Hidden marriage husband is too cold-blooded

Chapter 167 What's wrong with Xi Dichen (2)

The car drove back to the villa very quickly, but when it reached the door, Xi Dichen called to stop, then looked at Tan Xiyue, and said coolly, "Get out of the car."

Tan Xiyue was taken aback, and told her to get off the car. He meant that he wouldn't get off by himself, and looked at him, "You don't want to go back."

Hearing Tan Xiyue's words, Xi Dichen glanced at her, but did not respond.

Tan Xiyue had no choice but to go down, stood there, watched the car go away, curled her lips, turned around, and went in.

She didn't want to think about where Xi Dichen was going, because the answer might not be satisfactory.

In the private room, Gao Yang, Xiao Yi, Xi Dichen and the others are drinking.

Gao Yang looked at Xi Dichen and Xiao Yi who were drinking vigorously beside him, he was depressed, what happened to them one by one.

"Hey, you didn't say you were going to get married, why is there nothing going on?" Gao Yang picked up the wine and took a sip, looked at Xiao Yi who was drinking next to him, and asked.

Didn't he mutter a few days ago, telling them to wait for the wedding wine, why is he drinking the wine by himself now, and the marriage partner didn't see him bring him over to show his face.

Xiao Yi looked at the wine glass in his hand, and smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, "Fuck, I think it's good to be single, I can flirt with girls, it's so cool, it's not annoying when I'm married."

Gao Yang could only smile, he still knew about this guy and Ji Xue, cousin, this guy is good, tsk tsk.

"By the way, Chen hasn't always looked like an indifferent iceberg. Why does it feel like he has changed recently?"

Leaning down, Xi Dichen, who had been drinking since he came in, looked at Xiao Yi, and said lightly.

"No, I think he's still so cool." Xiao Yi watched the silent Xi Dichen return.

This product is not as cold as before. If we want to talk about changes, it means that the number of drunken drinks has increased, which is depression.

Immediately, Gao Yang touched Xi Dichen's wine glass, blinked and raised his eyebrows, "If you have something on your mind, talk about it."

Xi Dichen lifted his eyelids slightly, looked at the wine in his hand, and shook it, "It's nothing, it's nothing important."

Then he raised his glass and returned it, drinking slowly by himself.

Gao Yang shrugged his shoulders, "Cheng Hongguang has a very sought-after project, do you intend to cooperate with Dijue? I heard that it will be of great interest in the market, have you signed it?"

Xi Dichen raised his hand and paused, his gloomy face turned cold, "I never like threats and temptations. His goal is not just to cooperate with Di Jue..."

Marriage is his focus, so that he can hold the towering tree of Dijue for a long time.

Although his cooperation projects are lucrative, if he was in the past, he might not hesitate to sign them, businessmen.

Never put marriage under useless and get married. The marriage of a successful businessman is sometimes like a chess piece, a chess piece for the future, to choose the most beneficial candidate.

It's just that now he hesitated, and even refused to cooperate. The reason for the refusal was that he was not interested.

That's a good reason, isn't it, he always does whatever he wants, whatever he wants?Can you do whatever you want this time?

Thinking of that woman Tan Xiyue, his deep eyes sank, his eyes were in a trance, and he continued to drink.

"The old man, I'm afraid he wants to give you his daughter, and you will refuse, it can't be for any other reason."

Gao Yang looked at Xi Dichen with interest, and said slowly.

Because the marriage between Xi Dichen and Tan Xiyue is not considered official, it is not easy for him to get a divorce, unless someone...

"You think too much, withdraw, you play." Xi Dichen rolled his eyes at Gao Yang, and said lightly.

Then he got up and walked out gracefully.

Xi Dichen left the private room and drove back to the villa, but he didn't go in and just parked the car far away.

Holding a cigarette between her slender fingers, she raised her eyes, with a trace of deepness in her eyes, quietly looking at the window on the second floor of the villa, where the light was still on.

For a long time, looking down, there was an old photo in the wallet, which was a group photo of three people.

Staring at the photo, the gloomy and handsome face was a bit cold.

(End of this chapter)