Chapter 13 013

Return?

Just two words made Wen Qian find hope all of a sudden - if this business can be returned, then ...... Can I change my own owner?

It's not that there's anything wrong with the master in front of her, it's just that according to her plan, she has been looking forward to holding a powerful person, and then starting to carry out her revenge plan, of course, since she wants to carry out her revenge plan, she must bring disaster to this person, and she doesn't want this person to be a member of the Su family if she dies.

As a result, it seems that because I was too nervous, what I wanted to say in my heart really came out of my mouth and accidentally said: "Can I return it......"

The soft voice, and a little silly feeling, have no city government, and undoubtedly confide in his desire to be returned.

Su Wenchi's expression instantly stiffened, but soon, he habitually hid his emotions and didn't say anything else.

But that Zhou Jing, I don't know if it's because of a bad throat or what, at this time, I coincidentally cleared my throat, embarrassed to snicker, so I could only endure it.

"Do you really feel good about yourself and think you're good at finding a home?" Su Wenchi smiled but didn't smile, and his indifferent look was mixed with disdain.

Even the smile turned into a knife, scraping Su Wenqian's face.

Wen Qian didn't make a sound, just smiled faintly and nodded.

With a horizontal heart, I was a little relieved.

"Since this Mr. Zhou is your personal secretary, then I have nothing to hide in front of you. Open the skylight and say something bright, since you can't get used to it, I just ......"

"Zhou Jing, clean up and take her away."

Su Wenchi stood up suddenly,

The long legs walked quickly, and the moment he got up, he brought out a shallow mint smell.

That was the coldness on Su Wenchi's body.

Wen Qian's words were only halfway through, but she choked up and couldn't speak.

Looking at Su Wenchi's back, Wen Qian couldn't help but fall into a deep thought. What the hell is this guy ...... What do you want to do?

Even though he has eaten and drunk the Su family since he was a child, after all, he has never done anything that harms the Su family, as for such a deep hatred?

In the evening of the same day.

After a whole day on the plane, it was close to dinner time when I got on the car sent by the Su family to pick up the plane.

Twilight was rising, with a hint of the chill of the night breeze.

Especially in the villa area on the outskirts of the city, although it is not particularly remote, the population density is not as good as that of the city center, wearing a thin skirt, the cold of the night is slightly eroding the bones, Su Wenqian tugged on the coat on his body, but the clothes are as thin.

In early summer, it's still not so warm and pleasant.

Under the night sky, the Su family courtyard is very quiet, the wide courtyard, the finely trimmed gardening, and the warm orange light from the villa window, everything is so quiet.

Su Wenqian has returned to the place where she lived three years ago, and it is also the place where she has lived for more than ten years. She looked at the room on the right on the second floor, and it turned out to be lit up.

Su Wenchi got out of the car and went straight to the villa, without looking back, Zhou Jing followed by his side, carrying things in his hand and a big shopping bag.

Su Wenqian recognized the logo on the shopping bag, which was a very luxurious women's clothing brand.

Of course, that's not for her.

On the way back to Su's house just now, Su Wenchi didn't say a word, but only told Zhou Jing about some things at work from time to time, so he didn't say a word. The two of them are all in the air, only when Su Wenqian does something wrong, or walks slowly, the two of them will invariably turn around and wait for her, especially that Su Wenchi, looking at him is like surveillance.

"Brother Su, are you back? Bear...... Happy birthday! ”

Suddenly a soft voice behind him, light and beautiful, with a hint of sweet coquettishness.