C74 Damn fiancé

Three years later …

Standing at the gate of the airport was a man in a black, knee-length coat. He wore sunglasses and held a cigarette in his mouth as he leaned against the sign beside the gate.

The man raised his head and looked at the blue sky with amber eyes. A trace of sadness appeared in his eyes.

That was three years ago. He leaned against the door and lit a cigarette, waiting for that idiot woman to fall into his trap.

But...

She's been gone for three years.

"Little Di, I'm back!"

The man's voice was deep and full of magnetism, but one could hear the sadness hidden within his words. The name "Little Di" had been etched into his heart for three years, and the lingering pain made him sad, but he held on tightly. When the pain came, he knew he was still alive. If he was not here, he would die.

She was his pain. Pain was his heart.

She and he were alive when the pain came.

"Hi, Yun Yun!" How did you get here first!? "

A car silently approached the airport gate. Qiao Yifeng sat inside the car and waved towards Huangfu Yun. His lips were always the typical smile of a handsome Oriental man, but it was also abnormally elegant and reserved, just like his eternal single vehicle, the Phantom of the Rolls-Royce.

"You're too late!"

Huangfu Yun let out a low laugh, covering the sadness in his eyes. He threw away his stubbed out cigarette and calmly stepped into the car as the driver opened the door.

"Drive!"

Qiao Yifeng said and the car fell into silence again. The Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly slid into the traffic.

Looking through the rearview mirror, Qiao Yifeng saw Huangfu Yunyin. Not long after Huangfu Yunyin changed the Lu Corporation of Z Country into Huangfu Corporation, the Qiao Corporation was also assigned to the Huangfu Corporation. Huangfu Yunyin returned to Italy and hadn't returned for the past three years, while Qiao Yifeng naturally became the CEO of the Z Region of Huangfu Group.

Huangfu Yun raised his head. When his eyes met Qiao Yifeng's gaze, he actually smiled. "Qiao Yifeng, are you sizing me up?"

"Haha …"

Qiao Yifeng laughed heartily as he narrowed his eyes and said, "Let me see if our Mister Huangfu is really the same as those gossip rumors. It's a Mr. G!"

For the past few years, he had focused on everything within the Huangfu Group, dealing with most of his opponents who were mostly men, so the gossip reporter who was good at catching wind and catching up to shadows had unexpectedly revealed that he was actually a comrade!

"Don't implicate me!" Qiao Yifeng smiled as he chatted.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in you!" Huangfu Yun playfully replied.

After the joke was over, Huangfu Yun's eyes suddenly sunk. He said, "Nangong An and that stinky bug, what are they up to!"

"He said he only wants to negotiate with you!"

Qiao Yifeng shrugged his shoulders and chuckled! Ever since Nangong An had helped out three years ago, the relationship between the Nangong family and the Huangfu Group was no longer as tense as it was before.

"Don't think that you can put on such a airs just because you saved me once!" Huangfu Yun said in a cold voice. He had always been brooding over why Nangong An and Little Di hadn't come earlier to save him. If they had come earlier, Little Di wouldn't have died!

Qiao Yifeng's hair stood on end. He looked at Huangfu Yun. He could feel a dark and deep chilliness emanating from behind him. At that time, there was a fear that would make one reach the limit.

His eternal nemesis seemed to perfectly explain the relationship between Huangfu Yun and Nangong An. The two of them were fighting for an aura that would allow me to be above you, but neither of them would let the other go! Even though the Nangong family that was taking over the Qing Long Hall was preparing to work with Huangfu Corporation to develop a holiday holy land in Z Country, they couldn't make these two influential figures at the top of the two groups shake hands.

During this silence, Rolls-Royce quickly left. Then, the airport gates closed and closed. Passengers hurried in, and others dragged their luggage out. However, they would always pay extra attention to this girl who was walking out of the gates.

The girl had wavy hair and a pair of eyes that were as brown as autumn water. However, her frameless crystal glasses gave her a sense of wisdom that was as cold as ice and frost.

Her calm eyes, slightly pursed red lips, wavy hair that reached her waist, and Prada's black bodice, all combined together perfectly explained the little woman's calmness and calmness.

The woman's slender fingers pulled the suitcase as she confidently walked out of the airport's gate. A gust of cold wind blew her long hair, and she confidently lifted her sharp chin, smoothing her messy hair.

The woman leaned against the sign outside the airport entrance. She took out a cigarette from Prada's black bag and lit it up. Her red lips let out a puff of smoke, and her eyes squinted as if she was waiting for something.

She was waiting for her damned fiancé to come pick her up!

Everything in Z was foreign to her, but she had to come.

The woman leaned against the sign. She suddenly raised her head and looked at the deep blue sky of Z, her eyes unwavering behind her glasses.

She was the new owner of the Nangong family, Nangong An and his fiancee, Song Dai'er. She was also Nangong An and his most mysterious secretary. She was specifically helping this heartless man clean up the mess.

The engagement … when did it come about? She did not know, she only knew that the moment she woke up, the person she saw was Nangong An.

Nangong An was speechless. He had spent a month to let her know how to speak the first sentence.

He didn't even know how to crawl. Nangong An had used half a year's time to force her out of the wheelchair and force her to take the first step like a child learning how to walk.

Three years of memories were filled with that ghostly, crafty, frivolous, arrogant but incredibly tame Nangong An's figure.

But if she didn't have such a person like him, she would probably be an idiot who forgot how to walk.

As for emotions...

Is it love?

However, when she saw Nangong An and the socialite lady, the celebrity gossip, or these flowers and butterflies coming over to make a ruckus, she could unblinkingly block it for this damn man.

It was hard to tell if it was love or a kind of dependence. After all, she had forgotten all her emotions for almost twenty years.

On the other hand, while Nangong An was teaching her to speak and forcing her to walk, he did not impart his sentimentality to her.

What is love?

When Nangong An wanted to marry her, she could just wear her wedding dress.

However, at this moment, she was the only secretary that the Nangong family admired, the only person who could counter Nangong An and his elixirs.

"Miss Song, Mister Nangong ordered me to come pick you up!"

A Mercedes-Benz stopped in front of Song Dell. The driver in a suit and leather shoes rushed over. He lowered his head as if he didn't dare to look at the girl leaning against the signboard.

"What about him?"

Song Dell calmly walked over and sat in the car, her brown eyes calm.

"Mr. Song is waiting for you at the hotel!"

After the driver loaded Song Dell's luggage into the carriage, he slammed the door shut, stepped on the accelerator and left.

Song Dell leaned against the car seat. She tilted her head to look at the scenery outside the window. She blinked, and there seemed to be a little tiredness in her eyes. Who wouldn't be tired after twelve hours of flying.

At the traffic stop at the red-green intersection, a Mercedes-Benz and a Rolls-Royce were parked side by side.

Inside the black car, Song Dale was frowning. The noise from the car outside the window was so noisy that it caused the pain in her head to constantly swell.

Inside the Rolls-Royce, Huangfu Yun narrowed his eyes as he conversed with Qiao Yifeng.

Everything was so natural, without the slightest bit of pretence.

The green light flashed, and the black Mercedes-Benz took its first step forward. The weak winter sunlight could still make out a ray of light on the black body of the Mercedes-Benz.

The light fell right on Huangfu Yun's face. He turned his head slightly, and through the two layers of clear glass windows, he saw that seemingly very familiar side face.

The blood seemed to solidify, and Huangfu Yunyin stiffened.

"What's the matter with you?"

Qiao Yifeng seemed to have noticed Huangfu Yunyin's change.

Huangfu Yunyin only felt that there were two blobs of darkness in front of his eyes. He had just been blinded by the light, but after seeing the dazzling white light, he seemed to see Little Di's side profile.

Realizing that he had lost his composure, Huangfu Yun turned his head and calmly said, "Nothing!"

"Oh!"

Qiao Yifeng nodded and suppressed his confusion.

"Impossible!" Huangfu Yun secretly thought to himself as he turned his head. The Rolls Royce just happened to surpass that black Mercedes-Benz. Huangfu Yun looked at it with unwillingness, but was stunned.

The back seat of the car was empty. It had indeed been his imagination.

Little Di, I missed you so much! Huangfu Yun's heart suddenly hurt.

Two cars, parting ways at the crossroads.

Rolls-Royce headed to Huangfu Villa on the outskirts.

The black Mercedes-Benz headed straight for the Caesar Palace Hotel in the center of the city.

The driver of the Mercedes-Benz looked in the rearview mirror and saw the cold and arrogant woman lying on the seat. Her eyes were half closed and her face was slightly pale. He was shocked.

Song Dale's shoulder seemed to be trembling slightly. She gritted her teeth, and that damn headache suddenly struck again. Her medicine was in the trunk.

"Miss Song, I'll send you to the hospital!" The young driver was obviously scared silly by this scene.

"No, no! "Open my suitcase, there's medicine inside!" She was different from other women. Not only did she carry cosmetics with her, she also needed to carry the most powerful analgesics. It was because she needed to deal with the headaches that came crashing down on her at this very moment.

The driver looked at Song Dai'er, at a loss. He did not know why such a young and beautiful girl would suddenly turn into this.

"Faster!"

Song Dell suddenly shrieked hoarsely. She hated the pain, and felt utterly bedraggled. This extreme pain tortured her for three years. The first year, she was tortured to the point of suicide, and the second year, she received this pain, and was also used to living in a place with no one around. Now, in the third year, her doctor, Mr. Phillip, said that unless the operation was performed, the source of all evil would be removed from her brain. However, the success rate was only 30%. If it was her turn, she would die easily on the operating table.