Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

Qi Aozhi snuffed out the cigarette in his hand and said in an irrefutable voice: "the fine will go from my private account. You just have to do it according to what I said."

"But..." what else did Zhou Feng want to say, which had been interrupted by Qi Aozhi.

"Zhou Feng, stop it. She has nothing now. She should always leave something for her to read with her father. " After that, Qi Aozhi waved his hand and said wearily, "go ahead, the sooner the better."

Zhou Feng can't say anything more. He has to go. This is Qi Aozhi's private affair. He has no right to interfere too much. Just sigh in my heart that such a Young Marshal can't break the word "love" after all.

With the sound of a glottis, Zhou Feng has gone out. At last he was the only one left in the room. He leaned his head back on the back of the chair, and his strength seemed to be overdrawn.

He can't analyze his thoughts clearly. Why do he do this? Nothing, just for her future life can be more security and happiness. Although has been so far away from her, far away from thousands of mountains and rivers. However, as long as she can always see such a quiet smile today, he is willing to give her the deepest blessing from afar.

He slowly sat up straight and opened the innermost drawer with a delicate key. The drawer opened slowly and there was a delicate box with little angels in it.

He took the small box out of the drawer. His palm trembled and opened it slowly. There were some little things for girls. Used to have slightly changed color of the small silk flowers, there is a fine small comb, there are some pieces of small paper, above the girl's beautiful handwriting

He slowly picked up a hairpin and rubbed the trace on the hairpin with his finger. It seemed that he could feel her green silk with fragrance slipping through his fingers. These are the little things that he secretly collected when he fell in love with her. Even she didn't know it. He has been preserved, cherished, is the deepest soft of his heart.

These old objects gathered all the bits of the past into the surging tide and beat his heart wave by wave.

He slowly put these small things in place one by one, and then covered them gently. He put the box back where it was.

He went to the window, outside is a bustling School of singing and dancing, but inside is a lonely room.

He turned and walked out of the office.

From the elevator down to the underground garage, he drove directly to the apartment. If there is another place in the world that he will miss and forget, it is the apartment.

Only in that apartment, there is still a breath that belongs to her. All good, bad, or painful or sweet memories

He opened the door of the apartment. These days, there are hourly workers to clean it regularly. It's clean and spotless. He went in and just stood still, there was a small white thing fluttering at his feet.

He squatted down and picked up the dog. Although he was not here these days, he ordered his aunt to take good care of it. After these days of rest, the dog was not as skinny as it was at the beginning and looked very cute. A pair of big black eyes, looking straight at him, like a baby waiting for love.