Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

He wanted to bring her here on his honeymoon to give her a surprise. However, people are not as good as heaven. Soon, he knew the truth of his father's death. At that time, hatred dazzled his head and blinded his eyes. Now in retrospect, he can't believe why he did such harm to her at that time and clearly loved her like that.

And now, he finally got the retribution... He picked up the glass and poured the liquid into his mouth. The strong bitterness came to him. In the future life, he would drink the bitter juice made by himself and live on by the fragments of memories. For him, there was no happiness in losing her life.

He picked up the wine bottle on the tea table and wanted to fill it again. Then he found that the wine bottle was empty. Unconsciously, this bottle of wine had been drunk by him, but he didn't feel a little drunk. If he could get drunk and forget everything, he would not have such sharp pain.

However, he became more and more sober, and his eyes flashed with Yi Wan's big eyes. Later, someone will hold the hand of the son, accompany her to walk together, but, her world will never have his position.

The twilight in the sky is getting heavier and heavier. The blue sky and sea are slowly engulfed by the red of the setting sun. Qi Aozhi's body shakes and staggers into the house from the terrace.

The room connected to the terrace is the study on the third floor. In fact, the whole house is so big, but he is the only one. There are many empty wine bottles in the open space of the room, which shows how he anesthetized himself with wine these days. It's a pity that no amount of wine can pour through the depression and despair in his heart.

After parting with Mencius that day, he got on the plane and flew to Los Angeles. After a short stay in the branch office, he came to the villa by the beach, like a wounded animal, and needed to find a place to lick his wounds silently. However, the wound has been soaked into his bones. I'm afraid he can't heal in his life.

He can't remember how many days he's been here, five, six or how many? He turned off all communication tools with the outside world and stayed here alone. Was it anesthesia, avoidance, or complete depression? He held the corner of the room all the way to the bathroom connected with the study and turned on the tap to wake himself up.

The cold water covered his face and hair, which made his body shiver. He raised his head and looked at the face in the mirror on the washstand, with deep beard, messy hair and red eyes. Is this him? He smiles at the person in the mirror, as if to a stranger.

He hated himself and his state, but he couldn't find a way to change it. There was only a deep despair and regret in his heart, which made him unable to breathe.

He bowed his head and buried his face in the water. His drinking was slowly fading away. No matter how desperate life was, he still wanted to go on. I don't know how much speculation and reverie the outside world will be aroused on such a dormant day

He took a towel, wiped his face, put his head on the washing table, sighed wearily, and went back into the study.

He sat on the chair behind the desk, stopped for a moment, and finally picked up the mobile phone which seemed to have accumulated a thin layer of ash on the desk. The mobile phone is here. It was turned off on the first day he came to the villa. He has been lying here quietly with him.