Chapter 6: Return

The unique ring in the world.
He said: "You have to wear this ring firmly for a lifetime. Your whole life will always be in my hands. You and your love are all private to me! There is no reason!"
With such a domineering oath, she felt that she was the happiest woman in the world.
It's just that the river flows eastward, and the wild geese flies south, and everything is nothing.
Mu Chuqing smiled bitterly, took off the ring, stood up, and handed it to the left wing.
"Help me return this to him..."
The left wing was stunned, watching the slender and pale hand in front of him trembling, he finally took it.
She touched her skin inadvertently between her fingers, cold ice.
The left wing could only nod his head and turned to leave.
Mu Chuqing walked to the box and opened it.
The mounting of the photos is naturally the most high-end and exquisite. In every photo, she smiles heartlessly, bright and happy.
But now, everything seems ridiculous and sad.
Mu Chuqing sighed, sitting on the sofa, looking around the empty villa.
There was a bitter smile and tears.
Oath, promise this kind of thing, only betrayal is valuable!
That night, the leftist handed the signed divorce agreement to Sheng Yuchen.
Sheng Yuchen sat on the chair in the hospital and glanced at the file on the left wing.
His deep black eyes seemed to flicker twice, and his heart sank in a panic. With frowned frowns, he stood up and walked towards Chang Chu's ward.
"You put it away first!"
The left wing was stunned for a moment, looking at the upright figure of the boss, but walking for no reason into a kind of loneliness.
He looked down at the location of the man's signature--
Blank...
"Boss!"
Suddenly, the left wing remembered something, and caught up with Sheng Yuchen, and handed what he took out of his arms to Sheng Yuchen.
"This is...Miss Mu asked me to return it to you..."
Sheng Yuchen's black eyes shrank suddenly, and he stretched out his hand to knock out the ring in the left wing's hand.
She doesn't want it, why should he be a treasure!
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The female professional broadcast sound suddenly sounded, Mu Chuqing opened his eyes and put away the blanket on his body.
Four years, she came back.
Fucheng International Airport Terminal! !
At the gate of the terminal, there were more than 20 people, men and women, six people on the left and right, all of whom were business elites with indifference and arrogance, simple and capable in appearance, and the rest were foreign bodyguards in all black suits.
At their center is a tall and slender woman.
The woman is wearing Chanel’s latest silver-and-white suit with the same color necklace on her chest, and a pair of silver diamond-studded pointed sandals under her feet. The exposed skin is white and smooth, and her sharp and shiny chin is slightly raised. , A pair of black sunglasses with silver rim on Pasha's small face covered most of his face.
She gently put her hands in the pockets on both sides of her jacket, her feet moved extremely fast, with wind at her steps, and her waist-length big wavy black long hair seemed to be alive with her movements, gliding through a graceful arc in the air. .
Everyone in the terminal stopped or turned their heads, looking curiously and enviously at the flamboyant and powerful woman.