Guan Qiyou frowned, and his originally cold face became even more gloomy. His patience had reached its limit. The procrastinating woman in front of him disgusted him, "What's wrong? Didn't you understand what I said?"
"Uh - no, no, Mr. Guan, I... I just want to stay with you." The woman stretched out her hand to hold Guan Qiyou as if grasping a glimmer of hope.
The man in front of him is hard to distinguish, cold and elusive, but he is Guan Qiyou, the future successor of the Kwan Group, the youngest and richest man in Hong Kong. How many women want to get close to him, but they all have no chance.
Today, she was really lucky to have the opportunity to climb into his bed, so how could she be willing to let the opportunity slip away from her eyes?
Guan Qiyou threw him away, and a cold voice came out from between his lips and teeth, "A bitch is a bitch. It's not enough just to take the money, but you still cry and beg me to have sex with you? You are so bitchy!"
"Young Master Guan..."
"Go away, take the money and disappear from my eyes immediately. Don't let me say it again." Guan Qiyou pointed at the door, his growling voice was like a roaring beast, making people shiver.
The woman was so frightened that she didn't dare to say a word. She put on her clothes tremblingly, took the check, and ran out in panic.
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On the streets of Hong Kong in the early morning, there are few people and few cars.
On Nathan Road, a silver Bugatti Veyron sped past like the wind.
The man in the driver's seat was wearing sunglasses, his broken hair on his forehead was slightly messy in the morning breeze, and his knife-like face was cold and calm. At this moment, he looked even colder and more handsome.
He put one hand on the car door and held the steering wheel casually with the other. Through the brown glass lenses, his deep eyes were even more bottomless.
When the car stopped at the door of Guan's villa, Guan Qiyou leaned on the back of the seat and turned to look at a window upstairs. Last night was his father Guan Zhiyao's wedding night, but for him, it was the most important one.
A difficult, most painful night.
Thinking of that woman being naked and tenderly embracing her father, Guan Qiyou held the steering wheel tightly, exposing the veins in his big hands.
With three dull bangs of 'bang bang bang', Guan Qiyou slammed the steering wheel. Why, why did this woman torture him so much? Faced with such a lively temptation last night, as soon as he closed his eyes, he suddenly saw something in front of him.
It was all her face. He didn't do anything, just because that person was not her.
But, what was she doing at that time? Was he really inferior to his father in her heart? Damn woman, he wanted to grab her by the neck and ask why she changed her mind in just one night.
Cheated, betrayed him? What on earth did she think he was, Guan Qiyou?
There is some kind of danger hidden in the cold and deep eyes. With a curl of his thin lips, he Guan Qiyou will never let her live comfortably. He will let her know what the consequences of betraying him will be. If she hurts him, he will
I will give it back to her ten times and a hundred times from now on.
Pushing the car door open, Guan Qiyou bent slightly, stepped out with his straight legs, closed the car door with his backhand, and walked straight into the villa.
"Master, you are back." A woman about forty years old respectfully greeted Guan at the door and prayed for you.
"Yes." Guan Qiyou responded casually, without stopping for a moment, "Sister-in-law Chen, where is my father?"
"Master, the master and... the new lady are having breakfast."