Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

He took a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, took a few puffs, felt dull, threw it on the ground, and got into the car.

He starts the engine, but he doesn't know where to drive. It seems that every corner of the world is cold.

Just now, when he saw her get out of his car and throw herself to the man who was waiting for her at night, his heart was like a fire. Almost without thinking, he got out of the car and ran after her, grabbed her and forced her to kiss, just to swear his sovereignty over her.

He shook his head and forced himself to stop thinking about it. At this time, his mobile phone rang, an unfamiliar number.

He casually connected the phone. The voice at the other end of the phone was as soft as water: "Mr. Qi, I'm Xu Jia."

Xu Jia? Qi Aozhi frowned. After that night club meeting, Xu Jia came to see him several times. He wrote her a large check, her father's illness, her brother's studies, everything was solved.

He can feel the difference between Xu Jia and him. After that, Xu Jia often makes a phone call intentionally or unintentionally to say hello. However, such a late night, it seems that the girl has some impure purposes.

But this evening, he had some impulse to see her. He's not a philanthropist, and he doesn't show compassion. But Xu Jia... She should thank her parents for giving birth to a pair of the woman's eyes, so that every time he faces it, there will always be an illusion, as if he had returned to the past

The voice of the woman on the phone is gentle and lovely. He pauses and says to the phone, "I'll call someone to pick you up in half an hour."

Xu Jia stood in front of the presidential suite of this top hotel, and he felt like a dreamer. That high above, domineering matchless man, even willing to see her, and it is in such a late night, such a place of imagination.

He was the nobleman she hit, and he gave her the greatest and most practical help. All the problems are solved, and in the process, she can't help falling in love with this man.

It's true that she likes rich men. She always takes fishing for a golden son-in-law as her goal. But this time, she falls in love with him only because of love, which has nothing to do with wealth and fame

Such a perfect man, no woman will not be moved. She knew he had a wife, but so what? She just wanted to be closer to him.

She took a deep breath, then raised her hand and knocked gently on the door. Then the door opened. A beautiful and perfect face of a man appeared behind the door.

He saw her, handsome face no special expression, dark eyes slightly raised: "come in."

Into the room, there is no imagined dim light, ambiguous atmosphere. With the light on, he didn't even take off his suit and jacket.

She is a little stupefied, is she wrong?

The man closed the door behind her, then smiled faintly, pointed to the sofa and said, "sit down, don't be nervous."

She listened to his command, sat down on the black leather sofa, and looked at him with some embarrassment.

He took out a bottle of wine and two goblets from the wine cabinet and put them on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

He sat down on the sofa opposite to her, his lips slightly crooked, but he didn't have the usual indifference and alienation, even with a kind of gentle: "I'm sorry to pick you up so late. I want someone to have a drink with me, OK? "