Shen Shuyi fell off a cliff while filming. In order to be reborn, she accepted the mission of helping heirless bosses in various small worlds to continue their bloodline by having children with the...
[Host, Jiang Ze saved Lin Meng'er who was almost being taken advantage of. ]
Shen Shuyi chuckled and took a sip of wine to hide the inexplicable pain in her heart. The original owner still loved Jiang Ze...but she didn't want to face him again.
A broken mirror can never be mended.
[Host, what would happen if you went to the next door and caught them red-handed? ]
Shen Shuyi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "They just met, and there is still some time before they go to bed. If I don't catch them in bed, will a perverted man like Jiang Ze, who has a strong possessiveness, agree to divorce?"
[So... Host, do you want to allow them to continue contacting each other? ]
"It doesn't matter to them. If they are still together in this life, I will catch them cheating and divorce them. If Jiang Ze is just mentally cheating and hasn't cheated on me physically, I will also find a way to divorce him. I will never let him hurt me in the slightest."
The celebrities here drank wine, talked about the latest bags and sports cars, and said which country they would go to watch the show. Shen Shuyi occasionally responded, and time passed by little by little.
At night, she looked at the time and felt a little tipsy. "It's getting late. I'm going home first. Remember to call me next time you go out to play."
"Shuyi, are you leaving so early?"
"Master Jiang must be waiting for you!"
Shen Shuyi smiled and left with her bag, and Qi Nianxia saw her off.
"Nianxia, go and have fun. My driver is waiting. Don't worry."
"Okay, then send me a message when you get home."
"ok~" Shen Shuyi gestured to her.
She felt her face a little hot, so she went to the bathroom to wash her face.
Chen Shuyi saw herself in the mirror on the sink with a rosy complexion and a faint smell of alcohol on her body. At this moment, hurried footsteps came from the bathroom.
A girl with a delicate face walked in, with red eyes, as if she had been crying.
[Host, what a coincidence, she is Lin Meng'er. ]
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