Dominated husband,stay away from me!

In his 32 years of life, it was the first and only time that he begged for mercy from a person.

Who is he?

Zhou Yanchen.

Only these three words, in Liangcheng represents the supreme power of money.

He never had to try to please anyone.

He wants, as long as a look, someone will go through fire and water, holding it in front of him, begging him to accept it.

And she, only she, is his request.

He pushed her away with his own hands.

The black Bentley Champ stopped in front of the Zhous' villa with the windows open, an arm half hanging from the inside, and a half burnt cigarette between his slender fingertips.

At least a dozen cigarette butts lie on the ground along the place where the ash fell.

In front of the French windows of the villa, someone stands by the window.

She was wearing a sapphire blue Qipao with long hair in a bun at the back of her head.

Cardamom general ten fingers on the arm, Feng Mou micro MI, staring at the door of the car shaking God.

Behind her, aunt GUI spoke softly: "madam, would you like to call Mr. in? He has been out for a long time

The woman turned back and said with a charming smile: "whatever he is, he will come in naturally if he wants to come in. Accompany me to the kitchen to see if the soup stewed by Xiaohan is ready

"Yes, ma'am."

After a box of cigarettes was finished, Zhou Yanchen threw the empty cigarette case to the back seat of the car with a cold face, and his knuckled fingers reached out to the door.

When the door opens, the first thing to the floor is the pure hand-made shoes with polished upper, and then long, straight legs wrapped in black trousers.

The man bent over to get out of the car, closed the door and strode to the villa.

"You are back, sir."

Xiao Dong, the servant, greets Zhou Yanchen at the door and takes over the suit and coat he is wearing on his arm.

Zhou Yanchen "um" a, the next second, a clear and graceful, foreign female voice will jump into his cochlea.

"Yanxi, you are as beautiful as before." Jiang Xiaohan smile, tone and expression are so sincere.

Zhou Yanxi covered her mouth and chuckled, listening only to the low and sarcastic voice of the male voice.

"They're all 50 year old women, and I'm not ashamed."

"Zhou Yanchen!"

Zhou Yan Xi low cry, a cluster of fine eyebrows, ruthlessly stare at always person.

Jiang Xiaohan's body became stiff for a moment after hearing the man's voice, then slowly turned his head and looked at the door.

I have short, fine hair.

Long and narrow eyes, straight nose, scarlet thin lips.

The outline is exquisite like carving, soft and delicate.

Male and female, but sharp and beautiful.

White shirt, black trousers.

A shirt is the simplest style.

But it is undeniable that no other person can wear a white shirt like this.

It was Zhou Yanchen, the owner of the Zhou family, the president of Zhou's group, and the man she had been entangled with for more than ten years, Zhou Yanchen.

Striding closer, Zhou Yanchen stood in front of Jiang Xiaohan. With her eyes drooping, she said, "long time no see."

Jiang Xiaohan nodded and said with a smile, "long time no see."

Then she frowned slightly, "did you smoke a lot?"

She remembers that he had a bad lung and the doctor had ordered him to quit smoking in the first few years.

When Zhou Yanchen was embarrassed, he straightened the corners of his mouth and turned upstairs without saying a word.

Angry?

Jiang Xiaohan droops her eyes, and has no idea.

Zhou Yanxi's eyes moved and he got up and came over.

Holding Jiang Xiaohan's shoulder, she said with a smile, "don't pay attention to him. He can't change his temper for many years, just like a dog can't change his eating excrement."

Jiang Xiaohan laughs when a beautiful woman with extraordinary dress and temperament says such words.

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