Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

Xu Jia has been driving, but still can't help but turn his head and look at his side face from time to time. His side face is very beautiful. Even when he is like this, he has a very high nose and beautiful facial lines. It's just that there is no joy on this face, and there is only a loneliness that can't be said.

Her heart is filled with bitterness. Why does that woman have the heart to let such an excellent man suffer so much? What is her heart made of?

She is thinking wildly in her heart, only to find that the community Qi Aozhi said has arrived. Distracted, she drove the car through the gate.

She is a little flustered, is ready to reverse the past, Qi Aozhi has opened his eyes. He turned to face her and said sincerely, "thank you, Xu Jia. I'll get off here. You can drive back. It's not safe for a girl to take a taxi because it's so late. I'll ask the driver to pick up the car tomorrow. "

Xu Jia's heart warms for the warmth and care in his words. She opened her mouth to say something. He got out of the car. After he got out of the car, he waved to her to go back quickly. Then he turned and walked forward.

She didn't trust that he left alone, and she got out of the car and chased him, shouting, "Mr. Qi, I'll go up with you."

He looked back and firmly refused: "I'm much better. You go back quickly. I want to be quiet."

Xu Jia knew that he was stubborn. Although he wanted to go up with him, he still held back. He just stood there and stared at his shaky back until he disappeared.

Qi ao endure the pain, step by step finally walked into the elevator. As soon as the elevator door closed, he leaned against the wall and breathed slowly. He didn't want Xu Jia to see his weakness, and he didn't want the girl to have more fantasies about him.

The number on the elevator screen finally reached the highest level. The elevator door slowly opened, he slowly supported the elevator wall came out, and then step by step through the corridor, came to the apartment door.

He opened the door and met him with a room of darkness and solitude. He was a little short of breath. He came in slowly, slammed the door shut, leaned on the back of the door, and turned on the wall lamp in the living room. The dim light of the wall lamp makes the empty room even more silent.

He closed his eyes, as if he wanted to smell her breath in the air. Is that the gentle, kind, light and dreamlike woman who can never be found again? Think of this, a sharp pain across his heart, the pain is more serious than the pain on the head millions of times.

He suddenly felt a ball of soft things rubbing under his feet. He was surprised. He opened his eyes and lowered his head. Then he saw a little white dog. He squatted down and looked at the dog. A warm feeling passed in his heart. He remembered that this was the stray dog she picked up from outside that day. She left, and the dog was still here.

He never liked small animals, but now, looking at the dog's black eyes and its gentle licking under his feet, he could not help holding the dog in his arms. He stroked its long hair, put his chin on the dog's head and gently rubbed it.