Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

His Mou son lightly swept her one eye, slightly side body: "come in."

She followed him into the room. She saw him close the door and face her.

Because of the light behind her back, she couldn't really see the expression on his face. However, he was very close to her, his breath was so close around her, and the familiar and warm feeling came back to me.

She couldn't help but want to hold his hand. She wanted to get back the old feeling with him.

However, he did not leave a trace of affection to avoid, let her hand out embarrassed to fall in mid air. Then I only heard his voice ringing in my ear without any emotion: "don't think I can change anything if I let you in. I'll give you half an hour to finish what you want to say

Lin Yiwan stood in the middle of such a big house. Such a night, such a suite, such a familiar man, such a close breath around

But what he said was so cold and distant that he didn't leave her half hope.

She tried to open her eyes and tell herself that this man is still the man who loved her deeply before. He's just angry about that pile of photos. He just misunderstood. He will forgive her as long as he explains everything clearly. He will soon return to the old Qi Aozhi, who loves her and holds her in the palm of his hand

She looked at him steadily, and explained incoherently, "don't be so cold to me. I know. You're mad at me. But I really don't know when the photos were taken. I'm innocent. Please believe me... "

She finished these at one breath, but she just saw Qi Aozhi getting farther and farther away from her.

She saw him sitting on the sofa against the wall, with an unpredictable expression on his face. He drew a cigarette from the cigarette box on the tea table, looked at her, and then slowly said, "there is a lighter on the table. Light a fire for me."

She looked at him patiently. He looked so strange. But she loved him. Step by step, she came up to him, picked up the lighter on the table, and obediently lit the cigarette for him.

He took a deep breath and spit out a big smoke ring. He looked at her quivering eyelashes and said, "every word you say has no reason for me to believe it."

She grasped his arm eagerly, and she did not know that the explanation was pale. But they have been in love for so many years, how can he convict her like this! A despairing emotion caught her, if at this moment, can let her prove her innocence, she can pay for this life.

She squatted in front of him, tears burst out of her eyes uncontrollably, her voice hoarse and helpless: "proud, tell me, how can I make you believe me, our feelings for so many years, so it's not clear that the end, if you really love me, you can at least not so quickly convict me..."

His dark eyes looked at her like research, thin cut corners of the mouth flashed a hint of thought-provoking smile.

Then, he put out the smoke in his hand, stretched out his finger, covered her face, and wiped away the tears on her face little by little. His action is gentle. For a moment, Lin Yiwan feels as if the familiar Qi Aozhi is back.