Madam, president loves you secrectly

But in the place where people can't see, hand in your hand. The obvious touch makes everyone know that this is a cold iron key. This is the key that Yao Yushu secretly gave song Manxi just now.

But the time is urgent. She hasn't had time to tell song Manxi where she drives.

Guests arrived one after another. At 10 a.m., Gu mingshuang and Jun Yanchen had also come in. After about five minutes, another servant hurried in to inform Zhou danruo, who was wearing a gorgeous wedding dress, that he had just arrived at Jun's house under the pick-up of the driver at home. Now he is in the rest room.

"What are you talking about?"

Severe words resounded through the confined space. Zhou danruo was still looking at the mirror one second ago and enjoying his five million wedding dress. The bottom of the wedding dress was also inlaid with many broken diamonds. The next second someone ran in and said to her that Jun Xiao was back.

Zhou danruo sat in his chair and turned his head. His wide eyes were all expressing his shock. His smiling face was full of sarcasm about this matter: "are you serious? He came back with song Manxi?"

The servant who was asked shivered: "yes, I just went down to get tea. When I passed the main hall, I glanced at the guest seat. The second young master of the jun family and the second miss of the Song family sat next to Mrs. Yao. Although I didn't say anything, I saw their hands held together."

"Hold together? Hold together..." Zhou danruo was very sensitive to these four words and repeated them several times. His slightly curved lips didn't know whether it was a smile or a sneer.

She stood up slowly, the veil was put down along her hair, and the crystal high-heeled shoes stepped on the floor. It seemed unintentional, but she went directly to the servant and pulled her front. Her look revealed danger: "are you right?"

The servant shook his body twice and explained flustered: "no... I don't dare, Miss Zhou. I know the second young master of your family, too. I didn't read that face wrong, absolutely."

Zhou danruo stared at her face for a while, sneered, and slowly released his hand.

She had just been arranged to go through the back door and went directly to the third floor of the main house. She was staggered with the guests. Naturally, she couldn't see the main hall.

Zhou danruo turned around, walked back to the dressing table, half propped up and held on to the table. The hand wearing white gauze gloves was tightly squeezed into a fist, and the expression on his face was almost distorted.

The quiet space bears her heavy breathing.

last.

She raised her hand fiercely.

All the cosmetics on the dresser were swept out. With a crash, they all rolled to the ground. Powder puffs, paints and face towels were all spilled out. In a moment, it was a mess.

"Get out, get out, get out!!!"

Her sudden outburst of temper made the servant holding tea and several other servants waiting change their faces and escape in a panic.

After the door slammed shut, Zhou danruo looked at himself with exquisite makeup in the mirror and began to talk to himself like being possessed: "Oh, hold together? Why? Why?"

At last, she roared out with great strength. I don't know what she grabbed at hand. She smashed it violently, and a huge and ugly gap opened in the lens of the dressing table.