Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

His hand gave up the shackles of her, although the words were cruel, he could not bear to lose her. His voice lowered a little, although there was an unwilling compromise: "this matter, let me think about it again. Have something to eat first, eh

Jiang Shiyu looks up slightly. She doesn't respond to his words. She just stares into his eyes stubbornly, waiting for an answer. She agrees or disagrees.

Meng Yuqi's hands were tightly held together, and his knuckles made a sound of crackling. He feels threatened by this woman. What he hates most is being threatened. Is it necessary to make an exception for this woman today? He looked at the light in her eyes without flinching, and all her light and heat were just for the man, a fiery from the bottom of my heart.

He suddenly avoided her eyes, then turned his back and went straight out. When he left, he coldly dropped a sentence: "do you like to eat or not, I will not be threatened by you."

Having said that, without waiting for her response, he almost hastily withdrew from her room. He could not make himself change his mind. He was afraid that if he stayed in this room for another second, he would not help but compromise with this woman.

He came out and forced the door shut. The loud sound of closing the door was particularly harsh in the silent corridor.

As soon as the door closed, all his toughness seemed to disappear from his body. His original straight body was a bit bent, he supported the wall, slowly step by step forward, the pace is heavy and stagnant.

Instead of going downstairs, he went to the sofa in the meeting room on the second floor and sat down. So close to her, he felt more at ease. He flashed a smile of self mockery on his handsome face. The corners of his mouth pursed slightly. After so many years of entanglement, he was the loser. I don't remember where I saw a saying that the person I love first is doomed to lose. He fell in love with her first, but she will never move a true feeling to him.

In the eyes of outsiders, he has so much wealth, power, and beautiful women who come and go at once, but all of them are worth her occasional smile to him. Originally, he could love her in a different way, instead of years of torment, entanglement and slow hatred. However, three years ago, he was wrong, so wrong that there is no possibility of recovery.

He looked out of the window is still not a pause meaning of heavy rain, his life is like this, such as covered with a thick layer of dust, never wash clean.

He leaned back on the back of the sofa, then mechanically took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a few deep breaths, his rebellious eyebrows shrank together deeply, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the few rising smoke in front of him, and it seemed that there was another scene many years ago.

Memories make him a little absent-minded, long ash fell down, fell to his hand, but also with the unfinished spark, let his hand fierce pain, he just wake up and threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, heavy press out. What's the matter with him these days? He's a little stunned. For the sake of that woman, he can't decide what to do.

His brow frowned more tightly. At this time, his mobile phone on the desk suddenly rang. He straightened himself up from the back of the sofa and took the mobile phone absently. It's a totally strange phone on the mobile phone. It's his private line. It's not a familiar person who doesn't know the number at all. So whose is the strange number?