Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

When he talked about the crash, Jiang Shiyu's face turned white. At that time, the life of Mencius period just disappeared in that second. And this man, the initiator, can still say these words at this moment.

Her body was stiff. The car accident that day and the innocent death of Mencius had been haunting her like an inextricable nightmare over the years, making her physically and mentally tired and haggard. And with that memory came, followed by all kinds of, let her fall into the most unbearable past.

Jiang Shiyu's chest undulated violently, her shell teeth clenched her lips tightly and did not speak. She was afraid that once she spoke, she would reveal the emotion at the bottom of her heart and the burning hatred.

Fortunately, the company's compound has arrived at this time.

She took a few deep breaths and tried to calm down before she said, "Mr. Qi, I've arrived."

Sure enough, the company has arrived. Qi Aozhi stepped on the brake and stopped at the gate of the compound. He noticed that Jiang Shiyu's mood seemed to be down all of a sudden. He thought it was because she had arrived home.

The pity in his heart was even more serious. He thought that only cold and despair could be brought to her by that family. How could he free her as soon as possible.

At this time, Jiang Shiyu had already taken off his coat on her body and gave him a smile: "Mr. Qi, I got off the car. Goodbye!"

He watched her hand cover the door and was about to open the door and get off. With a bang in his brain, he bent down and held her white wrist on the door with his big hand. A low and magnetic voice rang out in her ear: "Shiyu, don't go."

She was stunned. She turned around and met him with a pair of dark pupils. He was so close to her, and he was born with such an aura. In the face of this pressure, she shrank for a moment.

She finally opened her mouth and said, "I'm home. It's time to go back."

But he stubbornly did not let her go: "stay a little longer, OK?"

She lowered her head and pulled a reluctant smile from her lips: "how about staying a little longer? After all, it's still my home, and that man is still my husband. "

His heart hurt and blurted out: "Shiyu, if you like, you can choose not to walk into this cold yard. I don't want you to suffer any more. "

She raised her eyes, and a trace of banter flashed in her clear eyes: "do you mean... Let me go with you now?"

His hand on her white wrist, increased strength, his tone with irrepressible affection: "before you return to freedom, I will not let you go with me. However, I can at least find a place for you to suffer less injustice and suffering. "

She lowered her head and looked at the slender white knuckles that he held tightly in her hands. She felt a slight tremor in his tail, and her heart also convulsed uncontrollably. Maybe, he really loved her, but how can he make up for the loss of a life?

In the dark, her eyes flashed, and then slowly said: "I know more about Meng Yuqi than you. He gave me life, although life is not like death, but I will choose the most appropriate time to leave. Aozhi, you just need to do what I say. "