Night kiss the wolf little: the little wife is very impure

People are dazzled by the sight, but in fact all these extravagant scenes are just local dignitaries and celebrities to welcome the arrival of Han Hanche, the president of the Han family chaebol.

"Let them all withdraw." The black Italian handmade suit made the man's strong and tall body more upright, and the black sunglasses covered his eyes, but the cold voice made people shudder.

"Yes, Young Master Han."

He has followed Han Hanche for five or six years. Qiao Sen knows Han Hanche's habits clearly. No one dares to disobey what he said. Of course, he also knows that the purpose of Han Hanche's return this time is only for a woman, and one is already dead. A woman of three years.

A black luxury commercial vehicle stopped on the side of the road not far from a flower shop, which is very close to the 'Ning Xin Cemetery', and there is only this small flower shop in this area.

"Young Master Han, is it still a white rose?" the dead machine in front turned to look at Han Hanche and asked softly.

Moving back along his line of sight, he only saw the cuffs in the silver lining, the exquisite and luxurious buttons, and then looked down, there was a high-end Cuban cigar between his slender fingers, and he raised his fingertips leisurely , that cigar between those sexy lips.

The smoke from his mouth was blown away, making his entire face blurry, except for those sharp eyes, which were still shining, like the eyes of a wolf, showing a cold light...

"I'll go buy it myself..." The deep and magnetic voice was as intoxicating as mellow fine wine, and the breeze drifted in from the car window, blowing away the curl of smoke, making his engraved handsome face gradually clear.

The driver stopped talking, got out of the car quickly and opened the door of the back seat, a pair of shiny black leather shoes slowly fell to the ground, and walked towards the small flower shop not far away.

"Miss, help me get a bouquet of white roses." From the moment Han Hanche walked to the entrance of the flower shop, his eyes never moved from the white roses in the shop. It was her favorite flower. Every year on her death day , he would bring her favorite flowers to see her.

"Please wait a moment, I'll wrap it up for you right away." A clear voice like a silver bell sounded, and Han Hanche couldn't help but look away. He was very curious about what kind of woman had such a beautiful voice.

But when he saw that face, his whole body was like a bolt from the blue, and he was completely stunned. It took a long time before he trembled: "Neon clothes..."

That face was really his neon clothes, as if she had never left, that bright smile, those dimples on his cheeks were his favorite.

Shu Siya was busy with the work in hand, she didn't notice the man's strange gaze at all, she didn't even notice that standing in front of her was a super handsome man comparable to Apollo.

"Sir, your flowers are wrapped. The total is 120 and five yuan." Shu Siya's pretty face was filled with a sweet smile. When her eyes fell on the man, she opened her mouth wide in surprise. It was the first time seeing such a handsome man, but...he seemed a little cold, so cold that she didn't dare to take another look.

Han Hanche looked at her, and gradually came back to his senses. He knew it wasn't her. In these agile eyes, there was a brilliance that was different from the neon clothes, but his eyes still didn't want to move away...

After a while, a thousand-yuan bill was handed over to Shu Siya. Just as the man turned around, a woman's voice came from behind——