After Ye Kexin left, Shen Hanfeng went up the mountain in only five minutes and got down and drove back to the city directly.

The purpose of his coming was just to spend more time with her, but who would have thought that he would kill a Cheng Biting Jin halfway, which was completely bad.

Seeing that the man rubbed her head so naturally and dotingly, called her name affectionately, held her hand, and held her in his arms, he was actually very jealous, jealous and wanted to go crazy, but reason reminded himself over and over again to be calm, calm, and remember his identity.

I was in a bad mood, I rushed all the way back to the city, after running the red light, I threw down a stack of banknotes and continued to run, the traffic police saw this, and silently thought in my heart: "I didn't see it, I didn't see it, I didn't see anything." ”

For this kind of powerful and capricious people, it is not for a small role like them to be offended.

On the way back to the city, Shen Hanfeng thought that just now, Ye Kexin actually abandoned him like this, and then left with another man, his heart was like a volcano, and he felt that he was a slut, she was a woman who already had a master, and she actually thought that she might be able to fight for the opportunity to take it back, and she was still thinking about it from time to time.

Spat on himself fiercely, and the car drove directly to the main residence of the Shen family, and a sudden brake startled the housekeeper who had just come out of it, and then immediately guessed that the young master seemed to be in a bad mood when he came back this time.

Shen Hanfeng's biological mother had passed away when he was ten years old, and when he was fifteen years old, his father found another woman outside, and a woman twenty years younger than his father was willing to follow his father, except for money, it really can't be said to be because of love.

After his father passed away due to illness five years ago, there was nothing worth his nostalgia in this family, he had always disliked the so-called stepmother, and even hated it a little, in order to avoid being tired of boredom for the rest of his life, he moved out of here after taking over the company, and only came to see it a few times a year.

In the living room, Shen Hanfeng's stepmother Mu Hualian was sitting on the sofa, and there was an extremely bewitching woman sitting next to her, with a big bag piled up in front of them, admiring and discussing the clothes she bought today.

Shen Hanfeng came in from outside, Mu Lianhua glanced at it and didn't say anything, and the bewitching girl next to her saw him, got up from the sofa excitedly, and stepped forward with high heels.

"Wind, you're back."

Shen Hanfeng glanced at her, looked her up and down, frowned slightly, and said with some disgust; "Jiang Yiyi, can you not dress yourself up like a goblin every day, looking really disgusting."

Jiang Yiyi is the fiancée designated by his father when he was alive, the daughter of a famous family, and her parents are both developing abroad, Jiang Yiyi came to the Shen family to cultivate more feelings with him.

It's just that no matter how hard she tries and how obediently she listens to him, he can always find a lot of fault with her, and even never scruples about speaking to her, and she has always endured it, hoping that one day this man can see his goodness and marry her.

It is undeniable that she is the same as those women who love him, and she also admires this high-ranking man, but she is much luckier than those women, because there is a marriage contract between them, and he is destined to be hers.

Jiang Yiyi was said by him, her face turned pale, she bit her lip and looked down at her clothes, feeling a little sad in her heart.

He listened to her and stayed in the Shen Mansion and didn't go to him, she just stayed obediently and didn't go to him, he commented that her dressing style was childish, and she changed it, but every time she changed it, he would always find a lot of faults, and then attack her with bad words.