Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

Her slender back shook, her slender fingers holding the handrails of the stairs stopped. After a moment's delay, she did not say anything, but quickened her pace and went upstairs.

He watched her go upstairs, and then the door slammed shut, and everything was quiet.

Meng Yuqi stood at the stairway for a long time. On his beautiful face, he had a complex emotion that could not be explained clearly.

After a long time, he finally turned around, heavy footed and angry, he went to the hall, quickly changed his shoes, ruthlessly opened the door, and then walked out heavily.

When Jiang Shiyu was upstairs, he clearly heard the sound of door closing and the sound of car horn driving out of the garage. She knew that he had gone, and was angry with her. She didn't understand why he was so angry. Over the years, she thought he was used to their respectful life.

She patted her head and didn't want to think about it any more. She went into the cloakroom connected to her bedroom and changed into a cotton Nightgown to free herself from the shackles of high heels and professional suits.

She went back into the bedroom and reclined in the lounge chair. I don't know why, she always feels tired. She closed her eyes slightly, trying to rest for a while. However, the last sentence Meng Yuqi said just now always echoed around her eardrum.

"I know that when you meet Qi Aozhi today, you are anxious to hide in your room and recall the past."

She didn't expect Meng Yuqi's news to be so informed and fast. However, he is president Meng and always has his all-round wrist. Isn't that why she married him?

For three years, people have said that things are right and people are not right. Everything rests. Seeing the man named Qi Aozhi again, I feel like yesterday. He is the same as he was three years ago, but his business is more successful, and time has not run over him. He is as smart as ever, as beautiful as ever, but he is more mature and introverted.

But she has changed too much. From Lin Yiwan to Jiang Shiyu, from a lonely girl with nothing to the so-called Mrs. Meng. The course of this period, step by step, how much bitterness, how much hardship, how much unspeakable pain, I am afraid, with her forever become a secret.

There was a knock outside the door, and then the nanny's voice rang out: "madam, I've brought you dinner."

She lazily stood up from the chair, opened the door, looked at the food in the nanny tray, only did not feel any appetite, she raised her finger to a small plate, said: "leave this snack, take the rest."

"But..." the nurse said anxiously, "it's too little. Aren't you hungry? The body matters

Jiang Shiyu's faint smile, from the nanny's concern, also let her feel a little comfort. Is she getting too little care these years?

She raised her hand and pointed to an after dinner fruit. She said softly, "well, add another fruit. That's enough."

It's hard for the nanny to say anything more. She only has a few days to be a nanny here. She just feels that the relationship between her wife and husband is very strange. For a few days, I have never seen my husband and wife eat at the same table. They even have different bedrooms. The communication between them can let her know by hand.

However, his wife's conduct is excellent, she is so beautiful, so noble, but for servants, has always been polite, polite and easy to speak.