Capture the Cold-Blooded CEO

At the wedding, Qing Mozi wore a white gauze and stood in front of the priest holding the groom's arm. "Bride, are you willing to marry the groom and stay with him no matter life, old age, sickness or death, rich or poor, high or low?" Qing Mozi obviously felt that the people around her suddenly became quiet. Looking at her expectantly, she looked at her childhood sweetheart and groom who was gazing at her lovingly at the moment, and she gathered her strength and said, "Min Lie, I'm sorry, I think I still can't marry you." After that, he threw away his headdress, picked up his skirt and ran out of the church. "Master An, the old lady sent me to pick up the plane. Please be sure to go see her." "Where's my car?" An Shaojie ignored the butler's words and asked the attendant on the side. "Go back to the president, the car is ready and it's just outside." An Shaojie took the key from the entourage, bypassed the housekeeper, and left the airport lobby. The housekeeper wanted to chase An Shaojie back but was stopped by An Shaojie's entourage, "Hello, the president has ordered that he will go back by himself." After saying that, he left alone, leaving the housekeeper at a loss. A black Ferrari was speeding on the road, and a white figure ran tiredly. "His,,,,,," the harsh brake sound sounded. An Shaojie slowly raised his head from the steering wheel and looked at the white-faced woman in front of his car who was wearing a wedding dress and was slowly falling...