I knew for a long time that Qin Jiameng would not admit it.

She has worked hard for so long to forge a good image in front of Ji Qingxuan. How can this image collapse so easily?

however, I don't care about this anymore. I look at Ji Qingxuan and ask him, "I don't know if what Mr. Ji said before still counts?"

I'm just gambling when I ask him that.

Not his feelings for me, but his possessiveness for me.

Ji Qingxuan looked at me with hesitation.

Although I have just told him what Qin Jiameng has said and done, it is obvious that he does not believe everything.

Woman is very sensitive in this respect, he saw Ji Qingxuan's hesitation, immediately vigilant, asked me, "what words?"

"Guess what?"

I look at Qin Jiameng, the corners of my mouth raised to one side, and I deliberately show some secrecy.

"What are you talking about?"

Qin Jiameng looks up at Ji Qingxuan, and her expression is still harmless.

Even if it is a nose on the shelf, but also let her feel embarrassed.


"President Ji." I looked at Ji Qingxuan's hesitant look, not sure he would stand on my side, so I interrupted him first, "I don't want to be your wife, and I don't need her to go to prison."

Ji Qingxuan was surprised to hear what I said.

I continued, "the ancients said," a wife is better than a concubine, a concubine is better than stealing, and what can be stolen is better than what cannot be stolen. " After a pause, I continued, "so, I want to be Mr. Ji's lover, OK?"

Anyway, I believe what Qin Jiameng said.

If my child is really dead and still suffering, how can I make Qin Jiameng feel better?

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