When I entered the villa, it was very dark and quiet, without a trace of sound!

It was as quiet as if no one was present. Cheng Anya sat tiredly on the sofa, leaning back and his hands were hanging down. The suffocating documents were scattered all over the ground, and the paper rubbed against each other, making rustling sounds.

It poked Cheng Anya's heart in tiny ways!

Very sour!

In the dark night, her heart slowly sank.

Why did it become like this?

Aren't you very happy at first?

Cheng Anya slowly replayed this beautiful night in her mind, holding hands and walking in the sunset, her smile was like a flower, his elegant tree was in the wind, his domineering kiss in the square, his mouth was picking when he was hot... For this necklace, it was full of charm, like crying and complaining, extremely bloody, holding her hand, walking romanticly and slowly in the white moonlight on the ground, and there was a bouquet of fiery red roses, she could even smell its fragrance.

Scenes after scene, like slow motion, or sharp blades, scratching Anya's heart, it hurts very much.

She closed her eyes, and her long eyelashes covered her face with a layer of tiny sadness. For the hatred between the family, Ye Chen, did you abandon me so easily?

Holding her heartache, she remembered a lot of things, including the young master Ye San in the banquet, the young master Yang called the angry young master Ye, and the young master Ye San master who was not inferior to the old man Ye, and the young master mbs International and Yaohua for decades of open and secret struggles, life and death.

Suddenly my heart was as cold as water.

But... what does all this have to do with our relationship?

Yaohua is Yaohua, Mr. Yang is Mr. Yang, and I, Anya, are Cheng, Anya, what is the reason? You want to give up on me?

When love and hatred meet in a narrow road, will you choose hatred?

A burst of anger aroused from the bottom of his heart, and Cheng Anya suddenly opened her eyes, bright and firm!

In order to lure me into your life, you do whatever you want and treat your son as the trump card. You said, let's try it out. Can you live together forever and try your best to make me fall in love with you, but you want to give up on me for hatred?

Ye Chen, what do you think of me?

For love, I can give everything, but I will never regret it, but you give up easily. How can you let me love?

If our feelings cannot resist the hatred in your heart, if you want to hate, you will do whatever you want. Even if you want to break it, you will tell me personally, Cheng Anya, I don’t want you anymore, I don’t love you anymore, let’s break up!

Well, I will do whatever you want. If a man who can give up her for hatred, I won’t care!

This girl is not that cheap yet!

Cheng Anya swept the sadness on her face, stood up and went upstairs...

Ye Chen's bedroom, the door was closed, and Cheng Anya stood at the door without even knocking on the door. She entered directly, and a strong smell of wine came to her face. She knew it was extremely strong wine.

The room was very dark, the lights were not turned on, the windows were wide open, and the black curtains kept blowing in the night wind, like a huge black devil, roaring to swallow everything. The whole room was cold and sad, and a heavy pain flowed out.

Ye Chen stood by the window with his back facing the door, his tall figure was like a layer of frost. The moonlight shot into the window obliquely, making it even colder. Although he was close at hand, Cheng Anya felt that their distance was so far, so far...

It seemed like there was a vacuum around him, and no one could walk in!

A short distance from the world!

An empty wine bottle was already thrown on the ground. With the moonlight, Cheng Anya saw a very strong bottle of Scotch whiskey, and he was holding a bottle in his hand, and sometimes he looked up and poured it wildly!

Her heart was cold!

The ignited anger was beaten to pieces by this scene!

There is a large and beautiful wine cabinet on the first floor, which contains many famous brand wines, Scotch whisky, rum, brandy Louis XIII... all of which are good wines of the year.

There are also many wines with high sugar content.

But Ye Chen has a quirk. He doesn't like drinking much. This big wine cabinet is just a decoration unless he is particularly upset, such as when he comes back from Ye's house, he will drink a sip or two at the bar.

He never drank wildly, and Cheng Anya also noticed that he did not drink, unless he was with the older generation of businessmen, it was hard to refuse.

The contradiction he is here, he doesn't drink much, but he's a lot.

The courage she mustered up flowed thousands of miles away. Cheng Anya knew Ye San's character well and his hatred. She knew that Ye San could only choose one of her hatred and her. She just learned about such explosive news. She should understand him and give him time to think clearly.

But she doesn't want it. Ye Chen is in pain. Will she feel good?

She had just sworn that she would recognize Ye Chen no matter how many times she had changed in her life, but he immediately let her see that her weight was not as good as the hatred in his heart. How could Cheng Anya, who was arrogant, feel?

She also understood that if she really asked clearly, the consequences were not what she wanted, and they were really going to die!

Even though she knew this, she also asked for a clear understanding.

Cheng Anya's personality is just like that. She would rather hurt pain than drag it warmly.

"Ye Chen, why?" The courage returned to his heart. Cheng Anya resisted the pain like a needle and asked in a deep voice. In the dark night, her voice sounded particularly heavy and solemn!

Young Master Ye San could imagine her face at this moment without looking back!

He took another sip of wine. The whiskey was a strong wine, suitable for savoring it slowly. He was so uncomfortable when he drank so wildly, but he was too confused and at a loss. He was not panicked at all. At this moment, he really hated himself for not getting drunk for a thousand cups.

How good it is to be drunk, don’t worry about anything!

"Why didn't you go with him?" Ye Sanshao's voice was hoarse, sarcastic and cold, "That old man is so happy, so gloating. The things born from the bastard are indeed not a good end. He must have thought so."

Cheng Anya calculated the tip of her nose. Ye San's tone made people feel extremely uncomfortable. What was the consequence? Ye Chen, why was he so desperate?

"This is a matter between me and them. Now it's a matter between me and you, don't mess it up!" Cheng Anya said coldly with a hard heart, "You don't want me, at least you have to give me a reason!"

"I don't want you...haha..." Young Master Ye San raised his head and laughed wildly. The hoarse laughter was scattered in the empty black, with an indescribable sadness, like a cuckoo crying blood, about to wither.

Cheng Anya suddenly closed her eyes, held back the pain, and held back the tears that were about to burst out. She tortured each other, and everyone's heart was bleeding.

"Didn't the person surnamed Yang tell you?" Ye San Shao smiled so hard that he couldn't hold on. "He really bears his heart and asks you to ask me..."

Young Master Ye turned around slowly, and the black curtains were flying in strange places on both sides. Cheng Anya was stunned. She saw cold tears flowing on Young Master Ye’s face...

That moment, like thousands of arrows piercing the heart!
Chapter completed!