Don't abuse the president, your wife is the real daughter

Chapter 338

"This... this." Although Song Chaoyu's face was calm and her heart was full of excitement, she kept stroking the jade bracelet on her wrist with her hands, feeling as if Zhao Hongying was still by her side to accompany her.

"That's right, I auctioned off this bracelet to seek peace with you. I understand that this bracelet originally belonged to you, and you are its only owner. I will not give your things to others." Zhan Jincheng Seeing Song Zhaoyu's surprised face, he already guessed what Song Zhaoyu was thinking. He stretched out his hand to hold Song Zhaoyu's hand, and his tone became gentle.

I don't know why, but a bracelet successfully touched Song Chaoyu's soft heart. She never expected that now she could still touch Zhao Hongying's belongings. Feeling the temperature of the bracelet, she fell into memories again, and tears welled up from her eyes. .

Zhan Jincheng was at a loss, he could only hug her into his arms, and he gently patted Song Chaoyu's shoulder to comfort her.

Song Chaoyu didn't say anything, sobbing in Zhan Jincheng's arms, the silent crying made people feel more cherished.

"Zhaoyu, forgive me, please? The person in my heart has always been you, and you have been on my mind these days."

Zhan Jincheng stroked Song Chaoyu's head and whispered, but Song Zhaoyu still didn't respond, pushed away Zhan Jincheng and sat up straight.

She didn't have any communication with Zhan Jincheng, thinking of the scene of Zhan Jincheng and Ling Yihuan standing together, the arrogance in Song Chaoyu's heart could not be dissipated, she stared ahead, her expression became cold.

Zhan Jincheng saw that Song Chaoyu stopped crying, and took a tissue to wipe her face, Song Zhaoyu turned his head away and then avoided it.

"If you really don't want to see me appearing with Ling Yihuan at the same time, I won't associate with her in the future." Zhan Jincheng said solemnly, looking at Song Zhaoyu's expression.

Song Chaoyu sneered secretly, she really couldn't accept Zhan Jincheng's attitude. A few days ago, Zhan Jincheng was worried that Ling Yihuan's appearance was still engraved in her mind. As if blocked by a big rock, there was no way to let go of Zhan Jincheng's few words.

"Okay, don't talk anymore, I don't want to hear it, I can't restrict your affairs, you can do whatever you want in the future." Song Chaoyu's indifferent eyes fell on Zhan Jincheng's face, making Zhan Jincheng Cheng's heart cooled down.

He held Song Chaoyu's hand tightly with both hands, and no matter how hard Song Chaoyu struggled, he would hold on to it. He fought for this opportunity with great difficulty, and he would be relieved only when Song Chaoyu calmed down.

"Let go of me, Zhan Jincheng, or I won't talk to you again." Sensing Zhan Jincheng's tough attitude and a touch of rudeness in his actions, Song Chaoyu frowned and stared into Zhan Jincheng's eyes. Cheng then let go of Song Chaoyu's hands.

Just when Song Chaoyu was relaxing, Zhan Jincheng hugged Song Zhaoyu in his arms tightly, and he hugged Song Zhaoyu tightly.

This time, no matter how Song Chaoyu struggled or threatened, Zhan Jincheng didn't let go of his hand. He pressed his face to Song Zhaoyu's ear, and explained in a low voice: "Zhaoyu, this time Ling Yihuan and I are serious. Just a chance encounter."

"It's not important! Let go of me, you don't need to explain to me." Song Zhaoyu's face became more and more embarrassing.

Zhan Jincheng refused to let go, and continued: "I originally made an appointment with Ling Yihao, but he suddenly said that there was something to help me come, and I didn't expect that the person who came was Ling Yihuan." He still explained, with a tone of There is a trace of grievance.

After listening, Song Chaoyu's attitude was obviously not as resisting as before. She had a cold face and no longer struggled with her hands.

After Song Chaoyu calmed down, he carefully recalled the scene of Zhan Jincheng and Ling Yihuan being together. After thinking about it, he found that every time Ling Yihuan was close to Zhan Jincheng, Zhan Jincheng didn't respond to her.

"But, when Ling Yihuan was sick, you were really worried about her." Song Chaoyu's chin rested on Zhan Jincheng's shoulder, and the grievance in his voice made Zhan Jincheng's heart soften. Then, Zhan Jincheng let go of his hand.

He stared at Song Chaoyu in front of him with gentle eyes, and said seriously: "Although I have no love with her, she grew up with me anyway, and we are family friends with the Ling family, let alone It's Ling Yihuan, even if anyone encounters such an emergency, I will step forward to rescue." He stroked Song Chaoyu's angry face.

Song Chaoyu still refused to look at him, but upon hearing Zhan Jincheng's explanation, Song Chaoyu's cold heart was melting bit by bit.

"Really, trust me, Zhao Yu. I really didn't know that Ling Yihuan would come today!" The voice came out, and Zhan Jincheng's tone became anxious.

Song Zhaoyu thought about it again, Ling Yihuan's thoughts were so delicate, she had ten thousand ways to get close to Zhan Jincheng.Song Chaoyu could tell that Zhan Jincheng had been tricked by Ling Yihuan.

Her face was not as indifferent as before, and she didn't want to entangle Zhan Jincheng with this matter anymore.

"Okay, I understand, but why did you and Tang Yu fight?" Song Chaoyu changed the subject and stared at Zhan Jincheng with a serious face.

Zhan Jincheng suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and then remembered that there were injuries on his face, and then there was a burst of pain in his mind.

He covered the wound on his face pitifully, turned his eyes to the front, and lowered his eyes.

"Actually, there is no particular reason. Your brother said that I was playing with your feelings and asked me to stay away from you. How could I do that." Zhan Jincheng held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and the pain came again intensely. He gritted his teeth and couldn't help hissing.

Song Chaoyu leaned forward and nervously inspected Zhan Jincheng's injuries, and found that half of his face was swollen.

"Then you two can't do anything!" Song Chaoyu frowned, looking helplessly at Zhan Jincheng in front of him.

Zhan Jincheng felt even more aggrieved, held back the pain and raised his voice: "Tang Yu did it first, I didn't intend to fight him at all, but he got worse and worse."

Seeing that Zhan Jincheng was beaten like this, and his speech was a little unclear, Song Zhaoyu couldn't help laughing.

From the corner of Zhan Jincheng's eyes, he caught the smile on Song Chaoyu's face, and he said excitedly: "Zhaoyu, you smiled, you don't get angry anymore, right, this beating is worth it." He touched Song Chaoyu's hand, and the jade bracelet on his wrist shone brightly under the sunlight.

Song Zhaoyu immediately recovered his cold expression: "I didn't forgive you, you and other women are so affectionate in front of my eyes, I have already decided to fulfill you." She deliberately didn't look at Zhan Jincheng, and stared into the distance.

Zhan Jincheng didn't care so much anymore, at least the atmosphere in the car was not as cold as before, and Song Chaoyu didn't break away from his hand, his heart was already ecstatic.

(End of this chapter)