Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

Chang Huan is so dizzy that she doesn't notice what she's saying. She relies on meow and walks into the hotel in people's strange eyes.

Along the way, people kept saying hello to them. Some editorial staff of the company and some late authors were surprised to see Chang Huan's embarrassed and gloomy look.

"Look, is this Wei Wei? Is there something wrong with her? Do you want to go to the hospital? " An editor who was familiar with them was surprised to see them like this and asked with concern.

Aiming at strong to resist the heart of sadness, shaking his head said: "nothing, Weiwei just a little uncomfortable, I first take her back to the room to have a rest, please tell the editor in chief that Weiwei may not be able to participate."

The editor couldn't help but widen her eyes when she heard the speech. She knew that something bad must have happened. She quickly nodded and said, "OK, take her back to the room first. I'll tell the editor in chief right away."

He nodded, half dragged and half held Chang Huan into the elevator, went back to the room, closed the door, put her on the bed, tears could not help falling down, holding Chang Huan and crying: "Weiwei, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, it's my fault, it's me who hurt you. Wuwu, Weiwei, just cry when you feel sad. It will be better when you cry. "

Chang Huan widens her eyes and looks at her. She wipes her tears in a hurry. She doesn't understand why she suddenly starts to cry. She also talks about these inexplicable words.

"Look, what's the matter with you? Okay, why are you crying? Sorry, it's all my fault. I should have come back earlier. I worried you. I'm sorry Chang Huan comforted her in a hurry.

Where knows she is more like this, aims at in the heart is more sad, you see her eyes all cry swollen, but also pretends to have nothing appearance to comfort her, her in the heart must be very sad.

"Wei Wei, you don't have to comfort me. The more you do, the more sad I feel." Aiming at crying and beating her: "you bad girl, why didn't you tell me last night and hide it from me? Do you think I won't be sad in this way? Do you think I don't know anything? You bad girl, what should you do in the future? You must be heartbroken, aren't you

Chang Huan smell speech tiny a Leng, aim at her how can know her to go home last night matter?

But she didn't think much, just feel sad, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean not to tell you, I just, I just..."

She just has no way to talk to another person!

Her sorrow, more let aim thought she was really hurt, was about to say some words of comfort, suddenly heard a sudden knock on the door, they slightly Leng for a while, aim wipe a tear, told Chang Huan: "you good lie down, I go to open the door."

The door opened and outside stood the editor in chief of the company. The editor in chief is a 30-year-old young man named Shen Xianghe. His skin is white, his face is beautiful, and he looks very gentle with a pair of rimless glasses. At this time, his face is full of dignified. When he sees the tears on his face when he opens the door, his heart is even more heavy. He comes in and closes the door before he asks in a low voice: "what's the matter? Where's Weiwei? "

Do not ask OK, a question aimed at tears and flow down, very remorse: "sorry, it's my responsibility, I did not take care of her."