Her own mother's words kept ringing in her ears.

Yes, what my mother said was right, she couldn't believe what men said, although she didn't have many men in contact, but Jian Qingchuan was a living example.

His temper was always cloudy, and she just slapped him and he almost killed her.

This man is terrible......

In fact, Wen Xin didn't know why he hit him.

All she remembered was that when his words reached her brain, her mother's words suddenly rang in her ears.

So unconsciously, she raised her hand.

Although she had just been almost killed by that terrible man, she had no regrets.

She hadn't married him yet, she was still herself, and she just wanted to spend her last night in peace.

***

After returning to his room, Jian Qingchuan grabbed a bottle of wine irritably and poured it violently.

Even though Wen Xin made him very angry, it was undeniable that she successfully aroused his interest and wanted her thoughts to linger for a long time.

"Damn woman!"

Jian Qingchuan smashed the wine bottle to the ground and shattered it.

Such a loud noise attracted the servants of the Jane family.

The housekeeper Chen's mother followed upstairs, looking at the mess in Jian Qingchuan's room, she asked nervously, "Young master, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Get out, get out of here."

His loud roar frightened the few new little servants who were following Chen's mother into lowering their heads and shivering as they stood by the wall.

Chen's mother is the old housekeeper of the Jian family, Jian Qingchuan was a maid in the Jian family before she was born, she watched Jian Qingchuan be born until now.

In her memory, Jian Qingchuan has been so arrogant since she was a child that she disdains everything, she is so indifferent that she has no emotion, and she never shows her joy and anger on her face.

Now, Jian Qingchuan lost her temper in her room, and it was the first time she had seen her.

She thought, could it be that she has changed sex?

Possibly.

Mother Chen didn't dare to say anything more, and glanced at the few servants behind her, motioning for them to go down first.

"Young master, if you need anything, call me at any time."

After saying that, Chen's mother also exited the room, and then closed the door.

After the surrounding silence returned, Jian Qingchuan sat down in front of the bar and took out another bottle of wine, only this time he became much more elegant.

No longer blowing on the bottle, but pouring it into the cup and drinking it slowly.

The sound of a metal lighter rang crisply in his empty room, one after another.

The unique aroma of the cigar lingered around Jian Qingchuan, and he smoked slowly, staring at the void not far away.

The thin, sexy lips curved in a nice arc, as if thinking about something.

***

The next day, Jian Qingchuan got up very early.

Last night, he didn't know whether he fell asleep after a few cold water showers, and he was tortured by himself all night, Jian Qingchuan's face was dark early in the morning, and it was not pleasing to the eye.

"Young Master, what do you want for breakfast?" Chen's mother asked.

Jian Qingchuan gave a cold look back but did not speak.

He picked up the newspaper, sat on the couch and read it, as if something suddenly happened, he put the newspaper down again, and walked into the dining room.

Picking up the toast that the maid had coated with jam and taking a bite, his face suddenly became darker: "Who made this toast?" ”

A servant stood behind him and replied tremblingly, "It was made by the kitchen master." ”

"Throw it away."

Tossing the toast aside in his hand, he picked up the milk again.

"Who told you to add sugar to your milk?"

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