Because they reminded her that the childhood friendship had long been worn away. Since he returned to his mother, brainwashed by that powerful woman's hatred, he hated her more and more every year.

The person standing in front of her now is no longer the Junhao brother who was hiding in the tree hole and wiping her wounds with a handkerchief. Of course, not to mention crossing the mountains and ridges with scars to catch butterflies for her.

"We must get married in the church today and then fly to China!" he ordered coldly and expressionlessly.

He had witnessed the grand proposal scene just now and did not want to delay for a moment. He had to complete his mission.

Xia Pan'er nodded, raised her hand and hailed a taxi: "I just want to pack my luggage!"

The two of them sat in the taxi, silent and silent.

When he came to her residence, Hao Hanmo's villa, he sat on the sofa. He was not interested in the place where the woman who was about to become his wife had lived for six years. He kept his eyes fixed and urged impatiently: "Hurry up.

Don’t delay!”

"Well, I'll go to the bathroom and wash my face. I'll be fine soon." She tremblingly picked up the handkerchief and makeup box beside her. Even so, she didn't want him to see her haggard and lonely.

She wanted to show her most beautiful side in front of him, hoping to be beautiful and elegant in his eyes, like a princess in a fairy tale, even though she did not have peerless beauty and elegance.

"I think this is good." He pressed her hand coldly with his thick and strong hand. Although there was a chill, a heart-stopping electric current still ran through her delicate body.

This hand brought her so many warm and beautiful memories fourteen years ago!

"Anyway, our marriage is ridiculous. Revenge is the real purpose. It doesn't matter whether your face is clean or not." His voice sounded like it was coming from underground.
Chapter completed!