President, go away!

Shen Qingqing smiled slightly with a touch of mockery. "How good does Mr. Huo think five years of prison life can be?" she paused, raised her chin slightly, and stared at his beautiful side face. "If Mr. Huo wants to know, he won\'t know clearly if he goes in and experiences it himself? Why ask me?"

Huo tingxiao was silent when he heard this. He looked at the road ahead and sneered at Shen Qingqing as if he hadn\'t heard it.

Maybach stopped slowly in front of the apartment.

The two people looked at each other, as if they had an emotion swimming in their eyes.

Huo tingxiao\'s is obscure, while Shen Qingqing\'s is an undisguised disgust.

Finally, Shen Qingqing was impatient and said, "since Mr. Huo doesn\'t want to keep me, I\'ll leave first. After all, Mr. Huo disdains a dirty woman like me! In that case, Mr. Huo doesn\'t have to come again in the future. There\'s nothing to say between me and you!"

Her words fell behind. She reached out to push the door, but Huo tingxiao held her slender wrist. He said coldly, and Feng\'s eyes were a little serious. "Shen Qingqing, we really have nothing to say? If I say, what happened to you in prison..."

Before he finished, Shen Qingqing interrupted him. She said, "Mr. Huo, you said I owed you a life, and I paid it back, didn\'t I?" as she said, she frowned slightly, stretched out her hand, and exposed the winding scar on her wrist in front of Huo tingxiao.

But her lips are smiling, she said, "Mr. Huo, look at Shen Qingqing now. I\'ve lost everything. I\'m proud of my hands and feet and my family background. I don\'t know what else Mr. Huo wants. If so, tell me and I\'ll give it to you immediately. Just after that, can you get rid of me? From now on, you\'ll be your president of Huo and I\'ll be my singer ?”

Huo tingxiao smiled and then let Shen Qingqing go. In fact, in today\'s scene, he knew that Shen Qingqing would not believe him when he knew that her hands and feet were exhausted.

Just as he doesn\'t believe Shen Qingqing is!

After a moment of stalemate, Huo tingxiao compromised. He said, "Shen Qingqing, if eight years ago..."

When he mentioned that eight years ago, before he finished speaking, Shen Qingqing smiled indifferently and said decisively, "unfortunately, Mr. Huo has no if!" she paused, and her voice was a little colder, "Yesterday\'s things, such as yesterday\'s death, today\'s things, such as today\'s life! I\'m not Shen Qingqing, and you\'re not Huo tingxiao. We\'re not from the same world for a long time!"

"If Mr. Huo really has a little affection for me, please stay away from my life. Shen Qingqing doesn\'t want to see you again in this life!"

When she finished, she pushed the door and went away. The high-heeled shoes made a clattering sound on the floor, and the sound gradually weakened until her slender back disappeared into the boundless night——

Huo tingxiao didn\'t leave, but sat alone in a narrow space and lit a cigarette irritably. He took a deep breath and slowly spit out the smoke. The surging waves gradually precipitated in a pair of black eyes.