A ringing sounded through Bai Weiwei’s brain. Having encountered a slag man fighter, her slag woman physique reflexively resisted.
Even at first glance, that kind of slag couldn’t be counted on at all.
Only his appearance was debonair. He had a pair of eyes with an electric light, anyone who saw would be charged up, anyone who saw would be uplifted.
It was genuine slag goods.
Bai Weiwei felt that she could fall into a disadvantage.
At the thought of belly dancing, bare assed together along with the system, her emotions were going to blow up.
Bai Weiwei focused on her expression and stared at He Dongling foolishly.
He Dongling was still playing to his charm, he gently asked: “What’s the matter, Weiwei? Scared? I’m all right.”
Bai Weiwei’s lashes fluttered and a tear unintentionally fell.
She hurriedly bowed her head. Her thin shoulders couldn’t help shaking and the pen in her hand also trembled.
Bai Weiwei looked down at the signature of the divorce agreement, which was signed He Dongling.
She smiled reluctantly, “Dongling, I know all about it.”
He Dongling smile was unchanged, “What do you know?”
Bai Weiwei’s fragility and vulnerability was proportional to his calm.
“I know all about you…… Your……”
He Dongling gazed at her with a soft glow and seemed to encourage her to continue.
Bai Weiwei suddenly sobbed, bit her lips embarrassedly with reddened eyes.
Affair. It was so difficult to say.
It was as if his still sentimental eyes made her think that she was still loved.
He Nanxi stood to the side. Since his brother woke up, he clenched his jaw, crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall. His downcast eyes were icy and cold.
He slowly raised his beautiful eyes to Bai Weiwei’s fragile, embarrassed yielding.
As well as his brother’s seemingly gentle, but actually prideful intimidation.
He Nanxi’s fingers, pinched into the meat of his palm with enough force to draw blood.
Yet, it didn’t hurt at all.
His eyes only had her fragile, surrendering, compromising figure.
【Ding, the male lead’s favorability is at 60.】
“You’re cheating.”
This sentence, cold and tough, was full of condemnation.
Bai Weiwei was surprised that He Nanxi had come to her side.
He reached for her hand and pressed it down, so the tip of the pen fell on the divorce settlement.
“Sister-in-law, I watched my brother sign this divorce agreement. He isn’t anyone good. From an early age, he was good at deceiving people. He looks refined, but is a well dressed beast. Don’t let him fool you.”
He Dongling’s smile was a little stiff.
Was this little brother picked up?
How could he speak that way about his brother?
Bai Weiwei’s fingers were weak. She stared down at the pen, then suddenly looked up at He Dongling.
There seemed to be countless tender feelings in her eyes, but also chilling pain, interwoven into a complex but impactful gaze directed at He Dongling.
He Dongling’s spine tingled as he took in her eyes.
Her voice was hoarse, “Dongling, the one you love, came to find me. She said I was just a stand in.”
At this point, Bai Weiwei gave a self deprecating smile.
“No, not as good as a stand in, I’m just a woman you married as a target. Because the woman you love is your father’s lover.”
He Dongling wasn’t ashamed from being exposed at all. Instead, he freely said: “Weiwei, how could I do that to you? You know I am handsome and wealthy, there will always someone slandering me, don’t believe what other women say.”
Indeed worthy of being the slag warrior king.
Tipped trough, he even has the face to say such words.
