There were no words, no wind, and no light along the way.

It was dark all around, except for the headlights. The air was stuffy, and Qiao Wenhan never said a word again until he returned to Qiao's mansion.

"Come over tomorrow."

"I need to deal with a contract on my side."

On the phone, Qiao Wenhan frowned slightly, pulled his tie, and gulped down a glass of ice water.

"It's a private matter."

"Hmm."

An Xiaoxi only heard this, and it seemed that Qiao Wenhan also wanted to deal with the relationship between them. A lawyer should be called tomorrow.

It is somewhat intriguing that the hastily drafted clause ended in such a serious way.

An Xiaoxi dragged her tired body back to the room.

The makeup was spent, and the clothes were a little wrinkled. Before going out, he was still excited and happy, and only Gu Ying was left with self-pity at this moment.

Slowly pumping out the strength on his body, he barely finished washing, and he couldn't sleep in bed.

"Am I doing too much?"

Ann Xiaoxi asked herself. Is it asking too much, but she really can't forgive Qiao Wenhan who is still thinking of Cai Mengyu.

She wanted to be Qiao Wenhan's only, she thought that after so many ups and downs with Qiao Wenhan, she would be Qiao Wenhan's only. It's a pity she was wrong. Qiao Wenhan will always have a large piece of space left in his heart for Cai Mengyu.

She competed with a dead man and lost.

Thinking of this, tears fell uncontrollably, and I couldn't stop it. She overestimated her mental endurance. Qiao Wenhan was so honest that he didn't know how to coax her a little, even if it was nonsense.

lied to her that she was Qiao Wenhan's only, and maybe she wouldn't be so wronged and lost.

"Dididi"

The phone didn't move for a day, and suddenly rang out at an inopportune time.

It's Su Chenfeng.

His call came unexpectedly. An Xiaoxi listened to the phone ringing one after another, did not answer, and fell into deep thought.

Did she really make the wrong choice? Su Chenfeng, who fell in love with Cai Mengyu with Qiao Wenhan back then, now regards An Xiaoxi as the only one, but she chose another person.

It's really a trick.

An Xiaoxi smiled bitterly, waiting for the bell to stop, but it didn't seem to stop, disturbing people's hearts.

"Su Chenfeng is a good person, you can't hurt him."

An Xiaoxi's heart is extremely firm, if she complains like Su Chenfeng at this time, she will lose Qiao Wenhan and Su Chenfeng. Once again caught in the whirlpool of a love triangle.

She didn't want to make things so complicated, her little head couldn't handle that.

……

It was very cold at night, An Xiaoxi came to the garden for a walk alone, the greenhouse had not yet been used, all the flowers and plants had lost their protection, and they resisted alone in this gradually cold night.

Circle after circle, under the foil of the dim street lamp, An Xiaoxi wanted to take a walk to dissipate her sorrows.

It's a pity that it can't be dispersed.

Her love is too humble, and Qiao Wenhan is so high.

It is so sad to give to someone to love oneself in this way. An Xiaoxi didn't cry, but the cold wind slightly smoked her eyes, and her vision became a little blurred.

……

On the balcony, a slender and white hand supported the railing, and the other hand held a glass of wine, silently sipping it.

The bitter taste is like its own fate, with a slightly sweet taste, but it is only a fleeting illusion.

Qiao Wenhan looked at An Xiaoxi in front of the garden, round and round, walking stupidly. Like a spinning top.

"What a crazy woman."

Tilt your head and drink it all. The Adam's apple is clattering and agitating up and down. Qiao Wenhan's face suddenly became a little hot, like a fire. During the day, the wind blew on the coast, and I got cold, and now I drink and blow the wind, which is completely self-defeating to fight against An Xiaoxi's awkwardness.

"When will she understand? Yu. ”

Looking up at Polaris, Qiao Wenhan also fell into sorrow. He really wanted to ask Cai Mengyu if there was no girl who could get close to his heart anymore. He had high hopes for An Xiaoxi, but what he got was also the result of jealousy.

Thinking of being slapped by An Xiaoxi for the first time at the beach, it seems like yesterday. The sweet and spicy chick in the past is now also afraid of love. Qiao Wenhan was a little disappointed.

To Ann Creek, but also to herself.

Because he knew that everything An Xiaoxi's accusation was true. He can't forget Cai Mengyu, but he likes An Xiaoxi very much.

Qiao Wenhan has always had a set of views on women, he doesn't despise or fool, he only looks for smart women who can play, and each takes what he needs. Until I met An Xiaoxi, and Anna, who was not afraid of death.

"Hey ......"

Qiao Wenhan suddenly shouted at the garden. An Xiaoxi looked up and saw Qiao Wenhan leaning on the balcony railing, lazy.

The wine glass in his hand was already empty, and Qiao Wenhan was still so dazzling under the starlight and lights. An Xiaoxi looked at Qiao Wenhan carefully for the first time from a distance.

The fingers were compared to the camera frame, framing Qiao Wenhan's slender and powerful body, as well as his handsome face.

This person is so beautiful and so cruel.

"Ann Creek !!"

Qiao Wenhan roared angrily, and his voice trembled a little.

"You !!"

An Xiaoxi looked up, and Qiao Wenhan's body swayed a little.

"You !! Idiot!!! ”

Qiao Wenhan shouted with all his might, and all the servants in the room woke up, but no one dared to turn on the lights. An Xiaoxi faintly heard the sound of Suosuo's discussion, in such a quiet night.

"Ridiculous."

Shaking his head, An Xiaoxi turned his back and didn't look at Qiao Wenhan getting drunk. Continue to be in a daze, continue to walk, and continue to accompany the flowers and plants in the garden. Every little grass is 10,000 times cuter than Qiao Wenhan at the moment.

"Don't go!!"

Qiao Wenhan was still shouting, but An Xiaoxi pretended not to hear.

"Ann Xiao...... Creek ......"

The last word "stream" is like the sound of a toy that suddenly has no battery, and it is very small.

As soon as An Xiaoxi turned his head, Qiao Wenhan was no longer on the balcony.

Only then did he shout at the balcony without Qiao Wenhan.

"Qiao Wenhan, you bastard!!"

"You're going to hell!!"

Roaring, using all the strength of his body, An Xiaoxi was unprecedentedly cool.

Whether Qiao Wenhan heard it or not, she had to release her evil anger.

……

"Uncle, young master, what are they doing?"

In the gatehouse, near the outside of the garden, a few servants whispered. Young Master Qiao rarely gets drunk at home, and looking at An Xiaoxi's state, it seems that the two of them are not quite right.

"Is that something you're worried about?"

"The little couple is awkward!"

As soon as you say a word, these gossipy night watchmen talk with relish.

"Come out! Do me some work! ”

Pushing the door open, Qiao Wenhan's alcohol almost scared a few people who were whispering to death.

"Young Master, what do you want us to do?"

Everyone stood up and waited for Qiao Wenhan to issue an order.

"Go! Tie up Ann Xiaoxi and send it to my room. ”

Several people looked at each other, not knowing that this couple could still play like this, and they were a little confused.

"Why are you stunned, go!"

Qiao Wenhan sat on the sofa of the workers, this was the first time he came to the porter, according to his old temper, he would not be willing to sit on this dusty sofa at all.

"What kind of wine did you drink?"

Seeing some beer and liquor on the table, as well as some peanuts and melon seeds, Qiao Wenhan suddenly wanted to take another sip.

"Old white dry."

A not-so-old security guard replied.

"Pour me a drink, too."

Qiao Wenhan's words almost didn't scare him into tears, was it that the young master was too scared when he found out that they were on duty late at night and drank and came to torture people. Because he didn't know what his purpose was in doing this, he was like the usual Qiao Wenhan.

Take a sip and take a cup of old white dry. Spirits irritate the nasal, oral and thoracic cavities.

"Huh? How many of you don't understand people? Let's go. ”

Seeing the young master who was drinking Lao Baigan, several servants were a little stunned, and they couldn't move their steps.

"Young master, are we going to use rope or tape, or other tools?"

A stunned young man asked thoughtlessly. Qiao Wenhan raised his sharp eyes, revealing the murder weapon.

"Wrap it in the softest ribbon, the warmest quilt."

Several people took the task and went out, and the whispering was not over, they looked at each other and laughed.

Young Master Qiao's interest today is very high.

……

"Hey! What are you doing, ahhhhh Let me go!!! ”

Straight from the garden, being wrapped in a large quilt is not an experience that everyone has.

An Xiaoxi felt that he was ashamed of the dead, what is the difference between this and being sent to bed in the Qing palace drama.

This Qiao Wenhan said that he was a big bastard.

"Let me go, what are you doing?"

didn't stop shouting along the way, but this is Qiao Wenhan's lair.

was sent to Qiao Wenhan's bed, and a group of people tied An Xiaoxi to the bed with beautiful ribbons, which made people cry and laugh.

An Xiaoxi has given up struggling, Qiao Wenhan, a tyrant, a madman, a big pig's trotter, all the so-called have exceeded all her imagination.

"Ann...... Ann Creek ......"

was helped in by two servants, Qiao Wenhan was as drunk as a groom, and the smell of wine quickly drove away all the elegant fragrance in the room. An Xiaoxi wanted to cover her nose, but her hands were completely tied and she couldn't move.

Sometimes a keen sense of smell is also a bad thing, she wants to be a celebrity chef, and later wants to create her own delicious business, the main capital is her sensitive taste and smell system.

Fortunately, these talents have become weapons that torture her even deeper.

"Ann Creek ......"

Qiao Wenhan was helped to sit on the sofa chair next to the bed.

"I wish I could ...... now"

Staggered to his feet, Qiao Wenhan's tall man had a natural sense of oppression, and An Xiaoxi's limbs were all tied, completely passive.

"What do you want to do?"

An Xiaoxi didn't have a good temper and face to him. I hate drunk men the most.

"I want to ......"

The fingers, which were hot from the stimulation of alcohol, stroked An Xiaoxi's cheeks.

Before he could say anything terrifying, he collapsed on the side of the bed like a puddle of mud.