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

In his 32 years of life, that was the first and only time he begged for mercy and surrendered to a person.

who is he?

Zhou Yanchen.

With just these three words, the supreme money and wealthy people in Ancheng represent the supreme wealth.

He never had to deliberately please anyone.

All he wanted was just a look, someone would go through fire and water, carry it to him and beg him to accept it.

And she, only she, is his request but cannot be obtained.

It was him who pushed her away with his own hands.

The black Bentley Shanmu stopped in front of the door of the Zhou family villa, with the car window open, one arm half hanging out from inside, and a half-burned cigarette clamped on the slender fingertips.

Looking down the place where the ashes fell, at least a dozen cigarette butts were lying on the ground.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the villa, someone stood by the window.

The woman was wearing a slim cheongsam with long hair tied in a bun behind her head.

His ten fingers were placed on his arms like cardamom, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the car at the door and swaying to the silence.

Behind him, Aunt Gui whispered: "Madam, do you want to call Mr. in? He has been outside for a while."

The woman turned around and smiled charmingly: "Don't worry, he will come in naturally if he wants to come in. Come with me to the kitchen to see if the soup stewed for Xiaohan is ready."

"Yes, madam."

...

A box of cigarettes was finished just like that. Zhou Yanchen threw the empty cigarette box into the back seat of the car with a cold face, and his fingers stretched towards the car door with clear joints.

When the door opens, the first thing that lands is purely handmade custom leather shoes with shiny uppers, followed by long and straight legs wrapped under black trousers.

The man bent down and got out of the car, closed the car door casually, and strode towards the villa.

"Sir, you are back."

The servant Xiao Dong greeted Zhou Yanchen at the door and took over the suit jacket he was on his arm.

Zhou Yanchen said "yes", and the next second, a beautiful and melodious female voice jumped into his cochlea.

"Yan Xi, you are still as beautiful as before." Jiang Xiaohan smiled, his tone and expression were so sincere.

Zhou Yanxi covered her mouth and chuckled, and only heard a low and sarcastic male voice coming.

"All of them are 50-year-old women, so I'm not ashamed."

"Zhou Yanchen!"

Zhou Yanxi shouted softly, with thin eyebrows, and glared at the person who came.

After hearing the male voice, Jiang Xiaohan's body stiffened for a moment, then slowly turned his head and looked at the door.

Short and thin hair, picturesque eyebrows and eyes.

Narrow and long phoenix eyes, straight nose bridge, and thin scarlet lips.

The exquisite outline is as soft and beautiful as a carved one.

The boys and girls look sharp and beautiful.

White shirt, [Fiction of Smoky Rain and Red Dust      ] Black trousers.

Shirts are the simplest style.

But there is no denying that no one can wear a white shirt like this, it looks good.

The person who came was the head of the Zhou family, the president of the Zhou family group, and Zhou Yanchen, a man who had been entangled with her for more than ten years.

As he walked up, Zhou Yanchen stood in front of Jiang Xiaohan, his phoenix eyes lowered and his face blankly, saying, "Long time no see."

Jiang Xiaohan nodded and smiled and said, "Long time no see."

Then, she frowned gently, "Did you smoke a lot?"

She remembered that his lungs were not well and the doctor ordered him to quit smoking in the first few years.

It is rare that Zhou Yanchen was embarrassed, and he pursed his lips and turned around without saying a word.

Angry?

Jiang Xiaohan lowered his eyes, feeling a little helpless.

Zhou Yanxi's eyes moved and she stood up and walked over.

Holding Jiang Xiaohan's shoulder, she smiled and said, "Don't pay attention to him, his temper can't be changed for many years, just like a dog can't change his shit."

A pretty woman with extraordinary temperament said such words, which made Jiang Xiaohan laugh.

Seeing her laughing, Zhou Yanxi patted her on the shoulder, "I'll go see him, you sit down, I guess Zhou Ran is coming back soon."

"good."

...

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

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

She curled her lips and smiled, and sat leisurely on the bed waiting for someone to come out.

Soon, the bathroom door opened.

Zhou Yanchen walked out while wiping his hair with a white bath towel around his lower body.

He looked up and saw the person sitting on the bed. His phoenix eyes tightened and he growled coldly: "Who asked you to come in!"

Zhou Yanxi was not afraid, and his eyes flowed down his mermaid line, moving with water droplets spinning at his eight-pack abdominal muscles.

Zhou Yanchen was so embarrassed that she saw it that she covered her chest with a towel that wiped her hair, "You are perverted!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yanxi said "tsk!" and glared at him unhappily: "Why are you talking to your sister? Are you still polite?"

"Who breaks into someone else's room without knocking on the door, and stares at the unclothed man and looks at the unruly man. Who is it rude?"

"Oh! The lips and tongue of beauty Zhou are as poisonous as ever." Zhou Yanxi smiled softly and stood up.

Walking in front of him, she reached out to grab his ear.

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

Zhou Yanxi snorted and let him go, "I'm just here to warn you that if a married woman sees too much, she will get a needle hole."

A married woman.

These four words are like a nail that is hardly nailed to Zhou Yanchen's heart.

With a self-deprecating smile, he threw the towel in his hand on the ground and stepped on it toward the wardrobe, "No need to remind me, I understand very much!"

She had already married as a wife, and she was no longer what he could think of.

Looking at his stubborn and straight back, Zhou Yanxi was a little lost.

She bit her lower lip and suddenly regretted her self-righteousness just now.

Why should I put salt on the wounds in his heart again?

How did Xiaohan get better in the past few years of marriage?

"I'll go out first, you should put on your clothes and come down quickly." I didn't dare to look at him again. After saying that, Zhou Yanxi quickly left.

The door closed and the room was silent.

Zhou Yanchen's phoenix eyes were lingering in the phoenix, and the ends of his eyes were outlined with a faint astringency.

He pulled the white shirt he held in his hand out and squeezed it tightly in his palm.

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