This green plum is going to counterattack

Chapter 1483 Breaking the Marriage Contract 3
Luo Xiaojiang turned around and looked at Gong Jiuche again, with evil eyes in her eyes: "Look, I am such a person, can't you take it? Then break off the engagement."

Gong Jiuche frowned, with a heart-wrenching sadness on his heroic face: "In order to break off the engagement with me, you just want to hurt them like this?"

Luo Xiaojiang raised her eyebrows and smiled brightly: "Yes, as long as it allows you to break off the engagement with me, don't say it hurts others, it's fine to hit someone."

Gong Jiuche's body was as stiff as a puppet.

Luo Xiaojiang's eyes were sharp: "The engagement is terminated!"

Gong Jiuche took a deep breath, and he stepped forward with fragile pain in his eyes: "Tell me, did something happen to make you like this? I don't believe you don't love me, I don't believe it!"

Luo Xiaojiang said coldly: "You have to believe it!"

Her pupils were almost paranoid and stubborn: "You must also break off the engagement with me!"

Gong Jiuche's body trembled, the severe pain in his chest made him bend over and cough lightly.

He said: "I will not agree to the dissolution of the engagement."

He smiled bitterly: "I love you, I wish I could put all my feelings in front of you, what you want, as long as I have all I can give you, if I don't have it, I will find a way to have it then Here you are, but I can't accept without you."

His soul seemed to be withdrawn, he turned around, and went upstairs with heavy steps.

Luo Xiaochan looked at his back, bit her lips, a fishy smell gushed out from her lips, but she smiled forcefully, a smile slightly smeared on the corners of her blood-stained lips: "I will make you agree to be with me." I broke off the engagement."

She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her abdomen and felt nauseated in her stomach, so she also hurried upstairs.

Gong Mingshuo, Grace, Gong Zhuo, Nan Xin, and Gong Liuying all met each other and sighed.

Close the door.

Luo Xiaojiang's back leaned against the door and she slumped and sat on the ground. She felt that she couldn't breathe because her throat was hurting. She was crying tremblingly, but she couldn't make a sound, and tears flowed all over her face.

There was blood on the corner of her lips.

Her lips suddenly turned from blood red to blue, and her hand covering her abdomen moved to her liver. The extreme pain made her clenched her fists tightly, and her nails sank into the blood.

bag on the side.

Outside.

Gong Jiuche knew that Luo Xiaochan was coming up, and he leaned weakly by the door, he pursed his lips and pupils tightly, and kept staring at the door.

He called out, "Soy sauce bottle."

Luo Xiaojiang heard it, she quickly wiped away her tears, stood up slowly, her voice was as cold as possible: "What are you doing here? I'm going to rest."

Gong Jiuche's voice was pleading: "Can you let me in? I want to talk to you."

Luo Xiaojiang sneered: "What else can we talk about?"

Gong Jiuche's heart twitched, and his voice trembled: "I don't believe that you are so cruel, and I don't believe that you don't love me anymore, can you tell me? What happened?"

Luo Xiaojiang took a deep breath, her body was weak, she could only lean against the door, opened her lips, and said in a sarcastic tone, "Don't be self-righteous, let me tell you, I just don't love you anymore, I fell in love with Min Zijin, understand ?”

Gong Jiuche's pupils tightened, and the severe pain in his heart made his fingers stiff, but he still couldn't believe it: "Impossible!"

Luo Xiaojiang roared angrily: "Gong Jiuche, you are enough, if I don't love it, I don't love it, can you stop pestering me?"

Gong Jiuche stared at the heavy door with black eyes, the sound was like a needle, piercing through the door, piercing deeply into his heart, he shook his body, reached out and grabbed the edge of the wall, the voice was so painful: "Really Don't you love me?"

Luo Xiaojiang's teardrops rolled down her wet and black eyelashes, the blood on her lips gradually solidified, her voice was like cold iron: "I really don't love you anymore, let's go, I want to have a good rest."

(End of this chapter)