Chapter 3

"Xiaohan, if I say I regret it, can you give me another chance?"

In his 32 years of life, it was the first and only time that he begged for mercy.

Who is he?

Zhou Yanchen.

These three words alone represent the supreme power of money in Ancheng.

He never had to try to please anyone.

He wants, as long as a look, some people go through fire and water, holding to him, beg him to accept.

But she, only she, is his request.

He pushed her away with his own hands.

The black Bentley Shangmu was parked in front of the Zhou family villa, with the window open, an arm half hanging out from the inside, and a half burnt cigarette between the slender fingertips.

Along the place where the ashes fall, there are at least a dozen cigarette butts lying on the ground.

In front of the French windows of the villa, someone stood by the window.

The woman was wearing a sapphire blue cheongsam with long hair in a bun behind her head.

Cardamom general ten fingers on the arm, Phoenix eyes micro MI, staring at the door of the car shake God.

Behind her, aunt GUI whispered: "madam, do you want to call Mr. in? He's been out for a while

The woman looked back and said with a charming smile, "whatever, he will come in if he wants to come in. Accompany me to the kitchen and see if the soup for Xiaohan is ready. "

"Yes, ma'am."

……

After a box of cigarettes was finished, Zhou Yanchen threw the empty cigarette box to the back of the car with a cold face and pointed to the door.

When the door is opened, the first landing is pure hand-made shoes with polished uppers, followed by long, straight legs wrapped under black trousers.

The man got out of the car, closed the door and strode to the villa.

"You are back, sir."

The servant, Xiao Dong, met Zhou Yanchen at the door and took the suit and coat he was wearing on his arm.

Zhou Yanchen let out a "um". The next second, a clear and graceful female voice jumped into his cochlea.

"Yanxi, you are as beautiful as before." Jiang Xiaohan smile, tone and expression are so sincere.

Zhou Yanxi covered his mouth and chuckled. He only heard the voice of a low and sarcastic man.

"They're all 50 year old women, and they're not shy."

"Zhou Yanchen!"

Zhou Yanxi low call, a cluster of fine eyebrows, hard stare has always been people.

Jiang Xiaohan felt stiff for a moment after hearing the male voice, then slowly turned his head and looked at the door.

Fine short hair, like a picture.

The narrow eyes of Danfeng, the straight bridge of nose and the thin lips of Fei color.

It is as delicate as carving, soft and beautiful.

Male and female, but sharp and beautiful.

White shirt, black trousers.

The shirt is the simplest style.

But there is no denying that no second person can wear a white shirt like this.

It was Zhou Yanchen, the head of the Zhou family and the president of the Zhou group, who had been entangled with her for more than ten years.

As he approached, Zhou Yanchen stood in front of Jiang Xiaohan. Feng's eyes drooped and his face said without expression: "long time no see."

Jiang Xiaohan nodded and said with a smile, "long time no see."

Then she frowned, "did you smoke a lot?"

She remembers that he had a bad lung, and doctors ordered him to quit smoking in the first few years.

It's rare that Zhou Yanchen was embarrassed. He pursed the corners of his mouth and went upstairs without saying a word.

Angry?

Jiang Xiaohan droops his eyes and is at a loss.

Zhou Yanxi's eyes moved and he got up and came over.

Embracing Jiang Xiaohan's shoulder, she said with a smile: "don't pay attention to him. He can't change his temper for many years, just like a dog can't change eating excrement."

Jiang Xiaohan laughs at the words of a pretty woman with extraordinary clothes and temperament.

Seeing her smile, Zhou Yanxi patted her on the shoulder. "I'll go to see him. If you sit down, I guess the boat will come back soon."

"Good."

……

In the first room on the right side of the second floor, Zhou Yanxi didn't knock on the door and entered.

The sound of water flowing from the bathroom seemed to be stained with the embarrassment just now.

With a smile, she sat on the bed waiting for her to come out.

Soon, the bathroom door opens.

Zhou Yanchen was surrounded by a white bath towel, wiping his hair and walking out.

Lift an eye to see the person sitting on the bed, he Feng Mou a tight, cold voice low roar: "who let you come in!"

Zhou Yanxi is not afraid, his eyes follow him down the mermaid line, and the water drops around the eight abdominal muscles move.

Zhou Yanchen was embarrassed and annoyed by her. He covered his chest with a towel to wipe his hair. "You're abnormal!"

Wen Yan, Zhou Yanxi "tut!" He gave a loud, unhappy stare at him: "how to talk to your sister! There's no manners"Break into someone's room without knocking, and stare at the naked man. Who is rude?"

"Oh! Beauty Zhou is as poisonous as ever. " Zhou Yanxi smiles and stands up.

When she came up to him, she reached for his ear.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Yanchen growled, two fingers clasping her wrist.

Zhou Yanxi snorted and let go of him. "I just want to warn you that if a married woman sees too much, she will catch the eye of a needle."

A married woman.

These four words are like a nail in Zhou Yanchen's heart.

With a smile of self mockery, he threw his towel on the ground, stepped on it and walked to the wardrobe, "don't remind me, I understand very well!"

She had been married for a long time, and was no longer what he could think of.

Looking at his stubborn straight back, Zhou Yanxi was a little absent-minded.

Biting her lower lip, she suddenly regretted her cleverness.

Why sprinkle salt on the wound of his heart?

Xiaohan's been married for several years. How has he ever been better?

"I'll go out first. Get dressed and come down." Dare not see him again, finish saying, Zhou Yanxi leaves quickly.

The door closed and the room was still.

Zhou Yanchen's Phoenix eyes lingered with a faint and astringent outline.

He pulled the white shirt in his hand and pinched it in his palm.