The car started slowly.

Yu Yuncheng slowly rolled up his sleeve to one side, and then turned his head to stare at her.

The cold aura around his body spread in the car, and Fang Qingzhi could personally feel that he was brewing anger at the moment.

She was silent, her eyes staring out the window.

And in Yu Yuncheng's opinion, he was inattentive and rushed to his chest angrily!

Sure enough, Yu Yuncheng pinched her chin fiercely in the next second, broke her face, and looked at her coldly.

"I remember I told you, don't talk back to me, don't forget who you are, you're just a mistress of mine at best!"

Of course, Fang Qingzhi will not forget that this mistress was only become because she begged him with her face in the first place! She always knew that she was just a lowly mistress!

Therefore, no matter how viciously he ridiculed, it was innocuous to her, and her heart had long been numb.

Looking at her empty eyes, Yu Yuncheng couldn't help but feel a little bored, he let go of her, and said compassionately: "Forget it, I'll let you go today." He dusted off his sleeves and sat down on the side, regaining his usual uprightness.

Fang Qingzhi peeked at him with his afterglow, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, when he was sitting in a precarious position, he really looked like a person!

The car drove to the mountain road, and at this time the sky was drifting with rain, and the dim street lights on both sides of the winding mountain road reflected each other, and from a distance, it was foggy.

The villa is halfway up the mountain, which was specially prepared for her by Yu Yuncheng at the beginning, the location is relatively hidden, and it is quite a bit of a "golden house hidden Jiao" taste, now that I think about it, it is really ironic!

The car stopped, Yu Yuncheng got out of the car in a hurry, and then turned his head to look at her. Seeing Fang Qingzhi's slow movements, he took a step forward impatiently, simply pulled her up, and strode towards the villa.

Yu Yuncheng is very tall, with a slender figure of 1.87 meters and a very strong aura, in front of Fang Qingzhi, he can be described as condescending.

He pulled Fang Qingzhi upstairs, a little impatient, Fang Qingzhi couldn't keep up with his pace, Yu Yuncheng put his other hand on her shoulder and pushed her forward.

During the upstairs, I met the housekeeper Sister He, who was about to go downstairs.

"Sir is back?" Then she turned her gaze to Fang Qingzhi and cautiously called "Miss Fang".

There was clearly a hint of sympathy in that gaze.

Fang Qingzhi nodded in a trance, a trace of embarrassment appeared on her face. What Sister He is doing, she couldn't be clearer in her heart!

Yu Yuncheng did not stop, but accelerated his pace.

As soon as you enter the door, the strong fragrance of roses comes to your face, the room is full of red roses, dazzling, and the bed is also sprinkled with rose petals.

A few candles were lit on the table, and the dim flame swayed in the breeze.

His breathing had become heavy, and his attempts were self-evident. He took off his black blazer, threw it into the sofa, and then sat down, looking at her with fiery eyes, just waiting for her to pass.

Fang Qingzhi stood still, she did psychological construction for herself over and over again, and after taking a few deep breaths, she walked over slowly.

As soon as she walked to the sofa, Yu Yuncheng impatiently pulled her to sit down, "Don't be so sad, look disappointed!" The tone was as cold as ever, and even a little tough.

Fang Qingzhi pulled the corners of her mouth a few times bitterly, so that her facial expression was no longer so stiff.