Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

She closed her eyes, and then slowly opened them. This time, she read the prominent words in the newspaper clearly: Qi Aozhi, President of Hengyue, died young, and the whole city sighed.

She couldn't believe it, but the words reminded her of a cruel truth. How could it be like this? She thought that he would wake up. Even for her, she called him in such a voice, in exchange for such an outcome? So he left, took away all the love and hate, but let her how to live alone in this world?

At this moment, there are no tears in her eyes. It's just like this. However, she clearly felt that the heart was torn inch by inch voice, sorrow is not greater than heart death, all thoughts and love have become ash, she has too many words, did not have time to tell him, he left so ruthlessly?

The cruelest thing in the world is nothing more than separation and death. Three years ago, he and she experienced separation, but today, three years later, it is a dead farewell. God is too cruel to him, too cruel to them.

She definitely looked back, looking at Meng Yuqi, her eyes were dry like a dry well, without any vitality. Meng Yuqi saw her like this, but he was flustered for no reason. He thought she would cry, but she didn't shed a tear. Her calm appearance made him feel faint.

She said mechanically, "I'm going to his funeral."

After hearing this, he flatly refused, "no, I don't agree."

"No?" There was a sad smile on the corner of her mouth, and then she said calmly, "then I will die in front of you."

She said such chilling words, but the expression on her face was still so calm. Rao was cold and thin in nature. At this time, she could not help feeling cold. She only thought that if she didn't agree with her, maybe she would really do what she said.

Just attending the funeral. Maybe he should promise and let her die completely from now on.

However, if he is really so easy to speak, he will not be called Meng Yuqi.

His thin lips lifted slightly, and his cold voice echoed coldly in the small room: "even if you die, I won't agree. If you want to see him, you can get together again in your next life. "

The clouds on the horizon were dark and depressed. Although it was morning, the whole day seemed like a mountain rain. In the room, near the window, is a lonely figure of a man in a wheelchair.

Xu Jia walks slowly to the man in front of the window. He heard the voice, slowly turned his face, Xu Jia looked at the man's side face, although his head is still wrapped in thick gauze, although his face is pale and with a serious illness is not cured of haggard, but still can not hide his inherent brilliance. She has always known that he belongs to that kind of man, no matter from what position, has a dazzling luster.

She walked up to him, sighed and asked tentatively, "elder brother Qi, have something to eat."

He hasn't eaten well for several days. She understands the myriad thoughts in his heart, but the body is still the most important thing. She was afraid that he would upset herself.

To her surprise, he even nodded to her and said, "bring me some porridge. It seems that I'm hungry."

Xu Jia was very happy. Although she didn't know what made him change, his words sounded like sounds of nature to her.