A rich girl tames her husband

Chapter 7

The mother of the Han family hysterically shouted. At this moment, a lot of people around appeared to watch the scene of bustle. They were all muttering something." The father of the Han family was exasperated and trembled all over.

Mr. Lee had to take out the money and said with a faint smile, "I came here under orders. This million yuan is compensation for the young master. I hope you will stop causing trouble." Then he put the money on the sewing table. "Beast, now that you are gone, what else do I need the money for?" The father of the Han family glared at him. The mother of the Han family once again burst into tears and grabbed Mr. Li's neck. Then she let your young master return my daughter and I." "Let go of my daughter." Mr. Lee rudely pushed away the sad mother of the Han family. The mother of the Han family fell to the ground, and the father of the Han family helped her up hurriedly.

"I don't care about your family's business. I'm just following orders today." Mr. Li said coldly. "I hope you don't bother our young master anymore in the future. Otherwise, you can go and die with your daughter." After that, he turned and left. The father of the Han family could no longer hold it in. He wanted to go forward and fight Mr. Li with his white hair. Mr. Li calmly and proudly called out seven or eight tall bodyguards.

"I'm telling you, if your daughter doesn't know what to do, don't blame our young master." Old Li warned. "Otherwise, I'll be rude to you." As he said this, Old Li swaggered away from the Han family.

"You're such a beast." Han's mother cursed at the sky and then Huyan's family invited the urban management officers of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau for dinner. Those officers had big stomachs. Haha. No wonder they ate so much meat. They didn't appear in Yu City anymore, and the chaos gradually stopped. "You should restrain yourself." Yao Meilan scolded her son. In order to save her son, she didn't worry too much. She looked at her mother with a lonely and complex face, and her delicate makeup couldn't hide the tired fishtail lines at the corner of her eyes. Suddenly, she felt an unspeakable sense of guilt. She breathed a sigh of relief. She stayed alone in the big room at night. He was alone in the room at night. Silence accompanied him. He took the shaving knife to the bathroom. He took a cold shower because his body had become unconscious. The cold water spilled down, drawing his strong and slender body. What a heart under his bronze skin? He didn't understand either, and he slightly raised his head. He felt he was tired, which he couldn't say. A person who had disguised for too long, lived like a drama. He lived on the stage, and he had lost his self-control. "Where is my conscience? Is there any guilt in me? Do I still love it?"

He tried his best to ask himself, but the intense pain in his head made it impossible for him to find an answer. He turned off the tap in annoyance and stood in front of the mirror. That exceptionally handsome and cold face was enough to make too many girls intoxicated, but of course, it was even more of a naive and inexperienced feeling. He had grown up in a lonely and lonely environment, facing his mother's distant face the most. He had previously shouted from the bottom of his heart that he wanted a hug, but this had become a type of luxury.

When he was twenty years old, he crazily fell in love with a twenty-five-year-old woman and lived together. His cold and damp experience had made him experience as an extraordinary man who conceitedly played games with too many women, but he did not expect that there was actually someone who was dull to the extreme. He heard his own numb voice. He took out the shaving knife and cut his own chin skin again and again until blood seeped through his smooth skin and stung his nerves. His hand trembled a little, put down the shaving knife, and sighed. He took out a bottle of whiskey from the refrigerator, opened it, and sat on the ground lazily. He drank alone. The air was damp and cold, and he quietly heard his breathing.

He suddenly found himself so lonely, as sharp as a needle. He cried. The next day, when he was dressed in a suit, he was able to go to work. After all, he was also a very important figure in the company. His mother had removed the ban from him. He drove to the company without any expression. The burning sun was so sharp that he couldn't open his eyes. The silent temperature like life tortured him again. When he reached the unit, the subordinates passing by greeted him in a friendly way. But when he turned around, he heard them seemingly discussing something. He didn't want to care about it and went straight to the computer desk.

He turned on the computer, wishing to completely forget those things. As if nothing had ever happened, the assistant still brought him a cup of Su Pumo that was cooked. That liquid of bitterness he knew about death, but it was a bit lonely and persistent as he fell in love with this type of lonesome feeling. In the morning, the scenes of those underlings muttering endlessly sounded in his mind, as well as their expressions of disdain and disgust. He tortured him again and again, making his mental state feel as if it was going to collapse. His hands picked up a brain that felt like it was being messed up, hoping that things would end quickly. After all, everything had gone through, something that couldn't be changed. He was randomly tapping on the keyboard, at this moment, he felt an indescribable fatigue.

###Chapter11,A Kongchaning solace

Life was still going on as usual. Soon, Mengxuan's suicide had disappeared, as if nothing had happened and the loneliness was still the same. The Huyan family's courtyard seemed to be very quiet. The moving music, the ambiguous lights, the enchanting woman, the lonely and empty comfort. His hand swept across their enchanting bodies, and it seemed to be very beautiful.

"Commander Huyan." A voluptuous woman dressed in sexy clothes twisted her enchanting body and gently rested her arms on her lonely shoulders. "I love you so much and love you so much."

That voice was full of anger, which made the lonely assistant around her get goosebumps. The woman also kissed the lonely face like a splash of water... The woman seemed to be a novice model, and she wanted to make a fortune for this young master with the help of loneliness. Lonely lifting up her chin casually, she smiled coldly, "Little woman." His expression was still so evil, which made the assistant next to him envious and hate for a long time." "Damn, I had dated with this girl for several months, why didn't this girl look at me?"

The assistant went to the bathroom alone and fixed the already crooked tie in front of the mirror. He sighed alone, "I can't help it. Who says Huyan is rich? When I have money, I will hook up with ten or eight beautiful girls. One of them will feed me to eat, one will massage my back, one will help me to wash my foot water, and one will massage my shoulder. Hahaha, and that figure is more and more hot, just like the teenagers of Dreamy dew..." The assistant was immersed in his dream and could not help but close his eyes. That feeling, was beautiful, as if it really happened.

He felt like he was in a fairyland, bestowed on me a woman. Suddenly, his back was patted heavily, breaking his beautiful day. He turned back in a trance. A tall, strong woman with a big red lipstick was inserted in her thick waist. She asked discontentedly, "How long do you need to occupy this pool?" "Oh, sorry." The assistant seemed to wake up from a dream. The depressed feeling was like crying, but there were no tears.

He had to go back to the side of Lonely Yunchong and became the third wheel. He saw Lonely Yunchong actually kissed him in public as if no one was there. The woman put one hand around his neck and the other charmingly carried a cup of blue Margaret, and the thick fragrance of a woman came to his nose, which made the assistant really envious and hate him. "God, give me a chance to live like a loser." The assistant roared in his heart, and his eyebrows were almost in the shape of a quail.

Lonely at night, he went home with the smell of alcohol. He stood at the door and clamored, "Open the door quickly." After a long time, Old Li came from the bathroom to open the door."

"Where are you going? I've been waiting for you for so long." Through the alcohol alone, he kicked Old Li violently with his sharp leather shoes, which made his abdomen ache. But he still had to smile and said, "I'm sorry, Young Master. I was wrong."

Forcing himself to glance at him, Old Li fell to the ground with a bang because his body was mixed with too much alcohol. He rushed up to help him, but he was still wobbly, so he simply lay on the ground and sang a lot of songs. "Even if I die, I will love...", "Second Young Master, stop singing, Madam Dowager is resting." Old Li quickly stopped him with a soft and flustered voice.

"Hahaha." Lonely consent still laughed unscrupulously, pushing Old Li aside. "I don't care about her. I am happy, but I want to sing hahaha."

"Second Young Master..." No matter how Lao Li tried to persuade her, he couldn't settle her down. She was alone and even clamored. "So what if the old madam hears this? She can still eat me, hahaha."

"My ancestor, please get up." Old Li struggled to lift him up and begged him. But the second young master still stood up. Old Li was really busy. "What's going on outside?" Suddenly there came a thick voice. It was Old Madam. Her face was almost solidified. Old Li was so scared that he quickly held his breath, bowed humbly and called "Old Madam".

Before Mr. Li could react, a slap was quickly slapped on Mr. Li's face.

"Old thing, didn't I remind you to think highly of the Second Young Master? What do you think?"

Old Grandma knitted her eyebrows and shouted at Mr. Li loudly. He clutched his hot and painful face, bowed in a hurry to endure the pain, and squeezed out a wretched smile on his face. "Yes, yes, Mr. Li knows he was wrong. I will take good care of Second Young Master in the future."

"Ha-ha, what a joke." Lonely confronting the bull, the bull finally stood up. He smiled disdainfully, with a toad hanging on the corner of his mouth, and his mouth was ambiguous. "I have never asked anyone to take care of me. Who has the ability to manage me? You tell me, you tell me?" His eyes were approaching Mr. Lee. The forty-year-old servant was as thin as a monkey, which scared Mr. Li to chill.

"Are you done making trouble?" The old lady was very angry. "If you have the ability, don't come back tonight. Look, look at what kind of son you are like, a good son trained by me, Yao Meilan?"

"Haha, I'm also thinking about this question. I think I should really go do a DNA test." Yao Meilan said, "Okay." She pointed at him and tightened her face. "Tonight, you wanted to piss me off, but it's not that easy. Let me tell you, if you don't want to come in, I'll satisfy you." Then she turned to look at Lao Li, who was frightened by Ling Lie's eyes. "Lao Li, go with him tonight, and take good care of your young master in the future."