That night, the capital was drizzling.

In April, people always can’t figure out when it will bring you a heavy rain.

You are soaked all over.

The streets where the lights were first on, were washed clean by the light rain, and a black Mercedes-Benz was slowly driving on this not-so-congested street.

Inside the car, a woman in a decent suit, with exquisite makeup and slender fingertips on the steering wheel, her whole body exuded a sense of loneliness and desolation that was inconsistent with her age.

After a closer look, her eyebrows and eyes were cold.

In the world, there is such a woman who has left the world but is independent and not confused by fame and fortune. She has been destroyed by all things in the world. Her family is destroyed and her heart is broken. She is still in the deep sea mud but still wants to survive.

Try to find light in the darkness.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, still maintaining your backbone.

The capital city has never been very friendly to her. She has a cold stomach and has not brought an umbrella, but it started to drizzle late at night.

The blow made her whole body cool, and she reached out to press the heating in the car. It took a long time to improve.

Halfway through, the phone that was placed in the passenger's passenger jumped. She looked sideways and ignored the phone call with a bad intention.

The line ahead was particularly long waiting for the red light. She stopped the car and her calm eyes were bored and moved to the left.

In addition to the large screen of the mall, in addition to advertising, interviews with elite figures from all walks of life will be held.

On the road where traffic flowed through, a cold woman was sitting in the car, her expressionless eyes fell on the big screen through the car window with water droplets.

The above is an interview with a new entrepreneur in Beijing. The man sat in the studio with elegant postures and an unconcealed kingly aura. His natural nobleness made the whole unmarried women in Beijing crazy.

He was wearing a decent black suit, with a handsome appearance, elegant and noble temperament, and cold eyes.

Every move reveals a natural domineering spirit.

But such a well-dressed billionaire is just a beast in sheepskin in her eyes.

Wen Ya smiled and had a dark swamp heart.

After a long time, the woman held a disdain and started the car with a sneer, and moved away from here with the traffic.

The raindrops are in front of Feifei, because of traffic jams, and they are a red butt.

The mobile phone on the co-pilot continued to beat reluctantly.

On the other side, in the villa in the middle of the mountain in the distance, the housekeeper held his cell phone and dialed the phone while secretly glanced at the man sitting on the sofa with a gloomy face. His heart was very moved.

She was so anxious that she began to turn around in the same place, her face turned pale and her heart was rising and falling.

The man's face was so dark that it almost dripped out of water, invisibly putting pressure on the servants in the room.

She looked ahead, her eyes rippled slightly.

If there are joys and sorrows in life, then she should be in the first stage at this time.

She reached out and her slender nails inserted into her hair, slowly kneading them.

It is urgent to be in a traffic jam among others.

And she was calm.

Someone is in a hurry to go home, where is she?

There are thousands of lights in this city, but none of them really lit up for her.

In the traffic flow, she was like a melancholy guest.

The closer she got, the more trembling her heart became.

On the hillside of the famous Moshan Mountain in the capital, there is a prosperous and quaint villa. The villa, just from a distance, feels quite heavy and depressing.

It took her ten minutes to drive from the foot of the mountain to the middle of the mountain.

Is the car slow?

No, she doesn't want to go home.

Home? To her, it is a funny word.

She has survived in the cracks since childhood, shrunk and was not as good as a dog.

There is still a home for a domestic dog, what about her?

Just a homeless person.

The car had not stopped yet, and she saw the butler holding an umbrella and walking towards her in an anxious step towards the street lights.

She turned off the engine and was about to push open the car door, but the butler Xu Dai first pulled it open and held an umbrella to face her.

"Madam, sir is back."

"Bang..." in response to her was the shocking sound of the car door being knocked down.

Xu Dai was so scared that he was shocked.

"Madam~," Xu Dai followed her with an umbrella, her words were extremely anxious, and her eager steps were slightly instable.

She paused suddenly, her cold gaze was a few degrees lower than this rainy night, and her words were cold and soft, "Your husband is back, what?"

Xu Dai was speechless for a second.

Looking at her, she opened her mouth, and under her gaze, she couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Do you want me to kneel down to welcome me or to flatter me?" she asked, her words aggressively.

She stretched out her hand in anger, pushed away the umbrella that Xu Dai held above her head, and strode into the house in the drizzle and cold face.

Inside the room, the man was sitting on the sofa with his jaw tightened, and his whole body exuded the breath of being unaware of the stranger.

The eyes were locked in the door.

Just from a distance, you can see that this person is in a very bad mood.

She stepped in, reached out and handed the bag in her hand to the servant, then took off her wet coat and was about to step upstairs, but she heard a voice of cold Qingqing suppression from behind, "If you hadn't driven back tonight, I really should have wondered if I had married a blind man."

From when she came in and wanted to go upstairs, she never looked at him.

He waited all night but couldn't wait for this kind-hearted woman to look at him more.

That kind of pain is simply indescribable in words.

"I'm sorry, I failed to get Director Xu to fulfill his wish," she looked at the man in front of her with cold eyes, without showing any weakness.

Inside the house, a servant lowered his head, and did not dare to breathe, thinking about how to reduce his existence.

The rain outside the house began to pour down from the hazy drizzle, and it became heavier in the late night.

She is the daughter of a high-ranking official in the capital, but she is the stepdaughter.

Her biological mother, because she disliked her biological father for being unwilling to make progress, could not afford the life she wanted, remarried with her.

Even if she was reluctant, she had no choice.

Over the years, she has survived in a crack, struggling with difficulties, and living her own life in a life of slack.

When she was walking back at midnight, she was outsiders wherever she was.

She was blessed by the Zhao family, but she also paid the price she deserved.

It is rumored that there is a woman surnamed An from the Zhao family. She was born in the Zhao family. Although she was beautiful, she was extremely unpopular.

Although she is full of talent and means, she is just a stepdaughter who cannot get on the table.

He is the eldest son and grandson of the powerful businessman in the capital, and he is loved by thousands of people and the successor of the mysterious empire.

The Xu family in the capital, this name alone makes people frightened.

It is such a man with great power.

But she married her and the day after marriage she was asked to be the laughing stock of the entire capital.

She never thought that this marriage was her redemption, but she never thought of living a life of silence in this marriage.

"An Yu~," the man suppressed his anger and his voice was low. The deep eyebrows and eyes were full of flames of sinister measurement.

Anyone who knows him knows that he is tolerant of An Yu. Even if this unintentional woman angers him, he is still angry, afraid of making her unhappy.

She looked at him and looked directly at him.

That posture is as arrogant as a pine and cypress.

In front of this man who is not angry and arrogant, even if she is afraid, she still has to bite the bullet and look at him.

The two of them were in a stalemate. In a trance, something fluffy was rubbing against their feet. She looked down at her eyes and her eyes were cold.

She was wondering, why is this dog still alive?

This dog has been here since she came to Moshan Villa. She is not a person who loves animals. They all say that she loves houses and ninth houses. Does that hate a person and a dog that hates him?

An Yu thought, yes.

She hated Xu Shaohan, so she even felt that Xu Shaohan's dog was not a good thing.

Sharply, lifting his foot, accompanied by a barking sound, the dog was already lying a few meters away.
To be continued...