Chapter 2 Missing
It's been a week since the wedding night passed, a week in captivity to be exact.
Of course, that's not the point, the point is:
Yan Shuyan never returned home. Yes, not once, for a whole week!
Bing Manxue sat on a chair on the balcony, holding a pillow in her hand, and complained to the birds chirping outside the window. She began to wonder if Yan Shuyan had evaporated from the world, and she also felt that she was a canary in a cage, and the bird language was very good.
From rebirth to now, what has happened more or less makes Bing Manxue stunned, Bing Manxue clearly remembers that on the wedding night of the previous life, he quarreled with Yan Shuyan, which caused the man to tear his clothes apart because of anger, but at that time he was so angry that he didn't move himself at all, and in this life, since he was reborn, he was forced by Yan Shuyan without saying a word?
Although he was willing in his heart, he recalled the way Yan Shuyan clamped his hands and feet, it was completely the overlord who made a bow.
Moreover, Yan Shuyan in the previous life never imprisoned himself, even at that time, he was often angry with Yan Shuyan, and he always had an angry look on his face, Yan Shuyan could always be gentle.
Imo and Snow buried his head in the pillow.
The man she remembered had always been gentle.
She looked up and looked into the distance. "I miss you......"
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What Bing Manxue didn't notice was that on the empty road in the distance, a Rolls-Royce was speeding at an alarming speed, the car was full of green smoke, like a fairyland, and the man in the driver's seat finally couldn't help it.
"Boss, can you open the meeting window?" As he opened his mouth, a large cloud of smoke swept through his lungs, and his throat was itchy and he kept coughing.
Yan Shuyan, who was sitting in the back seat, glanced at the driver's seat, and the smoke exhaled from his mouth was blowing on his face, as if an immortal was coming from the smoke, ready to conclude a sacred contract with civilians, "No." ”
It seems that civilians are unworthy.
"Boss, you can't go home like this, my sister-in-law will definitely miss you." The man in the driver's seat rolled his eyes and said.
"Drive your car." A grim voice rang out.
Does she really think about herself? Yan Shuyan kept asking questions in his heart, on his wedding night, because he couldn't control himself, he strengthened his beloved woman, and when he woke up in the morning, he looked at the bruises on the woman's body and the bloodstains on the bed, and his heart couldn't be calmed.
Yan Shuyan propped his head with one hand and looked out the window, that woman may have hated herself to the core.
It was also for this reason that he did not dare to go home for a week.
But this week, the soul is haunted, and the accumulated thoughts are enough to bury a majestic mountain.
"Boss, or I'll give you a move." The driver glanced at Yan Shuyan from the rearview mirror, saw that he didn't speak, and continued, "Sister-in-law is angry, you can buy some gifts for your sister-in-law, women, they all like diamonds and jewelry." Although my sister-in-law is still in high school, she is a girl after all, and she is happy when you send her. ”
"Bad idea."
For Yan Shuyan, this was a bad idea, and he knew in his heart that this woman had never had a favorite object. A lot of the time, it's cold, and it really responds to her name 'Ice, Man, Snow'. The cold makes people chill.
There was nothing that could make the woman's heart warm, and if there was, it would certainly not be a good thing.
But if you think about it, it's not impossible, at least you can go home and have a look on it on the grounds of giving gifts.
It was as if it wasn't his home at all.
"Go to Fenglan International."