The handsome man's brows raised slightly, but he didn't take a second look. Instead, he opened the car door and prepared to leave. But at this moment, before he could lift one of his feet, a figure knelt on the ground.
, grabbed his foot with both hands.
The handsome man was stunned, and his blue eyes met hers.
Two pairs of eyes.
Her blue eyes were as beautiful as gems, meeting her stubborn and stubborn eyes.
Black and white, but very gloomy, with an oriental face, a small face as big as a palm, with sweat on his forehead, and broken hair stuck to both sides of his cheeks. Just one glance, and the handsome man was slightly startled.
Chi Yiyi said something.
"I want to live!"
I want to live.
At this moment, time seemed to have stopped.
I want to live.
Even after many years, he still couldn't forget how firm that look was.
It contains so many emotions that it touches people deeply.
It is said that one's eyes can reveal one's heart.
There are hundreds of complex emotions projected in her eyes.
But it is so beautiful, so beautiful that it looks like a glass product.
Afraid of breaking.
Too beautiful.
It seems like it will break in the next second.
What she said was not please save me, but I want to live.
...
There are three hundred and sixty-five days in a year.
Time flies, like quicksand on the fingertips, passing by easily.
Several luxury cars were parked in the sky.
The car door was opened, and the elegant woman slowly walked out of the car.
She is clearly in her forties, but she looks like she is in her early thirties, and everything she does has the charm, nobility and elegance of her age.
"Madam, please--"
In one year, Uncle Fu seemed to have aged four or five years.
Even the straight back is a little curved.
The lady he talked about walked through the door of ‘heaven’.
But what hit him immediately was the smell of alcohol.
She frowned slightly, retracted her delicate hand on Uncle Fu's hand, and frowned tightly, "Where is the person?"
"The young master is on the second floor!"
"Tell him to get down here!"
"Madam, Master, he——"
"You can't scream, can you? I'll scream!!!" She took off the lace gloves on her hands, walked upstairs quickly on high heels, and knocked on the door.
There was no response.
The woman's beautiful eyebrows furrowed even deeper. She only glanced downstairs, and immediately two men dressed in black came up.
"Break down the door on me!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
Uncle Fu watched as the two men smashed the door down.
Mrs. Ji Yue walked in and saw the man lying on the bed.
But it was accompanied by a stronger smell of alcohol.
It's almost breathless.
Her feet touched the wine bottles, and she saw that there were wine bottles everywhere on the ground. These wine bottles were piled together to almost form a hill.
"When on earth did you want to do this!!!"
There was no movement from the person on the bed.
"Yan Jintian!!!"
She called his son by his first name, but there was still no reaction at all.
"Put him up!!!"
Immediately, two men dressed in black picked up Yan Jintian, but he didn't react at all and was extremely drunk.
Mrs. Ji Yue's face had darkened so much that she could no longer calm down, and her body even started to tremble a little, "Water, bring cold water!!!"
A basin of cold water was poured on it, and everything was soaked from head to toe.
"What do you look like?!"
"Are you the young master of my Yan family? You are worse than a beggar on the street!!!" Mrs. Ji Yue's sharp voice echoed in the 'heaven'.