Chapter 5

Ji Qianchen really wanted to use an axe to chop him directly.

She got out of bed with a thin back to see if the servant had brought the clothes. She wanted to leave here early.

She fell into a broad embrace and put on his long, narrow brown eyes.

His eyes are the most beautiful, clear and cunning, as deep as a cold pool, as if accidentally, they can be rolled in and never pulled out.

Four years ago, it was because of these eyes that she was hopelessly fascinated.

She lost her mind for a moment when her hands touched his warm chest.

Looking at the people in his arms with a smile, Ling Xiaohan took her to the sofa and sat down, "legs soft?"

His voice, like an alarm bell, suddenly woke Ji Qianchen up.

Immediately push him away and out of his strong arms.

"Beast, how many times did you ask me last night?"

Otherwise, why would her legs be so soft.

Ling Xiaohan stretched out a long hand, spread it out and placed it in front of her, and said, "not much, just one hand."

Shit! He is two times less than the legendary seven times a night.

"Ling Xiaohan, you're good enough to squeeze people without blinking."

"Well, it's OK."

……

Ji Qianchen almost got angry with meningitis after hearing this.

How could the dead man be more humble than four years ago? He used to be the stone in the toilet, smelly, hard and cold, and invincible.

After changing clothes, Ji Qianchen hurried downstairs.

Double staircase, gold-plated handrail, she went downstairs, looked at this magnificent European style villa.

This is several times larger than her home. All the decoration and home furnishings are the world's top and most luxurious, with black and white gray as the main color.

Ling Xiaohan is sitting in front of the dining room, leaning on the chair lazily, as if waiting for someone. Next to him stood a man, rob, who was in the elevator with him yesterday.

On the huge long table, I threw a golden tablecloth and put all kinds of breakfast on it: Western, Chinese, Japanese, Korean

"Come here, breakfast." Ling Xiaohan left a chair opposite her, which seemed to be for her.

"No, I'll go home." Ji Qianchen didn't buy it at all and went straight to the gate.

Because her mood at this time is very complex, she tells herself, she hates him, she doesn't like him any more.

But now, her heart miraculously shows signs of recovery.

His appearance made her at a loss for a moment, and her panic heart was nowhere to be placed.

So, it's better to escape than to meet!

"Rob, take her back."

Ling Xiao cold tightly locked eyebrows, cold voice command, then, he got up, opened the chair, step by step up the stairs.

Ji Qianchen sat on a silver gray Bugatti Veyron, staring out of the window at the scenery passing by.

Today's lingxiaohan, a name can ring the whole Asia.

At the age of 27, he has become the president of one of the top two Dixiao groups.

She heard all these words from the commercial and financial reports, because he never appeared in front of the media.

She only heard of his increasingly powerful name, but in the past four years, she has never seen him in person.

Until last night.

Those memories that she once tried to forget came like a spring, trying to get into her mind.

No, she can't keep thinking about this scum.