The next day, Su Xiyue put on exquisite makeup and looked at herself in the mirror who had not put on makeup for a long time and put on a mask again.
Su Xiyue suddenly thought that she seemed to have always been this hypocritical in front of Zeng Haoran.
He worshiped her as a goddess
Then, when parting, continue this image
In Zeng Haoran's eyes, she was perfect
When Su Xiyue went out, the driver assigned to her by the Han School immediately came up to her and took her to her destination.
Although it seemed that there were only two of her and Su Xiyue, Su Xiyue knew that there should be many security personnel arranged by Hanliu in the dark.
However, Su Xiyue is too lazy to worry about these things.
Su Xiyue walked into the coffee shop and saw Zeng Haoran sitting inside already, and had already ordered twice as many cappuccinos. She smiled apologetically at Zeng Haoran, "I'm sorry, I'm a little late."
"Xiyue, who is that man?" Zeng Haoran went straight to the point and seemed to have no patience to go around the bush with Su Xiyue.
Don’t hold this question in Zeng Haoran’s mind for too long.
The first time he saw Hanliu, Zeng Haoran felt that he looked very familiar. After thinking for a long time, Zeng Haoran remembered that he had seen an introduction about this man in a column of a top world financial magazine.
The CEO of HL, who led HL into the top 50 in the world before he was thirty years old, was ruthless and fierce. However, how could Su Xiyue, an orphan, know this man?
Moreover, this man came to steal the marriage. It seems that the relationship is not shallow.
As soon as he arrived in City C, a woman named Yan Suxin came to him and said some incomprehensible words to him. It wasn't that he didn't believe it, but he just didn't dare to believe that Su Xiyue could be the kind of person Yan Suxin said.
"He is, my brother." Su Xiyue lowered her eyes, picked up the spoon from the tray, and stirred the coffee in the cup. She was not good at lying.
"You lied!" Zeng Haoran stood up, his index finger almost touching the tip of Su Xiyue's nose.
Everyone around them looked sideways at their table. Such a graceless man was extremely rare.
Su Xiyue stepped back a little, her expression a bit colder, but more helpless, "Haoran, don't get excited. We are really not suitable for these years. We still feel so dull. If something is wrong, it is wrong. There is no way to reverse it.
Let you wait until today, I can only say, I'm sorry, let's find a time to divorce."
Su Xiyue finished speaking in one breath, picked up the coffee and took a sip. Taking advantage of Zeng Haoran's daze, she ran away.
After walking a few steps out of the coffee shop, Su Xiyue remembered that she hadn't paid yet, so she went back and paid for their table. This was the last time they met. She didn't want to owe Zeng Haoran anymore.
As soon as Su Xiyue put her wallet into her handbag, she saw Zeng Haoran walking towards the cashier.
Before Su Xiyue could turn around, Zeng Haoran grabbed her arm. Because in his anger, Zeng Haoran's strength was particularly strong, which caused a sharp pain in Su Xiyue's arm.
Su Xiyue thought her arm would be pulled out of joint like this
"Take this." Zeng Haoran couldn't help but stuff a small red notebook into Su Xiyue's hand, "No matter what you say, even if I don't agree with you, you can only be my wife. Remember."
Zeng Haoran's eyes looked as if he wanted to eat Su Xiyue alive, which made Su Xiyue filled with fear.