Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

She listened to his words as if a serrated knife had been deeply inserted into her chest, and then brutally uprooted. What was pulled out with the knife was flesh with blood.

She stumbled to the door and gave him one last look. She had no strength at all. If she said one more word, she was afraid that if she stayed here for another second, she would die immediately.

At the moment she held the doorknob, she heard his last farewell words: "I will give you an invitation to my wedding."

It seemed as if she had tried her best to open the door. Before going out, she looked at him with hatred: "Gu Junyao, I won't let you go like this."

When Lin Yiwan came home, he didn't know what time it was in the morning. The whole world was asleep. Everything was quiet and suffocating.

She went into the living room without turning on the light and went straight up to her bedroom. At the moment, she was a little lucky that her father was in the hospital now; Fortunately, now she is covered with bruises, can be a person quietly look at their wounds, even if the blood is dripping, it is only her personal pain.

She went into the bathroom, turned on the tap and let the cold water run through her. It is the early autumn season, when such cold water is poured on her body, it is bitterly cold, but she doesn't feel cold. What is sorrow greater than heart death? That's the feeling.

She rubbed her body hard, her arms and back were immediately covered with red marks. She still felt puzzled and hated. If she had a knife in her hand now, she thought she would not hesitate to stab herself one knife at a time and let the dripping blood wash away today's humiliation, unbearable and despair

The man she loves the most, gave her the most fatal blow, how much hate, he was so patient.

All night, she couldn't sleep. As soon as she closed her eyes, there would be a scene of shame in the hotel.

There is the woman named Liu Yan, who still can't cheat herself in the strong hatred of Qi Aozhi. She was jealous of Liu Yan, the woman who wanted to replace her as Qi ao's wife.

She didn't want to, let alone understand. That is called Liu Yan, what kind of woman, let oneself defeat so thoroughly!

After tossing and turning on the pillow all night, it finally dawned.

Lin Yiwan got up from the bed. Sitting in front of the dresser, a haggard face appeared in the mirror. Is that still her? She shook her head and bit her teeth stubbornly. She couldn't admit defeat so easily.

An hour later, Lin Yiwan finally put himself in order. She chose a light pink shawl jacket, a knee length black tweed skirt, long black hair with a slight curl, naturally and smoothly draped in the back of her head.

Her eyes were bloodshot and her face was still very pale. In order to cover up these, she threw a layer of light powder on her face, and the woman in the mirror finally seemed to recover a little.

She looked at the French wall clock on the bedroom wall. It was seven thirty. She picked up the bag, walked to the door, but turned back and hesitated in the room. After several hesitations, she finally resolutely walked out of the house.

She went to the underground garage of the villa, opened the electronic lock, opened the door and threw her bag next to the co driver.

She started the engine because she had a goal in mind and she drove very fast. The car sped all the way to the location of the airport.