lose his memory?

Mo Hancheng's doubts came one after another. Looking at her red eyes, his heart ached. The hostility in his body was slowly extinguished by her tears. His drunkenness had also woken him up by more than half. He couldn't help but loosen his grip on her.

Sensing that he was relaxing, Qiao Anxia pushed him away without hesitation and rushed out of his room as fast as she could.

Looking at her back figure that was running away in a hurry, Mo Hancheng's heart that was filled with hatred towards her suddenly seemed to become empty.

She had lost her memories. She had actually lost them.

Just what had happened four years ago that caused her to lose her memories?

He had been searching for her all these years, but there was no news of her. He thought that Qiao Anxia was purposely avoiding him, but now it seemed that things weren't as simple as he thought.

Mo Hancheng's heart sank as a dangerous cold glint flashed across his eyes. His phone suddenly rang. It was Qin Shen.

He picked up his phone and answered the call. Qin Shen's excited voice came from inside, "Boss, the information you wanted has been found!"

After running out of Mo Hancheng's room, they didn't walk far before they met a servant who walked out of Mo Tingyue's room with a basket of clothes in his arms.

Qiao Anxia froze for a moment. She quickly wiped away the tears on her face and called out to the servant that was walking in front of her, "Wait."

"What can I do for you, ma'am?" The servant stopped and walked over to her.

She saw the clothes in the basket. It was a suit that she had designed and cut for Mo Tingyue not long ago. She had spent a lot of effort to make it up by staying up late.

Resisting the throbbing in her heart, Qiao Anxia forced herself to calm down and asked, "These clothes are still new. Where should I take them?"

"It was Mister who said he didn't want to see these clothes and wanted us to throw them away." The servant did not dare to lie and respectfully replied.

Qiao Anxia's head buzzed as it turned blank. It was as if her world had quieted down in an instant as it was shrouded by dark clouds. Her heart was torn into countless pieces, and even her breathing was painful.

Before she was married to Mo Tingyue, she had a chance to go abroad to study further. It was just that Mo Tingyue said he didn't want to be separated from her for too long, that after she married him, she could stay at home and be his good wife.

Because of her love for him, she had given up that opportunity and her dream.

The only thing left to do was to design a suit suitable for his attention when he attended the party.

When she was doing all this for him, she was very careful. But what she had done for him with all her heart and mind was not worth a single cent in his eyes!

Heh.

It was because she was stupid, it was because she was too naive.

He thought that if he did everything well and tried his best to please him, he would be able to regain a shred of his sincerity and return to the past. However, he had forgotten that his heart was cold. He didn't love her, so how could he care about anything that she did …

"I know."

Qiao Anxia's voice was indifferent as she regained her senses. She didn't even spare a glance for the clothes in the basket.

Since he, Mo Tingyue, didn't care about it, she wouldn't be so stupid as to do it in the future!

Right now, she only wanted to be by herself and get rid of these chaotic emotions.

Back in her room, she closed the door and was about to switch on the light when, in the darkness, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, pressing her against the wall.

"Why are you here …"

She did not expect Mo Tingyue to appear in her room.

The gloomy eyes of Qiao Anxia before him exuded a cold light as he spoke with a terrifying tone. "Qiao Anxia, do you not hear what I have said?"

"Why are you so impatient to seduce him?!"

"We just happened to meet."

At this moment, Qiao Anxia's heart seemed to have gone numb. There were no undulations in her heart, and her voice sounded indifferent.

When Mo Hancheng came back with her just now, someone would definitely tell him.

"Heh."

"A coincidence?"

"You happened to be in his room for an hour?"

"Believe it or not."

Qiao Anxia did not explain, but in Mo Tingyue's eyes, it was guilt. She, Qiao Anxia, felt guilty.

"Qiao Anxia, don't forget that you're Mo Tingyue's woman, not Mo Hancheng's!"

Mo Tingyue's eyes were filled with coldness, and his cold voice was filled with anger.

Thinking that she and Mo Hancheng had been in the room for an hour and that she smelled like Mo Hancheng, Mo Tingyue felt depressed and angry. He pulled her wrist and pressed her down on the bed.

"Hiss —"

Qiao Anxia's wrist ached from the pain. She felt the man pressing down on her, his body tensed up. Suddenly, she felt a chill on her chest, and the collar of her shirt was forcefully torn open by him.

Qiao Anxia quivered and struggled in fear. She placed both her hands on his chest and tried to push him away, "Mo Tingyue! What are you doing! "

"Didn't you want me? I'll satisfy you! " The moonlight seeped in through the window, faintly reflecting Qiao Anxia's red and swollen lips, making Mo Tingyue's gentle face turn cold. The sullen look in his eyes made him lose his mind, he just wanted to take her for himself.

"Mo Tingyue, you bastard!" Let me go! "

Their repeated bullying made Qiao Anxia extremely angry. Her beautiful eyes showed a trace of anger as she raised her hand and slapped Mo Tingyue.

"Pa ~ ~"

A crisp sound echoed in the room.

What did Mo Tingyue take her to be?

A substitute?

He had someone he loved, someone who would stand by his side and not touch that woman for four years. What was he doing now? To be jealous of Mo Hancheng?

How ridiculous …

"Mo Tingyue, you couldn't have fallen in love with me, right?"