Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

Mencius to see her sleep, only carefully open the quilt, for her pajamas carefully close, and the belt gently tied.

In doing all this, his hand has been shaking slightly, God knows, how much control he has to have to control himself. Her long eyelashes drooped slightly, casting two thin shadows on her white face. Although the medicine has passed, her lips are still dazzling red, like the most moving buds in spring.

Although the low collar pajamas have been closed in front of the chest, but the charming ravine, enough to let people involuntarily indulge in them. Mencius sighed, and then went to the French window near the wall.

He opened a small window, and the night wind blew in from the outside. He leaned his head out slightly, hoping that the cold wind in winter could blow away the heat at the bottom of his heart.

He took a cigarette out of the bag, lit it, and took two puffs. He is not a saint, let alone Liu Xiahui. All along, he wants her, including her body, her heart and everything. However, he will not let her have the slightest offence to her in such a situation without knowing it.

He thought that when she woke up tomorrow morning, he would not mention everything about this evening to her. She was so proud. If she knew what happened tonight, she would be unbearable.

Looking down from the French windows on the 26th floor, the night is getting darker and darker. The cold wind swept in from the open window, and the woman lying on the bed coughed twice. Mengziqi was surprised and quickly reached out to close the window. He blames his carelessness, she can't bear any more.

He pressed out the smoke, and then sat on the chair in front of the window with his clothes, looking at her from a distance. He didn't feel sleepy. He just sat there with her. He didn't know how she came over these days, or who sent her here, or who took the medicine for her. Everything was just a blur.

However, he tightened his brow and slowly spread it. Now that he has found him, he will not let her slip away. In the future, he will protect her from any grievance. He can give her all he can give.

Early in the morning, when the first ray of dawn shines into the house, the soft halo hits her white face, she moves slightly, and then a pair of eyes as bright as stars slowly open.

What is this place? Her head hurt a little and her body felt heavy. She frowned and tried to remember what had happened

She vaguely remembered that she was trapped in the apartment, and then someone came, like Liu Yan, Qi Aozhi's wife. Liu Yan's attitude was very good. They seemed to have drunk a glass of wine, but then she couldn't remember.

She turns her eyes and looks around the room. It's definitely not an apartment. It's a suite of a high-end hotel. Her head slowly turned to the position of the window, eyes suddenly certain, she saw in front of the window chair, a man's figure.

He sat there with his clothes, his face was haggard, his head was slightly tilted back, and he seemed to be asleep.

Although in a shallow sleep, this man still looks like he's in the Mencius period. Lin Yiwan's body shocked, she almost couldn't believe it. Isn't she locked up by Qi Aozhi? Why can she see Mencius here? Is she free? Did Liu Yan let her go?