Hearing this, everyone gasped and sweated for the reckless girl in their hearts.

Who doesn't know, Ji Shao has a bad temper and can't afford to offend. At this time, this girl dared to mention Ji Shaojie's mourning, wasn't she hitting the muzzle of the gun?

The girl didn't realize that there was anything wrong, and wanted to continue to speak, but Dean Qiu on the side pulled down her arm and stopped talking. Dean Qiu secretly glanced at Ji Shao, and seeing that he didn't make the next move, a stone hanging in his heart was finally put down.

This shows that Ji Shao didn't take the girl's words to heart, and he didn't plan to pursue them, so their little fate was saved. Although I don't understand why Ji Shao's attitude has changed so much, this girl is lucky, and today she can be regarded as picking up a life from Ji Shao.

Actually, Ji Yisheng was very angry when he heard the girl's words, but he suddenly realized why he cared so much about this woman, so he simply didn't embarrass that girl. The cruel words I just put may also be my own impulsiveness, I used to stay with that woman for a long time, and suddenly I was a little uncomfortable without her by my side, so I lost my temper.

Although he is constantly finding reasonable excuses for his various gaffes at this moment, he can't fool his heart, and he always feels that there is something empty in his heart, and he can't say what he feels. I guess by the day he understands, he should hate himself!

Empire State Building Hotel lobby.

A counter service lady gently leaned over and asked a beautiful lady sitting on the couch in the VIP area reading a magazine: "Miss, is there anything I can serve you?"

The counter lady is also a little knowledgeable, seeing that this beautiful lady's clothes are expensive, elegant temperament, as soon as she enters the door, she sits in the VIP area, and her identity must not be simple; besides, people who can come to this kind of place to consume are either rich or expensive, so the counter lady decided to take the initiative to come forward to say hello, so as not to snub the customer.

"A glass of Lafite, thank you!" said the pretty lady nonchalantly.

"Okay, miss, please wait. The lady at the counter smiled politely at Miss Pretty and nodded, then turned and left.

The pretty lady stared at the magazine in her hand, and the picture on the cover was the face she hated the most but could never forget. That was the man she most wanted to marry when she was 18 years old, and the culprit who ruthlessly pushed her downstairs to death, how could she not hate it? Thinking of this, she clenched her palms tightly, and her nails pierced her skin, and she didn't notice it.

Who would have thought that God would give me another chance to choose my life and let me be 18 years old again. But where do I go from here?

When she was out of her mind, her hands were wrapped in a pair of warm palms, and realizing her gaffe, she quickly adjusted herself and greeted the gentle man in front of her with a smile: "You're here!"

"It's been a long wait!" the man stroked her forehead with a doting face, and a low, magnetic voice came from overhead.

"No, I've just been here for a while. She snuggled into the man's arms and shook her head.

"Well, let's go!"

"Oh, by the way, I ordered a glass of red wine, and I haven't ...... it yet," she seemed to think of something, and before she could finish speaking, the man called the waiter, handed over a black card, and after swiping the card, he sat in Maserati with the woman in his arms and left.

The waiter on the side stared at their backs, his eyes lit up, and his face was envious.