Rebirth of a giant: President Bingshan's favorite school flower

She was disheartened, and in Yan Teng's eyes, she looked like she was in chaos and abandoned.

She just had a sweet dinner with another man, and now she can't wait to leave him, is it because she wants to climb into that man's bed?

Thinking of this, Yan Teng's anger, which he had suppressed all night, exploded in an instant.

He is like a sleeping lion, waking up at this moment.

His strong hands, like sharp claws, firmly grabbed Su Xiaomo's slender neck.

Su Xiaomo felt her throat constrict instantly, and she could only breathe with all her strength to get some fresh air.

She wanted to struggle desperately, but found that her little strength was simply too weak in front of Yan Teng.

"Even if the things I don't want, even if they are destroyed, I won't give them to others." His flirtatious lips, in front of Su Xiaomo whose mind is already confused, can only be seen one and one closed, but every word is heard in his ears It's true.

Yan Teng's red eyes were covered with blood, like a soldier's eyes were red on the battlefield.

And his every word was more like a sharp sword, piercing into Su Xiaomo's chest fiercely.

She even forgot to breathe. At this moment, what could hurt more than what he said.

It turns out that in his eyes, she has always been something he used up and discarded, and in his heart, she may even be inferior to one of his cooperation projects.

At least in business, he can still get rewards and profits.

However, not only can she not get any benefits from her, she can't even do the most basic thing for a woman to please him sometimes.

Su Xiaomo closed her eyes in despair, if it wasn't for an accidental rebirth, then would she not exist in this world anymore.

Some people are alive, he is dead; some people are dead, but he is still alive.

At this moment, Su Xiaomo seemed to understand the meaning of this sentence. She was like the living person, but deep in her soul, she seemed to be dead.

However, if she didn't have a belief supporting her, and there was always a person she couldn't let go of in her heart, maybe she would choose to give up this world, this world full of temptations and hypocrisy.

A crystal teardrop from the corner of her eye, like a beautiful pearl, slid down her face.

Finally, it landed on Yan Teng's scalding back of his hand. The cold drop, like a basin of cold water, splashed on his body, finally made him sober.

Only then did he realize what he was doing, and Su Xiaomo in front of him closed her eyes tightly, her face was pale, her lips were purple, as if she had died quietly.

Yan Teng's hands trembled in fright, and he let go of Su Xiaomo's neck in a panic.

On her snow-white neck, the crimson marks were shocking, even Yan Teng himself was annoyed by his impulsive behavior.

Almost, just a little bit, he killed his beloved woman with his own hands, just like when he accidentally killed his mother for a toy.

He looked at his hands, which were not only stained with his mother's blood, but also almost stained with Su Xiaomo's blood.

Yan Teng sat on the bed decadently, like a doll that lost its soul.

The noble prince lost his soul, and even his handsome and sculptural features lost their previous majesty, leaving only an empty skin.

"Let's go." Yan Teng's weak voice came from the quiet room, as if it came from the abyss, weak as if he was only breathing his last breath.

Su Xiaomo's neck loosened, just as she was breathing normally, fresh air rushed in like a clear spring, entered her mouth from her lips, then her throat, and finally reached each of her lungs.

She seemed to be reborn, but she didn't have the joy of rebirth. She was liberated from Yan Teng, but she didn't get the joy of freedom.

She got up from the bed, and what she saw was Yan Teng's face as pale as white paper, his purple-blue pupils, under the weak light, it seemed that he had lost his soul, without the usual brilliance.

Su Xiaomo didn't know why, looking at Yan Teng's face like this, his pale handsome face, in her heart, it seemed that there were a thousand knives stuck in her heart.

He is a lofty king, he is Yan Teng who is arrogant and never takes anyone seriously, how could he be like this now.

If it wasn't for her, maybe his life would go on as usual, although he was strictly speaking, living in other people's myths.

But, at least in that way, he is a dictator in control of a large enterprise, and this is the life he should have.

Maybe she was wrong in the first place, she shouldn't have broken into his life, let alone get his attention, and signed that damn contract with him.

Then, he won't become the decadent look he is now.

Then, she won't be hurt again and again, and when she sees his disappointed expression, her heart will still ache.

Su Xiaomo looked at him cautiously, maybe she should stay away from his life, maybe she should walk out of this door, and then they really became strangers.

She silently climbed out of the bed, staring at the front with empty eyes, and every time she took a heavy step, she had to use all the strength in her body.

Until she was almost at the door, her eyes inadvertently saw the soft cake and champagne roses in the corner.

On the crystal clear round table, it was neatly arranged, with two exquisite goblets placed at both ends, and a bottle of coquettish champagne in the middle.

There is also a cake that looks small but looks like a well-carved cake, with candles stuck on it.

If you count carefully, you will find that there are exactly nineteen, no more, no less, and it happens to be her 19th birthday.

On the top of the beautiful cake, there are four big characters crookedly written, happy birthday.

That bouquet of delicate roses had already withered away in the baptism of night and the influence of alcohol.

If she still can't see what this means, then she is really hopelessly stupid.

It turned out that he knew that today was her birthday. It turned out that he had already prepared for it, and even made a birthday cake for her, ready to surprise her.

She always thought that since her family's misfortune, her father's betrayal and her mother's exile, she had become an outcast in the world.

No one cares about the fate of an abandoned child, no one cares whether she is really happy.

Not to mention that she is just a 19-year-old girl, and she also hopes to commemorate her best years like ordinary girls of the same age.

And Yan Teng, that man who was as cold as ice, that indomitable man who moved the hearts of thousands of women and was a role model for countless men, unexpectedly knew about her birthday.

What's more, it was carefully prepared for her birthday.