Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

Her eyes moved and burst into a bright smile at him, which was dazzling and dangerous. However, at this time, Qi Aozhi's heart was calm. What he will do next is not allowed by the secular world, but he has decided to obey his heart.

He loves her, and she is waiting for his salvation. So, even if he is against the world, what? It's enough to live one life for the one you love.

She looked at his dark pupil. There was perseverance, deep feeling and no hesitation in it. She knew that her plan had a successful start. She should be happy, shouldn't she? The game has started again, this time, she wants to be the master of fate. Let's pay the deepest price for all the injuries.

In the restaurant, many guests have already finished their meal and scattered one after another. Jiang Shiyu put down his knife and fork and said with a smile, "Mr. Qi, this French meal is very suitable for me. Thank you."

Qi Aozhi looked at the smile on her face, and his heart stretched out a little. After so much despair, to see her smile again, God has treated him well.

They finished their meal and walked out of the western restaurant together.

At night, the night wind in early spring is a little chilly. Jiang Shiyu is wearing a thin spring skirt. Out of the door, she subconsciously put her hand around her arm. He frowned slightly, but without thinking about it, he took off his coat and put it on for her. She has a moment of resistance, want to refuse, his hand has been on her shoulder, and can't let her refuse: "the wind, careful cold."

She no longer refused, let him put his coat on her shoulder, and then bowed her head and got into his car with him. His coat, with a faint smell of tobacco, there is a unique flavor of mint. For so many years, it's still the familiar breath, in which she has a moment of distraction.

She's in the co pilot's seat. He's in the driver's seat and starts the engine. She turned her head slightly, and could see his slender white knuckles on the steering wheel from the corner of her eyes. Memory flashed back in this instant. On that day three years ago, Mencius, who was driving, also held the steering wheel like this. However, he didn't know that it was a deep abyss waiting for him not far ahead.

Her hands wrapped in the men's suit coat were tightly held together, and her sharp nails were deeply pierced into her flesh. Such pain soberly reminded her how the man in front of her murdered another person's life without leaving any trace.

She turned her head to look out of the window, took a deep breath, and then settled down, as if intentionally or unintentionally asked: "Mr. Qi, I'm a little curious, how would you pursue and attack my wife, Mr. Meng?"

Qi Aozhi's hand holding the steering wheel was instantly stagnant. Then he looked back at her deeply with his black stone eyes and said, "what do you want me to do?"

She was silent for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "I hope the sooner the better. In a few days, a small but important dinner will be held at the residence of general manager Meng. Maybe that's a good opportunity. "

He couldn't guess her heart, but looking at the child like smile flashing on her lips, he sighed low, and then his deep and mellow voice sounded: "well, on that day, I announced to the world that I love Jiang Shiyu. At the same time, it was a declaration of war on Meng Yuqi. "