A pair of shiny black leather shoes landed on the ground first, followed by a pair of slender and well-tailored white trousers.
Versace's custom-made white suit with fine lines was worn on his tall and wild figure. His smooth and flexible waistline was just right, bringing with it a lazy wildness.
His slightly curly short hair brought out his fierceness. He pursed his thin lips and wore a pair of Gucci's new limited edition sunglasses.
A faint golden light shone on his body. He looked like a mysterious prince, as if he had walked out of a fairy tale.
Yang Zhihan looked at the tall and straight back and felt inexplicably flustered, but she followed Deng Mingzhe calmly.
Wen Haotian saw the tall Yang Zhihan in a light yellow dress through the rearview mirror. He loosened his thin lips and smiled evilly.
This was his gift, and she actually dared to run away without caring about his wishes. She was really disobedient!
The morning she left, Wen Haotian had investigated her identity and found her residence.
However, during those three days, she did not go out much. The only time she went out was to the pharmacy, so he did not disturb her.
Today, she finally went out, so he naturally followed her to see what she was going to do.
Yang Zhihan, Deng Mingzhe?
This couple who was about to get married looked like they didn't fit in.
Deng Mingzhe, how can you snatch my gift?
The arrogant crowd standing not far away did not enter the car even after they got off. Instead, they stood there motionlessly as if they were waiting for someone!
Deng Mingzhe saw that the team still had cold expressions and no reaction. She could only follow him.
The closer they got to the tall and mighty figure with his back to them, the more nervous Yang Zhihan became. She was inexplicably flustered.
Deng Mingzhe and the others walked over. The bodyguards didn't stop them. Instead, they seemed to have come specially to welcome them.
"Deng Mingzhe." When Deng Mingzhe and the other two were only one step away from Wen Haotian, he turned around and greeted Deng Mingzhe indifferently.
His voice was distant and indifferent. When everyone saw Deng Mingzhe, they would call him Young Master Deng or Eldest Young Master Deng. Only this man called him by his full name.
Bowen was shocked at first, but when he saw this person clearly, he understood.
The overlord of S City, Wen Haotian, was wild and arrogant. He was probably the only one who didn't put Deng Mingzhe in his eyes.
Deng Mingzhe looked up at Wen Haotian. His cold face didn't show any expression and he just called out,"Young Master Di."”
Yang Zhihan's eyelids twitched when she saw his handsome face. No wonder she felt uneasy just now. It turned out that she had met her enemy.
Under such circumstances, she subconsciously wanted to run.
However, her feet seemed to have taken root. Deng Mingzhe was beside her and she couldn't run. She pretended not to know Wen Haotian and lowered her head.
But what did Deng Mingzhe just call him? Young Master Di?
Could he be Wen Haotian?
Thinking of this, Yang Zhihan felt as if he had been struck by lightning. No wonder he wasn't afraid at all when she told him that she was the young mistress of the Deng family.
Depressed, it was really too depressing.
Although Wen Haotian was overbearing and arrogant, he never appeared in newspapers, magazines, weekly magazines or anything that could be promoted!
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