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Chapter 731

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It was no wonder that Mo Xicheng, who had the ability to make a name for himself in the entertainment industry, had always been tepid. 13579246810ggaax

He had never taken on films that were likely to be very popular.

In fact, he had never been involved in any scandals. So it was all to suppress her.

With such a mother, he was really drunk.

She suddenly felt sorry for Mo Xicheng.

It was no wonder that his eyes were always full of melancholy, like a shady plant that couldn't see the light of day.

Qiao Lian sighed deeply.

If Shi Nianyao really got together with Mo Xicheng, who knew how much she would suffer.

At that moment, she suddenly understood what Mo Xicheng was thinking.

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The next day, they decided to return to Beijing for the New Year.

The Suzhou property project was on the right track. They only had to wait for the sales in three months.

Early in the morning, they saw Shi Nianyao standing at the hotel entrance with her suitcase.

Qiao Lian paused and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Aren't you going back to Beijing? I'll go with you. "Shi Nianyao walked up to them. Although she was smiling, it was a forced smile.

Looking at her, Qiao Lian could tell that what had happened the day before had hurt her.

It was a good thing that she was leaving the filming crew now.

Hence, Qiao Lian nodded.

As the three of them were leaving, Mo Xicheng came to see them off.

Mo Xicheng's eyes were bloodshot from filming the night before. When he saw Shi Nianyao standing beside them with her suitcase in tow, he paused.

But he didn't say a word.

After all, even if he had a good impression of her, it was just a good impression, like a seedling that had just sprouted.

Seeing his cold expression, Shi Nianyao felt even more dejected.

Finally, she boarded the plane with them.

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By the time Qiao Lian and Shen Liangchuan arrived in Beijing, it was already the end of the year.

Xia Yehua was busy shopping for the New Year and the housekeepers were busy preparing for the New Year.

Xia Nuannuan and Shen Zihao's wedding was set for the 15th of January next year.

After all, they couldn't let her get pregnant and look bad in her wedding dress.

Because of the tight schedule, Dad Xia and Mom Xia decided not to go back for the New Year. They would stay in Beijing to prepare for the wedding.

The atmosphere of the New Year was thick.

The house became even livelier.

But in the evening, Qiao Lian realized that Xia Yehua was standing outside Song Yuanxi's room with a nostalgic expression on her face.

Qiao Lian suddenly realized that Song Yuanxi had been in the rehab home for almost two months.

I wonder how she is recovering now?

She lowered her eyes at the thought of this.

Song Yuanxi was the cause of that incident eight years ago.

Shen Liangchuan had not told her why he had stood her up. Perhaps she could find some clues from Song Yuanxi.

The last time he visited her, she wasn't well.

He wondered if her condition had stabilized during this period of time.

At this thought, the next day, she excused herself and went to the rehab home.

The guards of the sanatorium still did not allow her to enter.

Qiao Lian decided to call Xia Nuannuan and ask her for a favor.

However, just as he was about to make a call, he saw a luxury car driving over.

At first, Qiao Lian didn't pay much attention. But when the car arrived and the driver got out of the car, Qiao Lian saw the person in the backseat through the open car door. It was Mei Feng.

Qiao Lian paused. What was Mei Feng doing here?! Who was she here to visit?

S: I'm done. See you in the wee hours of the morning. Also, my good friend Prince Ru Xue's new book, 'Exclusive Possession: Mr. Mu, Incessantly Lusting!'

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