Pretty CEO's Soldier Son-in-law

Yan Hong looked at Sun Laosan with a gaze like a venomous snake staring at its prey, but her voice was so soft that it made one's heart itch. If someone was listening outside, they would definitely think that she was flirting with a man: "I purposely let you see, but I don't dare to touch you. Although I'm a woman, but I also know that such proximity without being able to feel it is definitely torture."    

Yan Hong knew that this kind of torture was due to the fact that she was facing Gao Fei in the past. She wanted to talk to him, but she couldn't find an opportunity. She could only put on a straight face and pretend to be serious.    

Sun Laosan clenched his fists tightly and cursed in a low voice: "Smelly bastard, don't be too arrogant. There will be a day when I will make you regret everything!"    

"Whatever. To be honest, I also look forward to the day that will come soon. It's too bad that I can't see any hope for you anymore."    

Yan Hong yawned lazily as if Sun Laosan was invisible and started to take off her clothes.    

In the blink of an eye, there were only a few pieces of cloth left. Then, she comfortably laid down on the sofa with her white feet on the sofa. Her dyed black toenails shined with a bewitching light. Bring it here and cover it. I'm going to rest. "    

If Gao Fei was present, or if any other man saw Sister Hong's impudence, they would have already pounced on her without a word.    

However, Sun Laosan did not dare to do so. In his eyes, Sister Hong's ten most attractive toes were the ones that Yan Moji's poisonous snakes could drill into the mouth and then exit through the abdomen.    

Sun Laosan cursed and threw a blanket at Yan Hong.    

Yan Hong closed her eyes and said indifferently, "Help me cover it up."    

"F * ck you."    

Sun Laosan glared at him, but in the end, he walked over helplessly and picked up the blanket.    

The sound of Yan Hong's boots on the corridor gradually faded until she could no longer hear anything. Shen Yinbing then put down her wine cup and slowly walked to the door with her toes. She bent down and picked up the thing from the ground.    

This was an excellent plate, the kind that was commonly seen. It could be bought with just a few dozen yuan.    

Shen Yinbing turned the plate over and over again. After a while, she returned to her bedroom and took the laptop from the window.    

There was only one video file in the Eureka, so Shen Yinbing chose to play it on the storm player.    

On the screen of the player, a blurry image appeared.    

The video she was looking at now was the one Liu Xiaoloong saw on the surveillance video, the one of Gao Fei blocking the handlebars for King of Loulan in a military research institute in Russia.    

Like Liu Xiaoloong, Shen Yinbing didn't see Gao Fei's face clearly on the screen, but she knew that it was him.    

When the white light suddenly flashed behind Gao Fei and the video screen froze, Shen Yinbing's tears flowed down onto the notebook.    

She had never been there before, but she knew that Gao Fei would not be able to escape this calamity no matter what.    

Gao Fei was really dead.    

The teary bead that had been cut off cracked on the notebook, making a soft sound that was surprisingly pleasant to the ear. Accompanied by her whimpering mumbles, she asked, "How did you die? Why are you really dead? What's the point of me living now that you're dead? I haven't even made you kneel in front of me and admit your wrongs, how could you be willing to die? "    

The intermittent sobbing sounds echoed in the bedroom, and the air was filled with sadness.    

After crying for an unknown amount of time, Shen Yinbing slowly put the notebook aside and got off the floor. She walked to the French window, lifted the curtain and opened a shop.    

Whoosh!    

The cold wind of the waning winter immediately blew in, blowing up her long black hair and the white silk dress. It also dried the tears on her face, but it couldn't blow away the empty despair in her eyes.    

When Yan Hong told her that Gao Fei died in Russian Britain, Shen Yinbing did not believe it.    

Like Liu Xiaoloong, Shen Yinbing, who had personally witnessed how powerful Gao Fei was, would not believe that guy would die so easily. Don't forget Mengal on the prairie, he could even survive a earthquake of that magnitude several hundred meters underground.    

However, after watching this video and hearing nothing from him for another month, Shen Yinbing finally believed that he had died. The man who had appeared out of the blue and lived a happy life with her had finally died.    

Some people live because of love, love of family, love of friends, love of every beautiful today, and the future.    

Some people lived because they hated and hated the person they cared about the most. Some people lived because they hated the person they cared about the most.    

When the person who loves has no love, just like the person who hates doesn't know who to hate, the originally colorful life, all of a sudden became boring, in a sad moment gave birth to the intention to die, it is a very normal reaction.    

The night wind was as sharp as a knife, slicing Shen Yinbing's face, but she couldn't feel it. She could only look outside, dazed.    

Outside, countless buildings were lit up, showing off to the public that tomorrow would be even better.    

Shen Yinbing looked at the lights on the nearest building. Gao Fei's appearance gradually appeared in front of her eyes.    

That person continued to smile lazily, a pair of sparkling thief eyes filled with disdain towards beauties. This was the first time the two of them had crossed paths.    

On that sunny summer day, she shouldn't have stepped off the bridge, much less tripped over a leg.    

If not for that, Shen Yinbing's life would have been a whole different story. She might have been in pain and grief, but she wouldn't have lost all her love and hatred just because of that man's death. She only wanted to leap …    

Shen Yinbing leaped up like a diver, her hands clasped in front of her, and her long, healthy legs kicked out of the window.    

The wind outside was very cold and the night was beautiful. There weren't many cars on the road below, only the streetlights on both sides of the road were like a galaxy, winding into the distant horizon without an end.    

On a winter's night, the streets were quiet. The street lamps on both sides of the street emitted a gentle glow, like a wide galaxy that meandered into the distant horizon, with no end in sight.    

Bai Ci wanted to see the end of the light and imagine a person standing there.    

A man.    

It was the man who had brought her out of the grave and made her live, who had begun to realize how wonderful the world was outside, and some of it was so haunting.    

It was the taste of love, all kinds of love, both physical and emotional, that made her understand the days of love, the sky was blue, who was green, living was beautiful.    

Since then, Bai Ci had always thought her world was wonderful. Even when she had no teeth, she could still sit on the windowsill with her cane, looking at the door that would open at any time.    

She even began to daydream about having a child and had Gao Fei give her a child.    

A woman with a child is the perfect life, isn't it?    

With so many fantasies, Bai Ci would be full of energy every day when she opened her eyes. Her hands would move around her body as if they were enchanted. She would blush if she imagined Gao Fei touching her.    

Women who knew how to enjoy excitement would always keep their skin as delicate as possible, just like Bai Ci.    

People were like their names, forever.    

In this period of time, no matter how unfavorable things were, Bai Ci could always maintain the best state of mind, and it affected the entire Imperial Society, causing everyone to be filled with high spirits and vigor.    

However, all of this exploded with a bang like a popped balloon: Gao Fei was dead.    

The information was personally sent by the highest Superior of the Russian Britain, who was the highest Superior of a super-Power.    

In the novel, there are many portrayals of lovesick men and women who will die after their partner dies.    

Bai Ci, who had once again regained her life, was just a standard infatuated woman. But she would not be martyred by love, she just died again, the same as before. After confirming the news, she no longer stepped into the bedroom she was staying in during this period of time, and once again returned to the seventeenth floor of Imperial Society.    

In the eyes of outsiders, there was no seventeenth floor of Imperial Society.    

In the largest room, there was a coffin. Next to the coffin was a few luxury cars, dressed in gorgeous white paper, sitting in the carriage with strange black eyes, staring at Bai Ci who was passing by the coffin.    

Bai Ci walked to the window and opened it for the cold wind to blow in. Her white robe, long black hair, and Bai Ci's skin immediately had a layer of pink pimples on them.    

Many people stood in front of the window looking at the endless street lamps, usually thinking back to the past, some happy, some sad.    

Bai Ci didn't recall. She was just looking outside. Just like how her husband did many nights after he died, she didn't think about anything. There was no life in her beautiful eyes, nor was there any intention to die.    

Woo!    

It was unknown who was the naughty kid. He was even driving a sports car in the middle of the night. Bright lights shot across the road under the club like shooting stars. Bai Ci could actually hear the young people's huff and puff.    

Bai Ci smiled, the kind of simple smile that doesn't think of anything. She then closed the window and turned around.    

It was already the wee hours of the morning. It was time to go to the coffin and die.    

Bai Ci turned around, but her right foot that she had just lifted up suddenly fell back down. Her whole body shuddered as if she had been struck by lightning. The violent thumping of her heart seemed to echo far away, and the pupils of her pupils in the darkness suddenly contracted!    

Under the dim light, Bai Ci noticed a black shadow standing in front of the coffin.    

Ghost!    

This was Bai Ci's first reaction when she saw the black figure that had suddenly appeared in the room.    

Thinking about it, a huge coffin and several paper men sitting in a luxurious car in an empty room were the most suitable moments for ghost movies to appear, so how could there be no ghost?    

The shadow remained motionless, as if it had been there for thousands of years and would be there again for thousands of years.    

Bai Ci's heartbeat returned to normal as a charming smile appeared on her face. She held the hem of her robe with both hands and walked over slowly.    

She was already a creature that only had a breath longer than a dead person, how could she care about ghosts?    

If only it was Gao Fei.