Chapter 601
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Mo Ying update:2022-08-22 12:53
Joe Mai MACHINE TRANSLATION
The current situation was that she should be standing in the same trenches as her sister, Xi Muru, with the spearhead always facing the outside world. First, she had to defeat the powerful Fang Zining, and then the civil war between her and Xi Muru.
At the thought of this, she immediately got up, quickly turned off the computer, and took her identification card and walked out of the door. She could not foolishly wait every day in this place where Dongfang Mo would never come. She had to think of a way to get in touch with YAN RU Only if Xi Muru could get in touch with her and discuss the cooperation plan would it work.
Xi Muxue had always been a rich lady. In the past, she had always driven when she went out. Later on, she played Xi Muru’s identity. Because Xi Muru did not know how to drive, she did not dare to drive. Of course, Dongfang Mo did not give her a car either.
However, she had always been pampered and pampered. Of course, she would not squeeze into a bus or anything. The first choice when she went out was still a taxi.
Xi Muxue had not gone out for a long time. Ever since the birthmark on her forehead had been removed and her face had undergone plastic surgery, she had stayed at home every day for more than twenty days.
Today was her first day out. Although it was already the end of the year, the winter sun in Binhai was still effective and scorching. The Sun made her skin, which had just revealed her forehead, feel a little uncomfortable, so she quickly put down her bangs.
There were many taxis in Binhai, so they waited for one in less than two minutes. The taxi service in Binhai was also very considerate. The daily newspapers would be provided in the car, so after Xi Muxue got in the car, she picked up the newspaper to read because she was bored.
Xi Muxue was not a person who liked to read books and newspapers. Even if she occasionally flipped through the newspapers, she would usually only read the entertainment section. This was her usual style. She liked to read gossip about entertainment She did not pay attention to other things like the construction of the people’s livelihood. She could not read it.
However, the news on the entertainment section of today’s newspaper had indeed shocked her. It turned out that the CEO of the Dongfang Corporation, Dongfang Mo, was going to step into marriage again after six years He was going to be engaged to a Chinese Lady, Fang Zining, tomorrow.
Although she had already heard the news online that Dongfang Mo was going to be engaged to Fang Zining, she did not expect the engagement date to come so soon. It was tomorrow.
Looking at the photo of Dongfang Mo and Fang zining gazing at each other affectionately in the newspaper, she was so jealous that her fingers were digging into her own flesh.
She remembered that seven years ago, before Dongfang Mo got into a car accident, he had returned from the United States and once brought her to a charity party. That time, the photo of her and Dongfang Mo holding hands was also taken by entertainment reporters Then, it was placed on the front page of the newspaper. At that time, she was envied by others and was extremely happy, even though she was only 17 years old.
However, a few days after she accompanied Dongfang Mo to attend the charity gala, Dongfang Mo got into a car accident, and the prince charming in her heart instantly became as ugly as a toad.
However, after seven years, Dongfang Mo, who was once as ugly as a toad, had become prince charming five years ago. Unfortunately, his gaze never stopped for her.
Now, the handsome and charming Dongfang Mo was going to get engaged to a woman named Fang Zining. Then, they were going to get married. They were going to be husband and wife for the rest of their lives, so how could she be willing?
Dongfang Mo was hers. From the beginning to the end, it was Xi Muxue’s. Even though she had done the Foolish Act of letting Xi Muru marry Dongfang Mo on her behalf six years ago, she was already regretting it now, wasn’t she?