C3 A married woman.

"Xiaohan, if I say I regret it, can you give me another chance?"

In his 32 years of life, that was the first and only time he begged for mercy and gave in to someone.

Who was he?

Zhou Yanchen.

His name represented supreme authority in Ann City.

He never had to deliberately curry favor with anyone.

With just a look, someone would try their best to give him what he wanted and beg him to accept it.

Only she was someone he could not ask for.

It was him who pushed her away with his own hands.

The black Bentley stopped in front of the Zhou Family villa. The window was open, and an arm was hanging down from the inside. There was a half-burnt cigarette between his slender fingers.

Looking at the place where the ashes had fallen, there were at least a dozen cigarette butts lying on the ground.

In front of the window of the villa, someone was standing by the window.

That woman was wearing a sapphire blue qipao. Her long hair was tied up in a bun behind her head.

Her arms were crossed and her eyes were slightly narrowed as she stared at the car in front of the door.

Aunt Gui softly said, "Madam, do you want to call Sir in? He has been outside for quite a while. "

The woman turned her head and smiled charmingly. "When he wants to come in, he will naturally come in. You accompany me to the kitchen to see if the soup I stewed for Xiaohan is ready. "

"Yes, Madam. "

The box of cigarettes was finished just like that. Zhou Yanchen threw the empty box of cigarettes to the backseat of the car with a cold expression. He pointed his finger at the car door.

When the door opened, the first thing to land on the floor was a pair of shoes that were made from hand-made shoes. Next, it was a pair of long and straight legs wrapped under the black pants.

The man bent down and got out of the car. He closed the door casually and strode towards the villa.

"Sir, you're back. "

Dong welcomed Zhou Yanchen at the door. He took the suit that Zhou Yanchen was wearing.

Zhou Yanchen answered him. The next second, a beautiful and melodious female voice jumped into his ear.

"Yanxi, you are still as beautiful as before. " Jiang Xiaohan smiled, her tone and expression were so sincere.

As Zhou Yanxi covered her mouth and laughed lightly, she heard a low and mocking male voice.

"You are already a 50-year-old woman, yet you are not ashamed. "

"Zhou Yanchen!"

Zhou Yanxi exclaimed in a low voice. She frowned and glared at the person who came.

After Jiang Xiaohan heard Zhou Yanchen's voice, her body stiffened for a moment. Then, she slowly turned her head and looked towards the door.

He had short and delicate hair, and his features were delicate and pretty.

He had long and narrow eyes, a straight nose bridge, and thin pink lips.

His exquisitely carved face looked gentle and beautiful.

His face looked fierce and beautiful.

He wore a white shirt and black pants.

The shirt was the simplest style.

However, it was undeniable that no other person could make the white shirt look so good.

The person who came was the master of Zhou Family, the president of Zhou's Group. The man who had been entangled with her for more than ten years, Zhou Yanchen.

Zhou Yanchen stood in front of Jiang Xiaohan, his eyes were lowered, and he said with an expressionless face, "Long time no see. "

Jiang Xiaohan nodded and smiled, "Long time no see. "

Then, she frowned slightly. "Did you smoke a lot?"

She remembered that his lungs were not good. The doctor had ordered him to quit smoking in the first few years.

It was rare for Zhou Yanchen to also have an awkward moment. He pursed his lips and wordlessly turned around to go upstairs.

He was angry?

Jiang Xiaohan lowered her eyes and felt helpless.

Zhou Yanxi's eyes moved and she got up to walk over.

She put her arm around Jiang Xiaohan's shoulder and said with a smile, "Don't bother with him. His temper can't be changed no matter how many years it has been. "

When a pretty girl with an extraordinary temperament said such words, it made Jiang Xiaohan laugh in a low voice.

Jiang Xiaohan smiled and Zhou Yanxi patted her shoulder, "I will go and see him. You sit for a while. I reckon that Zhourann will be back soon. "

"Okay. "

Zhou Yanxi went to the first room on the right side of the second floor. She did not knock and walked in slowly.

The sound of flowing water came from the bathroom. It seemed to be stained with the embarrassment just now.

She smiled and sat on the bed leisurely waiting for people to come out.

Not long after, the bathroom door opened.

Zhou Yanchen was wearing a white towel around his lower body. He was wiping his hair as he walked out.

He looked up and saw the person sitting on the bed. His eyes tightened, and he shouted in a low voice, "Who let you in?"

Zhou Yanxi was not afraid as her gaze circled around his eight-pack abs.

Zhou Yanchen was embarrassed and annoyed by her look. He used a towel to cover his chest. "You're a pervert!"

Zhou Yanxi stared at him unhappily. "You are rude!"

"You broke into someone else's room without knocking, and you even stared at a man who was not wearing clothes. Who was the one who was rude?"

"Your words are still so vicious. " Zhou Yanxi smiled softly and stood up.

She walked in front of him and reached out to grab his ear.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Yanchen growled and grabbed her wrist with two fingers.

Zhou Yanxi snorted and let him go. "I'm just warning you not to look at married women. "

A married woman.

Her words were like a nail firmly nailed into Zhou Yanchen's heart.

He laughed at himself. He threw the towel in his hand onto the ground, stepped on it, and walked towards the closet. "I don't need you to remind me. I know what I'm doing!"

She was already married. She was no longer someone he could obtain.

Looking at his stubborn and straight back, Zhou Yanxi was a little absent-minded.

Biting her lips, she suddenly regretted her actions just now.

Why did she need to sprinkle salt on the wound on his heart?

In the few years Xiaohan had been married, he had been very unhappy.

"I'm going out first. Quickly get dressed and come down. " Not daring to look at him anymore, Zhou Yanxi quickly left after saying that.

The door closed and the room was silent.

Zhou Yanchen's face revealed a faint bitter expression.

He violently pulled the white shirt in his hand out, and squeezed it in his palm.