Hunting for the Cold-Hearted Young Master

The elegant and indifferent An Yuhong reunited with Xiao He, whom he had known since childhood. His cold and heartless heart fell into this beautiful and intelligent woman. However, after all, this was a fateful encounter. Or is it a well-planned trap? Work hard at every step, count all the mechanisms, As long as you deceive his trust, you can achieve your ultimate goal. However, if the price must be unforgettable love, How should the pace of revenge continue? He and she fell in love at first sight, but at the second sight they became enemies who destroyed their families and families. He and she can sacrifice their lives for each other, but they can't trust each other again. Fragment one: "You're back!" She raised her head from the table, a hint of surprise lighting up her sleepy eyes. "Didn't you say don't wait for me?" He touched the top of her hair, his tone full of unconscious endearment. She didn't answer, just rubbed her eyes and smiled, innocent and beautiful, "Wait a minute, the soup is still hot." He followed into the kitchen and caught a glimpse of the red mark on her wrist, and frowned: "What happened to the hand?" She paused for a moment without turning around, and then said briskly: "Ah, that! I accidentally burned myself when I was making soup..." "This is not a burn!" His tone was no longer calm. He stepped forward and pulled her back, "It's him! Isn't it? Tell the truth!" She lowered her head, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke very softly, her soft tone full of tolerance and comfort: "I'm fine, you... Don't be angry." He hugged her fiercely, took a deep breath, and then barely suppressed his anger: "I'm sorry! I will handle it, trust me!" She hugged each other quietly, buried her head in his arms, and slowly raised a cold smile from an angle that he couldn't see. Fragment two: The gorgeous evening dress was stained red with blood, and her face was pale under the exquisite makeup. It's strange that at this time, she should be panicking, or showing some guilt and pain, but what An Yuhong met was her eyes that were so calm that there was no trace of emotion. The two of them were only separated by a room, but they seemed to be tens of millions of light years apart. There was no tenderness and tenderness in each other's eyes. At this moment, they were more like strangers meeting for the first time. "You killed him." His tone was not doubtful but affirmative. He wanted to doubt but could only affirm. "Yes." She glanced at the pool of blood on the ground and spoke calmly. "Why?!" He growled like a wounded beast. She took a step back and leaned against the window sill several stories high. Her long hair was blown wildly by the night wind. "He owes me, it's as simple as that." A smile appeared on his lips, which seemed like pleasure, ridicule, pity, and relief. The body leaned back, falling suddenly like a lifeless rag doll. "No!!!" He roared. I rushed over, but only the dark night and the sound of hunting wind were left outside the window, drowning out the words that were too late to ask: "Fu Jinghe! What do I owe you again?!" … P: This article can be regarded as a sequel or a fic, but it is another story with a completely different style from that article. Please feel free to YY~ The brother and sister series of this article, "Pampering Marriage, Affection with the Sultry Wife" (BY Ye Ningshang) is also grandly launched, and everyone is welcome to jump in~