Chapter 2

The battle engine owl tied his tie and said in a deep voice, "you're ready. You don't have breakfast. You'll go directly to the hospital later."

With that, he couldn't help looking at her.

She sat on the bed with her back straight and upright. Her thick bangs made her look very rustic, but now her hair is slightly curled, revealing her full forehead and impression, which makes her feel bright in front of her eyes.

Zhan Qingxiao chose her as the contract bride because she was timid, honest and honest, with a trace of entanglement and retreat in her eyes. Unlike other women who came to apply for the job, her eyes were full of greed and eagerness to try. She thought that as long as she was elected, she would become a Phoenix.

But to be fair, at least a second ago, he felt that this woman was a dreary.

"Is there anything on my face?"

The Secretary touched her cheek and asked strangely.

The battle engine owl takes back his sight, ignores her and goes straight down the stairs.

Seeing the man's indifferent figure, Si yie seems to smell the air of freedom.

Before her previous life in prison, Zhan Qingxiao looked at her very closely. That man was arrogant and arrogant. Every time he looked at her with sharp eyes, she felt like she was on pins and needles.

So indifferent to her and indifferent attitude of the war engine owl, really lovely!

The girl in the mirror is just 20 years old. Her skin is as bright and white as a shelled egg, and there is no ferocious scar. Her eyes are dark and bright, and there is no tired blood. Her lips are red and teeth are white, and she can't look directly at her because she is addicted to smoking. The most important thing is that her back waist, once empty, is now light and full.

After washing, she took a deep look at the young man and turned to go downstairs.

This is a castle style villa surrounded by lakes and mountains. In addition to the baroque style castle, there are golf courses, horse range, shooting range and so on.

At the beginning, she was imprisoned here for five years. Every brick, every plant and every tile here has long been remembered.

"The bus is ready, sir."

Housekeeper Hu Xi came forward.

"Well, I see." I don't like Zhan Jia's servants and Si e very much.

In the last life, none of these people looked up to her.

Especially the housekeeper Hu, she still remembers that after she was arrested, she cried and begged Hu Xi to let her go, but Hu Xi said with a sneer, "Miss Si, I call you miss Si because you have the seed of Xiaoye in your stomach."

That high eyes, just like looking at an ant, laugh at her over capacity.

Hu Xi was dazzled by Si's indifferent attitude. He lived a long life. Naturally, he saw that the new "Mrs. Zhan" didn't like to see him, and her old face could not help lengthening:

a woman who can't stand on the stage will be kicked away by the Lord and dare to put on the airs of hostess in front of him if she works for seven days at most?

However, the adopted daughter of a small family did not show any diffidence when she came to a place as luxurious as a palace? You look like you're in your back garden?

Hu Xi was puzzled.

The carriage is very wide. After getting on the bus, Si yie sits very well, far away from Zhan Qingxiao. At least he can't reach her by stretching his arm.

They were silent all the way, but when they were about to arrive at the hospital, the battle engine owl, who had been holding a tablet office, suddenly leaned towards her.

The man's strong sense of oppression immediately enveloped her. As soon as her wrist was tightened, she felt a big hand like a pincer burning on her skin and firmly clasping her wrist.

"War Mr. Zhan The terrible memory of the previous life came, and Si yie looked up in panic, and the dying despair flashed in her eyes.

The battle engine owl's face sank, and he felt that the woman in his hand was shaking like a small prey being watched by a jackal.

How terrible is he?

"Don't get me wrong."

Holding her bright wrist, he took out an emerald bracelet from his pocket, put it on her hand, and said in a deep voice, "this is a legacy left by my grandmother for my future wife. You are wearing it these days."