Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

Qi Aozhi asked angrily with some doubts: "does Mencius period have such great energy?"

Wu Yue was already sweating on the other end of the phone. Fortunately, Liu Yan told him a news about Mencius, or he really didn't know how to make a job: "President Qi, you don't know yet. It turns out that this Mencius period is not an ordinary doctor. He is actually the eldest grandson of the Mencius family. However, he has been hiding his identity. "

Is Meng regarded as a family? Qi Aozhi naturally has heard about this family. It is a mysterious and rich family. No one knows their background, but it makes both black and white fear.

Qi Aozhi frowned and knew that he could not hear any more useful news from Wu Yue. He just said coldly and briefly, "I will go back to China as soon as possible. No matter how much I pay, I will get Lin Yiwan back. In addition, don't forget to find out about Mencius

Hung up the phone, Qi Aozhi threw the mobile phone to the sofa, in the heart only felt irritable incomparable. There will be the most important signing ceremony tomorrow. He must stay here. Otherwise, he really wants to go back now. He doesn't want to delay for a second.

That woman was so happy in the arms of other men. Thinking of this, he felt that countless flames were burning in his heart.

Although he was a little puzzled at the bottom of his heart about how the video came out, no matter how it came out, she was in the arms of others, and she took the initiative to throw herself in the arms.

I still remember that in the past, although she always liked to stick to him, she was always shy. Every time he gently kisses her delicate lips, her face will be red for a long time. But now, in other men's arms, she is so charming and charming.

Although he hated her and was angry with her, he wanted to revenge her and her father by all means, but there was always a softest place in his heart, which was reserved for her. He could not touch her, and he did not dare to study deeply. In order to keep her around, he even forgot the hatred of killing her father.

He got up from the sofa, his steps were a little frivolous. He took a bottle of whisky out of the wine cabinet without the bottle opener. He put it on his mouth and the lid opened. His thin lips brimmed with a bitter smile of self mockery. What an old-fashioned word is the so-called "drowning his sorrow with wine". However, at this moment, besides drinking, can he find anything else to anesthetize himself?

He took out a goblet and poured the wine into it. The amber liquid filled the transparent wall in an instant. His slender knuckles held the glass, raised his head, and slowly poured the liquid into his mouth.

He didn't want to get drunk, but he wanted to use it to calm his heart. However, the wine made his chest feel burning pain.

Every second he stayed here, his heart would suffer more. He finally made up his mind, went back to the sofa, picked up the cell phone he had thrown away, and dialed a series of numbers: "Hello, Zhou Feng? There is something urgent in China. I won't attend the signing ceremony tomorrow. You can sign on my behalf. In addition, book me the fastest flight home. "

He took a breath, and then picked up the glass again. This time, he drank it without hesitation. In his dark eyes, it was cold and dark.

Lin Yiwan looked at the nurse covering her father's head with white sheets. She had just arrived at the hospital, and before she could enter the ward, she went to the door and saw such a scene.