Villain of Destiny: Start from crushing the protagonist

Shen Qingyan knew that Song Qingyue had a gun on her body, but she didn't expect that she would really dare to shoot and kill someone.

Looking at the blood splattered everywhere, from Song Qingyue's pretty face and blouse, bright blood plum blossoms bloomed.

Shen Qingyan was stunned for a long time, and then said with a dry voice: "There are a few sets of dresses that were given to you before that were returned."

"The size should be suitable. You can change it and we will talk again."

The urban god of war is almost the same as the world of high martial arts.

As the villain in the book, Shen Qingyan knew that he would not be able to avoid killing in the future.

But when he really saw a living life passing away in front of him.

Even though Shen Qingyan was well prepared in his heart, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

"Okay." Song Qingyue nodded.

She is not a person who likes to solve problems with bloody means.

If Li Qinghe hadn't touched her Nilin, she would never have done it herself.

In addition to the dark room, there are two luxurious small rooms in Shen Qingyan's president's office.

One is used for meetings, and the other is where he usually rests.

Hearing that Shen Qingyan asked her to change clothes, she took a deep look at the man with an unnatural expression.

Without being polite to him, he turned around and entered the next room.

If she were any other delicate woman, she might still worry about whether Shen Qingyan would take the opportunity to plot against her when she changed her clothes.

But for Song Qingyue, who has already reached the black belt level in karate, and her shooting talent is not inferior to that of many special forces.

She has no worries about it at all.

Shen Qingyan's room for rest is more luxurious than many five-star presidential suites.

Song Qingyue pushed the door open and entered, her gaze was immediately attracted by a cabinet in the corner with a gift for the [Goddess].

She read it right, it was a cabinet made up of several compartments, which couldn't hold thousands of gifts!
"Valentine's Day, July 2231, 7. I went to the Champs Elysees Avenue in Bali in person, and the carefully selected sapphire necklace was returned by the goddess Qingyue."

Song Qingyue casually opened an exquisite gift box, and on the note inside was a very sad expression besides such a paragraph.

"May 2232, 5, today is the 22th birthday of the Goddess. I used the first sum of money I earned to invite Master Montwell Jack. The specially made [Blue Angel] for the Goddess Qingyue still failed to enter her. Dharma eyes."

"However, although she didn't accept the carefully prepared gift this time, she said a few more words to me, and it seemed that she was one step closer to the goddess being truly moved by me."

"come on!"

"On June 2236, 6, half a year after Uncle Song disappeared, my goddess finally took the position of CEO of the Song Group!"

"But the Tebldi exclusive platinum fountain pen I carefully prepared for her was returned ruthlessly."

"February 2238, 2, Shangyuan Festival. The goddess is becoming more and more indifferent to me, and I am completely regarded by her as a lunatic who will do anything to achieve his goals!"

"The Hope.Diamond, which Ben spent a huge amount of money on, she rejected without even looking at it."

"A woman who can't even impress hope, do I really have any hope of capturing her heart?"

Song Qingyue opened the presents in the cabinet one by one.

In each gift box, there is a monologue in Shen Qingyan's mind after she refused to accept the gift.

From full of confidence at the beginning, to doubt and despair recently.

When Song Qingyue went inside the cabinet, she read all the gift notes.

There was also a touch of emotion on her cold and pretty face.

After giving gifts again and again over the years, and then her monologue after being rejected.

Song Qingyue could feel Shen Qingyan's obsession and dedication to her.

ten years!

If she hadn't been the party involved in this matter, Song Qingyue would never have believed it anyway.

Like Shen Qingyan, a distinguished and powerful son of a family.

To actually pursue a woman so hard for ten years!

Song Qingyue doesn't like to watch soap operas, and has always been ignorant of things between men and women.

But when she entered this room, she still felt her whole heart.

The ten-year relationship that had been accumulated by Shen Qingyan was completely overwhelmed!

Song Qingyue stared blankly at the gifts piled up on the shelves of the cabinet.

At this moment, she even forgot the purpose of coming to this room!
"Thanks to Ms. Song's ten years of indifference, I have completely recognized the reality."

"If it weren't for your indifference and unfeelingness, I'm afraid I would still be living in ignorant fantasy, trying to impress you with my so-called sincerity."

Suddenly, the bedroom door was slowly pushed open.

Shen Qingyan walked lightly and steadily, and came to Song Qingyue's side, laughing at himself.

Hearing Shen Qingyan's frank feelings towards her again, Song Qingyue didn't have that disgusting feeling.

There was even a strange feeling in my heart.

This unspeakable feeling made Song Qingyue feel very at a loss.

"Our three-year contract couple may be just a helpless compromise in your heart, but it has extraordinary meaning to me."

"From today onwards, you are not only the Miss Song family, the CEO of CEC of the Song Group, but also my Shen Qingyan's woman."

"So even if you don't tell me, I won't sit back and watch Song Botao try to bully you siblings."

Shen Qingyan took out a set of recently purchased dresses from the cabinet full of gifts: "The underground casino of the Dynasty Hotel, and the business of smuggling arms to the southeastern counties."

"Go back and tell Song Tianqi what's at stake here, and tell him to completely get out of these things within three days."

Seeing Song Qingyue take over the dress, she still stared at her intently, as if waiting for his next words.

Shen Qingyan smiled and shook his head: "Don't worry about the evidence in Song Botao's hands, I will let someone clean it up."

"My Shen Qingyan's woman, even if it's just a contract girlfriend in name, is not something that Song Botao can touch!"

If Song Qingyue had heard his domineering remarks before seeing the sticky notes left by Shen Qingyan.

I'm afraid it will be the same as before, only feeling disgusting.

But at this moment, because of her mind, she was impacted by Shen Qingyan's emotions for ten years.

Not only did Song Qingyue not feel sick, she even felt a little joy.

As the president of the Song Group, Xia Guo's youngest rich woman.

Song Qingyue is not only cold and domineering, but also a very strong woman.

At the age of 21, she went abroad to study economics, and in less than a year, she received a Ph.D. from the Ball School of Economics.

At the age of 23, Song Qingyue's father, Song Bowen, mysteriously disappeared outside the territory.

She even walked into the Song Group alone, defeated her two clan uncles one after another, and stabilized their lineage's leading position in the Song Family!
Song Qingyue walked all the way, it can be said that she was under high pressure, forcing herself to do her best to move forward!

She never thought that there would be a day when she wanted to rely on a man.

Over the years, as her horizons continued to widen, at some point, fewer and fewer men could enter her vision.

Song Qingyue even felt that her heart was frozen by layers of ice, isolating all the men in the world.

Originally, in her heart, Shen Qingyan's liking for her was the same as that of other men, except for her body.

So no matter what Shen Qingyan did to her these years, Song Qingyue was disgusted and disgusted.

But when Song Qingyue walked into the room where Shen Qingchang's ten-year relationship had been buried, and opened the sincere gifts inside.

She suddenly felt that her heart that had been frozen for many years seemed to have an unspeakable throbbing!
Miss Song has never been in love.

In these years, I haven't even made any serious friends of the opposite sex.

She didn't understand what this flustering feeling meant.

But one thing is certain, that is when I face the man in front of me now.

She seemed to have no more, the feeling of disgust and disgust before.