Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

He low smile, he is not very silly?

But Chang Huan, will you let me do it?

I really love you.

Hang up the phone, Chang Huan and sent a while to stay, think of the clothes changed in the morning has not been cleaned, called the hotel service, his clothes to customer service.

"Is there anything else to wash, miss?" Room service was very polite. Pointing to a black suit on Chang Huan's bed, he asked, "do you want to wash that suit with me?"

Chang Huan smell speech tiny Zheng for a while, looking back to see the suit on the bed, this just remember that there is such a dress.

"Well, let's do it together." Slightly stunned, she went to pick up the suit and handed it to the room attendant.

Since this dress is dirty because of her, she should wash it and return it to him.

She didn't want to owe him.

However, when she was about to hand it over to the waiter, she hesitated again and said, "forget it. I'll just wash this dress myself."

There was a faint smell of tobacco on the clothes. It was familiar and strange. It reminded her endless memory. She was suddenly unwilling to send it out.

It wasn't until the waiter left and the door closed gently that she realized what she had done. She couldn't help chagrining, but there was no way.

Just wash it. It's no big deal.

She said to herself that in any case, that person had nothing to do with herself.

Turned on the tap, Chang Huan put the suit into the sink, took the soap on one side and washed it bit by bit.

Gurgling water, as if back in time, she seems to see many years ago, had been full of joy for his laundry and cooking, at that time, his body light tobacco flavor, is her paradise.

She bowed her head, gently close, smelling the familiar smell of tobacco on her clothes, feeling extremely disappointed.

After seven years, did he finally marry the man he wanted to marry? Did he finally get the happiness he wanted?

Does the smell of tobacco on him finally belong to that person?

Don't know why, think of these, she would have some sad.

Hehe, what's so sad?

He is just a heartless person, he killed her father, he almost did not let go, she hated him, she hated him all her life, will never forgive him!

Thinking of this, she rubbed the clothes in her hand, as if it was that person.

Suddenly, she cried silently.

How could that be?

She clearly hates him so much, why can't she forget him?

Why does he still touch her heart when he appears?

Why is he still greedy for his taste?

What the hell should she do?

Chang Huan, Chang Huan, can't be like this, can't be, this is wrong, dad died because of him, he is your enemy, how can you still have feelings for your enemy? You are betraying your father!

She raised her hand, slapped her face and scolded: "Chang Huan, you wake up and don't think about him any more. He is your enemy. You can only hate him and never have any nostalgia for him."

"Wash the clothes quickly and give them back to him. From then on, you will have nothing to do with each other." Chang Huan slapped himself two times, then wiped away the tears on his face, bowed his head and scrubbed the clothes to make it clean. He found a clothes rack to dry it, put it in the bathroom, turned on the exhaust fan and let the wind blow it dry bit by bit.