Chapter 22

"It's Bella's loss to let you go." Xia Yuhan sighed.

Yi Youxia's eyes darkened. When she graduated from Donghua University, Xia Yuhan also returned from the famous Marangoni college and became the vice president of Bella. For him, she went through five hurdles and cut six generals, and joined Bella design department. She thought she could get along with him day and night. But she didn't expect to kill Yang Xiaorui, her nemesis, constantly frame her, design her, force her away from Bella, and use her father's power to make her unable to find a job in Yangcheng, in an attempt to drive her out of Yangcheng. On the one hand, she opened an online shop on Taobao. On the other hand, she let her two friends, who are public figures, wear her tailored fashion as a live advertisement, attracting many white-collar beauties in Yangcheng.

"Bella has a lot of talent. It's the same with me or not." She bowed her head.

"It's not the same for me." His low voice like the night wind swept over her hair, provoked her a slight shock, raised her eyes, confused looking at him.

"It's too noisy here. Why don't you go out with me?" He shook her hand and immediately let it go, as if he were making an invitation.

She nodded in a daze.

Night, not deep, as if just brewed green tea, is the most mellow time.

The night wind blows away the sultry floating dust, and the air is cool.

They went to the flower bed outside the square and stopped. She didn't know what he wanted to say, but she hung her head quietly.

"Did you mean to tell me that day?" He asked suddenly. Her heart trembled, hard to open the corner of her mouth stiff, showing an exaggerated smile, that smile even feel empty, false, "of course not, April Fool's day, I'll make a joke with you, you must not misunderstand." Her self-esteem has been seriously hurt and she doesn't want to hurt it again.

"Just a joke?" Xia Yuhan's eyes are dark, and the neon lights on the roadside are flashing, but there is no light to light his eyes.

"Senior, you are going to get married." Her secluded words were like a lament, blocking his mind. Yes, he is going to get married. He has no right to ask for her love and no way to love her well. In fact, her mind, he has long understood, has always thought that she is his exclusive, there will be no change, so he does not care to maintain a vague relationship. But now the opponent appeared, the strength is not generally strong, he can no longer be indifferent.

"I like you, summer." He took her hand and did not release it. His voice was clear and powerful.

She shook violently like an electric shock, opened her eyes and looked at him in disbelief, thinking that she had heard wrong, "I like you!" He said again, seriously, not an illusion. Her eyes moistened, tears slowly fell down, this sentence she waited too long, too long, waiting for heart is broken.

His slender fingers caressed her face and brushed away tears: "I know that you were serious that day, not joking, so am I He began to kiss her, from the forehead to the cheek to the lips, she stood, no response, no refusal, heart trembling curl, like mountains and rivers, like ten thousand horses galloping.

Not far away, a Bentley stopped in the shade of a tree. The dark color made it blend into the dark night.

In the car window, the icy star eyes are burning with ink flame, as if to burn everything into the eyes.

People in the driver's seat noticed his abnormality. In the face of gunfire and bullets, the poker face was out of control, and the initiator was a woman. If he didn't see it with his own eyes, he couldn't believe it at all. You know, the boss has always been cold and unfeeling to women. For so many years, there is only one woman exception.

When he turned his eyes to the window, a figure came to the flower bed, disturbing the lingering air.