The daughter is poisonous: The Boss' runaway bride

Chapter 370
Since he, Tang Xi, had a grudge against her father, he probably wouldn't help her save her father, not to mention that he was the one who planned to frame her father and put her in prison.

Ye Wanqing stroked the flowers and plants on the flower bed, feeling agitated, she forced herself to calm down, not to get too excited, and not to fall into Tang Xi's trap.

Standing outside the courtyard of the villa, with the faint light, she could still see the Lingxiao vine lying on the carved iron gate. At this time, the Lingxiao flower was still blooming, one crop after another.

The crape myrtle flowers around are elegant and quiet in the dark night, as if they are flower gods guarding the villa.

Ye Wanqing could come back here in her lifetime, but she didn't use her own strength to get it back, Ye Wanqing felt mixed feelings.

The kind of homecoming on TV, the kind of revenge and revenge, and then the glory of returning to the hometown, is not so easy to appear in reality.

What's more, she is just a weak woman, while Tang Xi is a beast in the mountains.

It was also a ferocious beast with a cunning that was different from ordinary people, and it was beyond her ability to deal with it.

At this moment, Chen Ping and the make-up artist disappeared. Ye Wanqing looked around in surprise, not knowing when they left.

She took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to go to the carved iron door. Who knew that the iron door opened by itself when her hand just touched it.

Ye Wanqing was taken aback, at the same time, the door lights on both sides also lit up, the lotus shape, the orange light, looked so noble in the dark.

Ye Wanqing looked puzzled, she didn't think there were any man-eating devils in the villa, it was just made up from a horror movie to scare people, but what conspiracy did Tang Xi have waiting for her?

She mustered up her courage, pushed the door open in one breath, and strode in.

The night wind blew her skirt, making her as charming as an elf in the night, especially the faint blue that flickered between her gestures and gestures, making her more mysterious and pure.

With her footsteps, the small lights on both sides gradually turned on, as if she was walking on a river of lights, making the icy blue on the bottom of her ears, neck, wrists, and ankles even more shining.

When she walked to the veranda, the big lantern under the corridor suddenly lit up, illuminating the door on the steps.

There is a flower basket on the door, and she used to pick some flowers every day to put them in. In addition to roses and tulips, there are also various wild flowers and even grasses that she thinks are beautiful.

Whenever she has a wish, she will write it down and put it in the flower basket, and then her family will see it and help her realize it.

She vaguely remembered that when she left home, she seemed to have written a note and stuffed it hastily.

Not for the family to see, but for a sustenance of oneself.

She said that she hopes to be reunited with her family on her birthday.

Even in a dream.

Is she dreaming?

At this moment the door opened, Ye Wanqing opened it and walked in slowly.

There is no musty smell in the house, but a very refreshing smell, and even the faint aroma from the past at home, which is all kinds of incense collected by my father.

Dad doesn't like perfume, but he yearns for the elegant and simple life of the ancient times. He even made a lot of ancient incense, and then burned it in the incense burner. Fragrance, sometimes lily, sometimes rose, osmanthus, musk and so on.

Today's fragrance is sweet-scented osmanthus, not the fragrance from smoke, but the natural fragrance of flowers.

(End of this chapter)