Master Jiu, my wife is wearing countless vests!

As the eldest daughter of the family, Zhuang Yang must marry the heir of the implicit family in order to reflect her noble status. And who was Zhou Huan? Even if he married into her family, he would still be completely unworthy of her.

Di Yuanjue's cold-bloodedness seemed to have sent Zhuangyang into eternal hell. How could he say that? They were an unmarried couple.

"Ah Jue, how can you say such a thing? I am your fiancée," she asked question after sentence. "Should you fight for me? Do you really like Long Qingcheng? What is her identity and why is she I am worthy of you, but am I the only one worthy of you in this world?”

She was unwilling to accept that her position was replaced by an unknown person. Long Qingcheng was just a failed family, so what if she was the daughter of a rich man.

She is also not worthy of Ah Jue.

"The Xuanyuan family will never let you marry her, Ah Jue, wake up!"

Bang!

The textured silver lighter was thrown directly onto the coffee table, and the glass coffee table fell into pieces, which was very jarring.

The man looked cold and looked at Zhuang Yang as if he had spat on ice. He was cold-blooded and wanted to kill someone. Her heart suddenly fell into the abyss.

His slender fingers were crossed on his legs. His hoarse voice was extremely cold, but every word he said was so arrogant, "Fiancée? That old man chose nearly 50 fiancées for me. You are among them." At best, it’s just the bottom one.”

This was one of the reasons why Di Yuan never dared to answer Long Qingcheng's words. There were too many people and he was afraid that she would kick him off before he could get into bed.

Zhuang Yang bit his lip, looking a little dazed.

"Why hasn't the Xuanyuan family announced my marriage for so long? It's because they can't be the master of my Emperor Yuan Jue."

"No one can control who I, Emperor Yuan Jue, want to choose and who I love in my marriage. The only person I love is Long Qingcheng, and she is the only one. She lives and I live, and she dies and I die."

Di Yuanjue slowly stood up and walked to Zhuangyang's side with heavy steps. The man's warning words rang in her ears, "I haven't settled the debt with you when you went to find Long Qingcheng privately, so I know what's going on." Just wait obediently for the Xuanyuan family to take you home. Otherwise, I will make your banker collapse overnight."

Zhuangyang was so frightened by Di Yuanjue that his forehead and legs went weak, and then he sat directly on the floor.

He raised his head and looked at the man like a demon in hell. It seemed that at this moment, Zhuang Yang felt that he had never seen Di Yuan Jue clearly before.

The man who was very gentlemanly around him, the man who always maintained etiquette first, may have been just pretending, but the person in front of him was the real Di Yuanjue.

-

The night wind was very gentle, but it carried a hint of coldness.

After taking the person away, Di Yuanjue was the only one left in the room. But he stood up and came to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the neon lights outside, without even the slightest sign of leaving.

The man's tall body was reflected on the window, and what was vaguely visible was the curling clouds of smoke rushing upwards. The white smoke blurred the man's handsome face, and his thin crimson lips made a puffing motion, which was very sexy and alluring.

After a few minutes, he was about to finish smoking one cigarette.

The door rang again, Ying Lei on the side went to open the door, and the person who came in was Zhou Huan.

Zhou Huan didn't look careless just now, but hurried in and asked worriedly, "Cousin, how is my sister-in-law?"

A cold gaze suddenly shot over.

Di Yuan Jueren walked over slowly, with a strong aura and a cold voice, "Since you know that the person Zhuangyang is dealing with is Long Qingcheng, why didn't you tell me."

Zhou Huan was so innocent. He raised his hands and explained helplessly, "I really don't know. She asked me to come here when she contacted me. She didn't tell me anything about what she was doing."

Zhou Huan approached Zhuangyang for only one reason, which was to set up a trap to lure Zhuangyang into the game and find out whether the banker had anything to do with the accident.

These days, his cousin once again gave him the task of disqualifying Zhuang Yang's fiancée. When Zhou Yang arrived at the hotel, he realized that Zhuang Yang had already met Long Qingcheng and even set up a trap to frame her.

Zhou Huan didn't have time to report to Diu Yuan Jue, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go forward.

He just thought that as long as his cousin saw him, he would understand all this.

Zhou Huan pursed his lips, feeling very guilty. He took a few steps forward. He was used to seeing his cousin's calm and steady look, but today he saw that his cousin had more of a human touch. Sure enough, love can nourish a person.

He asked: "Cousin, how is my sister-in-law?"

"What do you say?"

Zhou Huan said without fear of death: "Aren't you tired?"

Di Yuanjue: "..."

-

When Long Qingcheng woke up, it was already late at night. She turned over, lay on the bed and kept fumbling for her phone.

It's just that I didn't touch the phone, but I touched something solid.

Her body was tense, and the person who was huddled in bed was a little stiff, not daring to move, not daring to move.

But even if she didn't dare to move, the bed was filled with the strong smell of male hormones, which she couldn't ignore.

Not long after, a low, hoarse, even ambiguous voice sounded from above, "Qingcheng, stop touching..." I'm touching, and it's hard again.

He didn't want to take a second bath.

Long Qingcheng sat up suddenly and looked at the man next to him. There was a laptop on his lap. As if he was daring to work, she raised her eyebrows and said in a lazy voice: "Why, are you in my room?" inside."

In the dim room, there was only an orange table lamp on the bedside table. The darkness was set to the darkest level. The whole room was surrounded by orange gentle light. The light shone on the man's handsome profile, making him stand out suddenly. There is gentleness in the coldness.

He is such a man, he controls most of the capital's economic industry, and is the "Nineth Master" that everyone is afraid of. But only in her world, this kind of Nineth Master is as gentle as a domestic cat that has been domesticated. .

Di Yuanjue closed the computer, spread his hands, and said with a hint of helplessness in his deep voice, "Did Qingcheng forget what he said before going to bed?"

What did you say?

She thought hard, as if who was not allowed to let him leave.

Long Qingcheng didn't believe it, "You really didn't leave?"

"I left for a little while, but I'll be back soon." Di Yuanjue consciously reported the itinerary to his wife, looking down at his watch worth hundreds of millions, it was already past two o'clock in the morning, "Do you still want to be here? Get some sleep?”

Long Qingcheng hadn't eaten since the party, and now she was a little hungry and shook her head, "I'm going to take a shower and ask the hotel to send some food. I'm hungry."