is me, not you.'" 。Xiao Jingyu's eyes were obsidian black, with a circle of blue haze at the depths, particularly mesmerizing. 。Now Xiao Jingyu just looked at him, seemingly without any scruples. 。X...In the slight tremor of the car, Liang Jingjing looked at the pushpin for a while, feeling a bit hesitant to stab it in. 。Actually, since she started working in the Municipal Party Committee Office Secretariat, Xiao Zheng has been quite good to her. He treats her as an equal, just like tonight, allowing her to pour him wine, which shows his trust in her. 。Equality and trust, those were things she had never received from Yan Wu, or Cui Tingjian, or Sun Liangji, and the others.

Yet today, she was going to treat him this way, not only drugging him but also sending him to the gates of hell. 。their separate ways. 。At this time, Wang Lao's son, Wang Xiaozhou, also arrived riding an old bicycle. 。His "Si Yuan" Tea House was not far from home, and the old cadre director Qiu Rongyao found him...