Addicted to seduction, the cold CEO cries every night

Her hair was pulled up with a plain white hairpin.

He also prepared a black suit for Si Jinghuai.

Si Jinghuai's eyebrows were stern, and his appearance in a black suit made him even more aloof, looking like he was repelling people thousands of miles away.

In the car, Yan Xia sat next to him and glanced sideways at the man's angular profile.

He took the initiative to raise his hand and hold his hand.

Si Jinghuai's hands were broad, and because he practiced boxing and free fighting, his hands were a little rough.

Yan Xia's little hands are white and small.

She held his palm softly, but couldn't cover it.

But her slightly cold fingers brought Si Jinghuai, who was in a daze, back to his senses.

The man turned his head and looked at her.

Yan Xia's eyes were gentle: "Are you okay?"

When Si Jinghuai heard this, he raised his eyebrows and returned to his cynical look.

"What can I do?"

Yan Xia raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "It seems I'm overthinking it."

She let go of her hand: "I originally wanted to comfort you."

The next moment, her hand was held by a warm hand. The man's movements were a bit harsh, and it hurt a little when he squeezed her hand.

She hissed and looked back at Si Jinghuai angrily.

She saw the man sneer and look at her: "I think I told you that I never like verbal things."

"If you really want to comfort me, just use action."

Yan Xia: "..."

Her face turned red.

With Si Jinghuai's temperament, she knew very well what the word 'action' in Si Jinghuai's words meant.

She gave Si Jinghuai a strange look: "Be more serious, today is the occasion after all."

"Serious?" Si Jinghuai sneered: "Those people are not worthy of my thinking about how to get along with them."

When he said this, a chill flashed through Si Jinghuai's eyes.

Hearing this, Yan Xia sighed.

Outsiders only knew that Si Jinghuai was the proud son of heaven, and he took control of the Si family at a young age.

But no one knows how he got here all these years. He has to grow up in calculations at a young age.

It must not be easy to break out of the siege and gain control of Si Sheng from the thoughtful old man.

Since getting to know Si Jinghuai, Yan Xia has encountered several times when the Si family members killed Si Jinghuai.

In these years, there must be crises that Yan Xia has not seen.

Yan Xia pursed her lips and looked out the window, but her fingers unconsciously rubbed the back of Si Jinghuai's hand.

Like comfort.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the door of the Si family's old house.

Si Jinghuai got out of the car and walked to Yan Xia's car door himself to open it.

At this moment, there were many cars parked in front of the Si family's old house. They were all Si family members who got the news and came to see the old man for the last time.

Si Jinghuai did this to tell everyone Yan Xia's identity.

Yan Xia stepped out of the car, her black high heels on the ground, and looked up at Si Jinghuai.

Then he put his hand on her wrist.

"Third Young Master!" The butler who was waiting for Si Jinghuai saw Si Jinghuai coming and hurriedly stepped forward.

But when he saw Yan Xia, he stopped in his tracks.

But within a moment, he speeded up and walked up again.

"Third Young Mistress!" The housekeeper called Yan Xia very respectfully.

Now that Mr. Si is dead, Si Jinghuai is the future master of the Si family.

Having been with the old man for so many years, the housekeeper has always known how to assess the situation.

Yan Xia nodded slightly as a greeting.

The butler then turned to look at Si Jinghuai and said, "Everyone is here and we are waiting for you."