Lucky One becomes Unlucky

Feng Heng's speed was extremely fast, and her arm immediately blocked her.

Qian Zhaozhao's head directly hit his arm, although some pain, but fortunately not injured.

As he was about to complain about whether he could drive, Feng Heng bent over, took his seat belt and tied it directly to her.

When Qian Zhaozhao looked at some of his movements, especially when he was close to himself, his face was like a painting, and the fire in his heart was inexplicably dispersed.

Although this person has a poisonous mouth, he has a good heart. The key is to be handsome.

"Where are we going now?"

"Etiquette class."

After the answer, step on the gas.

Qian Zhaozhao thought that Feng Heng was joking, but he didn't expect that he really came. The tea ceremony class didn't work last time, but this time it became a etiquette class.

She can't say it, but thinking about the high price of betrothal gifts her family received, she can only harden her head.

In the etiquette class, the woman at the front desk shows a perfect standard smile, elegant manner and takes Qian Zhaozhao and Feng Heng in.

Different from the tea ceremony class, it is much bigger and divided into many different classes. Most of them come from rich families.

Qian Zhaozhao was assigned to the junior class. Before he got in, Feng Heng grabbed her.

"Cell phones."

Qian Zhaozhao has no choice but to take out his mobile phone and put it in Feng Heng's hand. He really wants to curse people. This man is too controlling.

"I've arranged an office here. After you finish your study, go straight to the top floor to find me." Feng Heng told her.

"Oh." Qian Zhaozhao rolled his eyes. In order to supervise his study, he even got the office. This man really took great pains to cultivate his wife.

When he got inside and changed his clothes, Qian Zhaozhao found out what was out of place.

The students who studied with her were only eight or nine years old. When they saw her coming, they couldn't help looking at her strangely.

"I'm sorry, Miss Qian. Most of the junior classes are like this." The trainer immediately explained to Qian Zhaozhao.

Aristocratic etiquette training is generally started from childhood, Qian Zhaozhao now, can arrange on the class has been very good.

Etiquette training starts, the teacher explains in the front.

"What we are learning today is the posture of walking. A woman needs to look up, hold her chest out, tuck her stomach in, swing her hands naturally, walk lightly, not drag her body up. Men need a steady pace, natural arm swing, and full of confidence. "

The teacher said while demonstrating.

Qian Zhaozhao thought it was just walking, so it should be easy to learn. In the end, only she and an eight year old girl were left in the class.

For the first time, she found that she was really nothing but learning to fight.

But it's good to have a little girl with me.

Feng Heng will finish all the business, click on the camera of the training class, looking at the scene inside, can't help frowning.

He picked up the phone and said, "that's all for today."

Training teacher this just let Qian Zhaozhao out of class.

Qian Zhaozhao left the etiquette class and looked at the dark sky, ready to cry without tears.

After finishing the school course, she still has to learn etiquette. Now she feels that she can't go any further.

Along with Feng Heng to dinner, she was thinking about how to return the hundred million yuan.

This has not married in the past so torture yourself, married in the past also got!

In the next few days, Feng Heng took Qian Zhaozhao to study as usual. Even if she climbed the wall and walked through the back door, he could not stop the man from "cultivating" her determination. He was like installing a tracker on her. No matter where she hid, he could catch her.

That evening, in the western restaurant.

Qian Zhaozhao was eating something, and could not help but Tucao: "I need seventy degrees of water for a tea, I want to use thermometer, they are not allowed to say what to make complaints about."

Feng Heng's smile flashed across her eyes. No wonder she went to class today and insisted on buying a thermometer. It was to measure the water temperature. But who would drink the water from the thermometer?

"I will ask Ji Dong to change the time for studying the regulations to five years." His sword eyebrow picked to pick, silent color way.

Five years, isn't she going to study for five years?

Qian Zhaozhao was so scared that he opened his eyes. Then he immediately shook his head: "no need."

"Then shut up and have a good meal."

Qian had no choice but to sip her lips and stop talking.

Feng Heng looks at her dejected appearance, the corner of his mouth can't help but evoke.

After dinner, Qian Zhaozhao follows Feng Heng to the garage. As she passes the shopping mall, she sees a familiar figure.

In the distance, there was a whiny sound.

"Brother, people want this new bag." Cried the young woman, holding a middle-aged man.

"OK, buy it." Atmosphere and familiar sound.

Qian Zhaozhao stood not far away and saw their backs. His steps stopped immediately.

At a glance, she recognized the middle-aged man next to the woman as her father, Qian Zhenqing.

Seeing that the young woman kisses Qian Zhenqing's face and takes him to the counter, Qian Zhaozhao's eyes are full of shock.

Although she can't see the face of a young woman, she should be about her own age from her figure.

It seems that, as ye Ya said, Qian Zhenqing raised a woman outside.

Qian Zhaozhao immediately went to the counter uncontrollably. He wanted to ask Qian Zhenqing face to face, but before he took a few steps, Feng Heng caught him by the wrist.

She then remembered that Feng Heng was still by her side: "let go!"

"If you want to go there, you can answer me a question first." Feng Heng Road.

Qian Zhaozhao's hand secretly tightened: "you ask."

"What are you going to do when you see your dad with other women?"

"Of course, it's questioning him, and the little three."

"After that, what happened?"

Qian Zhaozhao suddenly dumb, if he impulsively go in, then Qian Zhenqing face where to put, he is her father after all.

"Go back first." Feng Heng looked at her, lowered her head and released her hand.

Qian Zhaozhao followed Feng Heng to sit on the co pilot. The scene of her father's third marriage echoed in front of her eyes. She felt very uncomfortable.

When she was five years old, her mother died. When she was seven years old, ye Ya and ye Chuman married into the Qian family.

At that time, Qian Zhenqing told her that his mother would always be the first in his heart.

She has remembered this sentence for 13 years, but now it seems that everything is a joke

Feng Heng looks at Qian Zhaozhao from the rear mirror. Her good-looking Danfeng's eyes are full of disappointment. Her small face is full of sadness and her mood is very low.

He didn't know why he was upset.

This time, instead of taking the route he had always taken, he walked around Binhai Bay. At this time, the water in Binhai Bay was shining with moonlight, which was very beautiful.

Qian Zhaozhao turned to look out of the window. Douda's tears rolled down slowly. Thinking that Feng Heng was still there, she immediately sniffed and tried to hold back.

When Feng Heng sees Qian Zhaozhao's tears, his heart aches inexplicably. He stops the car, takes out his handkerchief and hands it to her.

Seeing the handmade handmade handmade handkerchief full of ascetic wind in front of Qian Zhaozhao, he took it and wiped his tears impolitely: "the wind on the beach is so strong that it blows sand into my eyes."

She pretended to speak calmly, but her voice was choked, and her tears were more like the flood breaking the dike, which could not be stopped.

She buried her head tightly and didn't want Feng Heng to see what she was like at the moment.

"Qian Zhaozhao." Feng Heng looks at her to be brave, the Adam's apple can't help rolling, low ground called a.

Qian Zhaozhao raised his head blankly and looked at Feng Heng with a pair of crying red eyes. His nasal voice was thick: "what's the matter?"

Feng Heng is facing Qian Zhaozhao's face. His Adam's apple is tight. The next second, he approaches Qian Zhaozhao. He leans down and feels the smell of her nose. Looking at her moist red lips, he can't help but think of the way she looked when she approached her in the garage that day.

His heart leaped, his big hand grabbed her chin directly, and his thin lip kissed he