Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

One is waiting quietly in front of the dining table downstairs, and the other is looking at the picture upstairs. Time goes by little, and it's almost ten o'clock in the twinkling of an eye.

Chu lanchao finally wakes up from his sadness. He looks at the woman in the painting again and treasures the picture. He turns to see the mess of the land. Those broken things are with their common memory, as if they were all broken. It makes his heart ache and his complaint to his mother deeper.

He can understand that she can't accept song Xiaoqing, but he can't forgive her for insulting the dead Xiaolan!

Lower down and silently tidy up the things on the ground. It was almost an hour later. When I went downstairs, I couldn't help but be stunned to see the girl sitting quietly at the dinner table and waiting quietly.

"Why don't you eat first?" Looking at the food on the table which had not been moved, he could not help frowning.

"I want to wait for you!" Song Xiaoqing moved her stiff body, stood up and looked at him quietly. Chu lanchao was silent.

"Sit down and I'll heat up the food." Song Xiaoqing lowered her head and brought in all the food on the table. She set fire to heat it.

Chu Lan Chao looked at her head down silently hot food, some guilt in the heart, marry her is his own willing, why torture her like this? However, if he doesn't love her, how can he look at her?

Xiaolan, do you hate my selfishness?

Eyes wandering around, see the side of the phone, suddenly think of the noon phone, can not help but frown. Previously, he was angry, so he didn't think much about it. He thought Qi Jiaying was trying to persuade him about the morning. But at this time, he realized that there were a lot of doubts. Chu's mother was always ugly and couldn't tell him. He was at work and couldn't know. So he called him. It couldn't be for the morning. Maybe, there was something important to ask him. He saw that song Xiaoqing had not cooked the dishes, so he went to the phone and dialed Qi Jiaying.

"What can I do for you?" After connecting there, he asked coldly.

Qi Jiaying hesitated for a moment and then said, "Miss Chang fell down in the morning and moved her breath."

"What?" He jumped up with fright, his face turned pale, and his mind could not help recalling the situation that he was so angry that he knocked her down to the ground. At that time, he didn't think much about it. When he thought about it, his heart hurt! He hit her, he hit her, she moved! How's the baby? How's she doing?

At the thought that the child might be gone, he trembled all over and rushed out of the house without thinking about it.

"It's hot. Where are you going?" Song Xiaoqing is coming out with food. When she sees him rushing out, she shouts as if she didn't hear him. She immediately knows what's going on. She throws the food on the table and doesn't change her shoes, so she rushes out. Just as he's about to leave, she quickly opens the door and follows him. Before she can sit still, the car has already gone out. She bumps forward, Hit the wound of forehead again, overflow haemorrhage to come again immediately.

She cries out in pain, but Chu lanchao doesn't seem to hear it. She drives to the hospital crazily!

"Slow down, you slow down!" Frightened by his madness, song Xiaoqing screams and grabs his hand, only to find that his body is as cold as frost, and she can't help letting go of it!