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The man's cold, arrogant eyes swept over her face, then he picked her up from the ground and put her in the car.

After that, cover your body …

The car rocked in the wind and rain like a boat thrown into the sea. She was cold and hot, hot and cold and endless...

Ah …

Wen Nuan suddenly sat up, waking up from his dream. His hand touched his forehead, which was covered in sweat.

For seven consecutive days, she had had this nightmare every night.

Within the dream, it was all about the wedding day, as well as a dream-like yet not dreamlike crimson image. It was a luxurious car, a tall and cold man with blurry facial features.

"Damn it!" She sat up, suspecting it was the effect of the wedding pictures and videos.

She scratched her sweaty hair and walked slowly to the bathroom.

Ye Zichen boiled water and splashed some cold water on his face.

Looking in the mirror, her soft and delicate cheeks were flushed, and her long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.

She felt that she was going crazy. She had clearly never done that before, why didn't Han Ting find out that the video was fake? Furthermore, who was the one who framed her like that?

Her dreamy marriage was gone, her lover was gone, and it made her dizzy and at a loss for what to do.

At that moment, her cell phone rang.

Wen Nuan wiped his face and ran over to pick it up. The number was from Shen Yan, who was in the same office.

"Warm, the manager said, you... There's no need to go to work. "

Wen Nuan touched his forehead with a headache, just as he hung up the phone, a knock came from the door.

She put down her cell phone and went to open the door. The landlord came in and chased her away.

"Miss Wen, I do not plan to rent out my house. I plan to live alone."

"What?" If you don't want to rent it, you should at least give me a period of time, right? " Wen Nuan stared with his red eyes, his expression furious.

"How am I supposed to find you if you don't turn on your phone for the next few days?" "Anyway, please move out now."

"I'm not leaving. You can't be so sudden." Wen Nuan was a little angry.

"That's not up to you. This is my house. I have the final say."

After saying that, the landlord called in several large men, and without a word threw her things into the large, dirty cardboard box.

Wen Nuan wanted to stop them, but she was simply unable to stop the sturdy men. Very quickly, her things were all messed up, and she was so angry that she wanted to cry.

"Go ahead and report it. You've already become so 'famous' anyways. Let's see if you'll lose any more face."

Several men, like bandits, pushed her out of the house and threw her things out of the neighborhood.

The landlord and a few men got into the car and disappeared without a trace. He even told the security guards in the residential complex that she was going to steal something and not be allowed to enter the residential complex again.

Wen Nuan was still wearing his pajamas, with his bare feet. His hair was in disarray, and his eyes were red and swollen.

Why was she so unlucky?

Suddenly it began to rain again, and the rain came splashing down, hitting her in the face.

She tried to hail a taxi, but none of them stopped.

She had never felt such despair before. Beside her were a few broken cardboard boxes. Everything she had was a mess under the heavy rain. She didn't even have a clean set of clothes to change into …

A black Rolls-Royce pulled up to the curb.

She sniffed and ventured to knock on the window.

"What's the matter?" The driver rolled down his window and looked at her suspiciously.

"Hello, can I trouble you to send me to a nearby hotel? I'll pay the fare." When she had finished, she suddenly felt embarrassed, that she had been forced into this situation.

A low, mellow male voice came from the back, "Get in."

Wen Nuan nodded his head in gratitude and ran back to carry the big box to the trunk.

Suddenly, a few more black SUVs pulled up to the side of the road. As the windows rolled down, everyone in the SUV turned to look at her.

Damn, how could this be?

"Please get in the car." Someone gave her a shove behind her and pushed her into the car.

Wen Nuan felt that he had really been struck with bad luck for eight lifetimes, to be able to block a car in such a "spectacular" manner.

He raised his eyes and saw a man in a white shirt sitting in the back seat. He had a handsome face and was resting with his eyes closed.

This was the most beautiful man wearing a white shirt that Wen Nuan had ever seen. There were two deep blue, prismatic gems on his sleeves that glittered brilliantly, as if there were countless stars hidden inside.

Broad shoulders, narrow back, long legs, eye sockets, nasal peaks, thin lips, as cold and hard as a carving knife.

She wiped the rain off her face and said with embarrassment, "I'm sorry, your car is dirty. Please give me the bill, I will wash it for you …"

Before she could finish, the car started up and she was caught off guard. She fell to the side and imprinted a large puddle of water on his arm.

She wanted to cry, but there were no tears. She quickly moved to the side and sat far away, not daring to touch him again.

"To the Phoenix Hotel." The man spoke up.

Wen Nuan quickly turned her head to look at him, her eyebrows knitted slightly, and she said softly: "I can't live there, please just stop at a motel, that's all."

"I'll treat you." The man slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at her.