Chen Ruoxin pretended to be surprised and shy, raised her head and glanced at the man, then lowered her head instantly and said softly: "I'm sorry."

Chen Ruoxin's voice had the tenderness and softness of a little girl, and her apology voice was especially nice. The man's eyes lit up instantly.

Jiujiu, who came over after hearing the news about Baozi, was stunned when she saw the man's appearance.

During her strategy career, she was most impressed by two men, one was Ain, her husband, and the other was Murong Zhao who gave her his mark.

And this man happened to look exactly like Murong Zhao.

The mean eyebrows, the bloodthirsty red on his lips, and the hostility hidden under the smiling eyebrows are almost exactly the same as Murong Zhao.

Jiujiu felt her body tremble, and she subconsciously wanted to leave, but before she could leave, someone stopped her.

Murong Zhao turned his head. The moment he saw Jiujiu, the corner of his mouth curled up and he spoke, his voice cold and cold with a hint of surprise: "Take it away."

The bodyguard beside Murong Zhao was surprised to see that Murong Zhao, who was originally interested in the little girl sitting on the ground, changed his interest in an instant. He couldn't help but be startled, turned his head to look at Chen Ruoxin, and asked: "What about this young lady?"

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Murong Zhao lowered his head and glanced at Chen Ruoxin, who was sitting on the ground with a pitiful expression. His handsome brows furrowed slightly, he snorted coldly and said in a cold tone: "Throw it out, it will be embarrassing."

After saying that, he walked directly towards his exclusive box.

Chen Ruoxin looked in shock as she looked at Murong Zhao, who was very interested in her just now, but his attitude changed instantly. Especially when she saw Jiujiu, who had made Murong Zhao change his attitude, a trace of ferocity appeared on her face.

Jiujiu wanted to leave when Murong Zhao asked someone to stop her, but none of Murong Zhao's men were ordinary people, and now Jiujiu was powerless and was simply a piece of fish under a knife.

He could only be sent to Murong Zhao's box with an internally hurt look on his face.

The private room was clean and refreshing. There was a fruit plate and a bottle of rose champagne chilled in ice cubes on the table. When he saw Jiujiu coming in, Murong Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly and waved to Jiujiu,

He said: "Come here."

Looking at Murong Zhao's face, Jiujiu Xinxin felt a little uneasy, especially when she thought about how Murong Zhao held her hand and asked her who she was when she died. This uneasiness was especially strong.

Although she tried her best to tell herself that this man was not Murong Zhao but a man who looked exactly like Murong Zhao, she still could not overcome the knot in her heart and could not make up her mind to walk over.

Seeing Jiujiu's confused and hesitant expression, Murong Zhao curled up the corners of his mouth. Looking at Jiujiu's eyes so bright that they seemed to be reflecting light, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said, "Queen?"

Jiujiu trembled, raised her head and looked at Murong Zhao, determined not to admit it: "Sir, do you know me?"

Seeing Jiujiu's refusal to admit it, Murong Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of displeasure appeared on his bloodthirsty face. However, he suppressed it when he thought that the person standing in front of him was Jiujiu, the Jiujiu he had been looking for for a long time.

He controlled his violent emotions and said, "No need to pretend, I know you know me."

Jiujiu: "..."

"Why, are you scared?" Murong Zhao took a sip of champagne, looked at Jiujiu Mansi and said in a logical manner: "My queen."

When he said the word Queen, he was seventy percent sure, but now it was ten percent. He never expected that besides Ai Yin, the people who would be reincarnated with him would be Murong Zhao, and his expression suddenly became subtle.

She originally wanted to refuse to admit it, but when she thought that Murong Zhao already knew about her, she could only purse her lips, lowered her head and said, "How did you know it was me?"

Murong Zhao: "My queen is so beautiful, I can recognize her at a glance no matter who she is."

Beauty is in the bones, not in the skin. Jiujiu is the only woman that Murong Zhao cares about in his life. No matter how beautiful she was back then, or how she looks as she grows old and has gray hair, Murong Zhao has always cared about her.

She thinks she is amazingly beautiful. Besides, didn't she realize that she looks very similar to her before?

Hearing Murong Zhao's words, Jiu Jiu was slightly moved. Looking at Murong Zhao's face, Jiu Jiu felt quite guilty. Thinking about how she had left him behind, she couldn't help lowering her long eyelashes and sighed softly.

He took a breath and said to Murong Zhao: "How did you get here?"

She signed a contract with Jiuli and needed to keep traveling because she wanted to survive, and Ain followed her because she was bound to her soul. What about Murong Zhao?

I have never liked him or been bound to him, how could he come here.

Murong Zhao's eyes were slightly narrowed, and his slender and straight white jade-like fingers gently held the champagne glass and shook it. When he watched the wine sloshing in the glass and splashing water, his cold thin lips curled up slightly.

He raised his eyebrows, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Jiujiu and said, "Why don't you explain to me, queen, who you are?"

Murong Zhao blocked all the doubts in Jiujiu's heart with just one sentence, and thinking of Murong Zhao's accommodation and kindness to her, Jiujiu was speechless for a moment. She pursed her lips and thought.

I want to say: "I am Jiujiu."

"Jiujiu?" Murong Zhao moved his thin lips slightly and repeated Jiujiu's name, then raised his head and looked at Jiujiu.

Jiujiu was only in her third year of high school, and her delicate face was a little childish. The eyes she looked at Murong Zhao were clear, with black and white pupils, as if she could see into the depths of a person's soul.

Murong Zhao's eyes flickered, he stood up, walked to Jiujiu's side, stretched out his hand to hold Jiujiu's neck, tightened his palms, until he felt that Jiujiu was starting to suffocate, then he let go of his hand and stood aside looking at

Jiujiu, who was coughing violently, said regretfully: "I really want to kill you."

Jiujiu's eyes widened instantly. She didn't expect Murong Zhao to be so perverted. A look of panic instantly appeared on her delicate face, and she stammered: "It is illegal to kill someone."

Murong Zhao blew the non-existent dust on his fingers and nodded: "I know, but I just want to kill you, Queen. In this way, you will always be mine."

"Perversion." Jiujiu cursed in her heart, but she didn't dare to continue, for fear of offending Murong Zhao's abnormality and causing him to do something even crazier.

Taking a deep breath, looking at Murong Zhao's still handsome face, Jiujiu gritted her teeth and said: "Murong Zhao, I admit that I was wrong at the time, but you and I are already in the past tense, and all that has passed.
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