Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

"Qi Aozhi, why do we do this? Will you let me go? " She cried, sobbing uncontrollably.

At the other end of the telephone line, Qi Aozhi is half leaning on the sofa of the luxury suite of the hotel, holding the phone in one hand, holding a cigarette in the other hand, slowly spitting out a cigarette ring.

Across the ocean, across the thin telephone line. Listening to her sobbing on the other end of the phone, he felt that his heart seemed to be strongly affected by a thin thread. Every sob over there made his heart ache.

His eyes, through the rising smoke rings, seemed to see the girl who had been with him since he was a teenager. He lost his mother as a child, and she was just like him. I first met her at her mother's funeral.

In her garden, he saw a lonely crying girl. At that time, although he had not grown up, the first thing he saw her was that he didn't want her to cry so sad. He clearly remembered that he stayed with her all night that day. From then on, they entered each other's lives. They had so many beautiful memories. Why did they evolve into what they are today?

Does hatred have such lethality? He closed his eyes, some place in his heart was slowly soft, his voice slowed down, and even had a deep feeling that he could not feel: "don't cry, OK? You make my heart ache, you know? "

Suddenly, such a warm voice rang out beside the eardrum. Lin Yiwan stopped crying. Her fingers clenched the phone tightly. Vaguely, she seemed to go back to the past. Her heart was filled with sour feeling. Once upon a time, he whispered in her ear, with deep feeling.

The corner of her lips overflowed with a sad smile and murmured: "remember what you said before? You said that you would never make me cry again, but only make me laugh. But these days, what do you give me? Only tears, pain and humiliation. Let me go, will you? I don't expect to have any happiness in the future. At least, you let me accompany my father to spend the days with little time. "

Her words beat his heart, and his will and the hatred for her cultivated these days disintegrated inch by inch. However, a picture suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, that is his favorite father, staring at the heart with unwilling eyes, saying to him, proud, remember our enemy

His head was soaked with big drops of sweat, he flatly pressed the phone, can't, he can't let her collapse his will, such hatred, he can't forget, otherwise, how he faced his father under the nine springs.

Lin Yiwan listened to the busy sound of "Dudu" coming from the other end of the phone. For a moment, some did not respond. The next second, she finally understood that he had hung up.

Just rising up a glimmer of hope, by this "doodle" busy tone of life cut off. He won't let her go, and he won't let her see her father. The eyes were so sore that they thought they were going to dry. Once again, they filled the whole orbit. She was so stupid that she thought he would read some old love and let her go.

She will never forget that when Qingcong was young, he stroked her hair and said to her, "little girl, I can only be my daughter-in-law in the future."