Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

The dress is Chanel's collection limited edition, light lotus color, but in the waist with a touch of bright red. Her eyes looked at the dress with a feeling of not seeing through. At this time, the door of the bedroom was suddenly pushed open. She was a little angry, but she also knew that he was the only one in the house who would intrude so impolitely. She could only blame herself for not locking it. But today she did it on purpose, because she was waiting for him.

She turned around and saw Meng Yuqi standing at the door. There was no temperature in his eyes, but with the tone of command, she said coldly: "in another hour, the guests will come one after another. Put on this dress and clean up yourself. Don't disgrace me. We will go downstairs to receive the guests together."

She dropped her dress and walked slowly towards him, sarcastically saying, "isn't there another woman in this family? Why don't you ask her to help you with your guests? "

His thick eyebrows were raised, but he felt that there seemed to be a ray of sunshine coming in from the bottom of his heart. He rarely saw her speak like this. Never, her attitude towards him was as cold as ice and could not lift a ripple. Does this mean that she doesn't care at all?

He thought so in his heart, and his tone softened a lot. He patted his forehead, as if explaining, and as if unintentionally saying: "that night, she left..."

She quickly interrupted him. She didn't need his explanation. How could she not know that the woman he brought back that day left that night? She just pretended not to know.

She just looked at him and said directly and briefly, "don't worry, I will appear gracefully tonight, and I won't let you down."

He nodded, walked a few steps into the door, and said, "well, I'll wait for you here."

She was stunned, but without thinking about it, she raised her hand and stopped him, without any room for discussion: "I'm sorry, it's not convenient for you to be here. When I'm ready, I'll call you. "

His steps stopped awkwardly, anger flashed between his brows, but he was forced down at the next moment. At this time today, he didn't want to fight with her. His breathing was a little heavy, but he finally patiently compromised and said, "OK, I'll wait for you outside."

As soon as he stepped out, the door slammed behind him. His back was stiff. After a short pause, he went to the small hall on the second floor. He sat down on the sofa and leaned his head against the back of the sofa. He felt a little tired. This woman, repeatedly violated his bottom line, challenged his tolerance, but he had nothing to do with her.

However, as long as she is still his wife and she is still around him, he believes that he will always have a way to let her be his woman.

In the empty living room of Mr. Meng's residence, the lights are shining, the clothes are fragrant and the people are murmuring. The well-dressed men and women shuttle between light and shadow and light and shadow to exchange greetings. Everyone is waiting for today's hero and heroine to appear on the stage.

It's a matter of great honor for all of you here to be able to get an invitation to the banquet of President Meng. However, I don't know what the theme of President Meng's family dinner today is. Everyone has their own speculation, but no one talks privately. For fear that others will know what's going on, and you don't know it, isn't it worth being compared.