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Chapter 3293 Sweet Marriage Chapter 1855 Let's break up... Ji Zichuan...

"Ji Zhizhi!"

He clasped her neck with his big hands: "Don't talk to me in such a cynical tone! If you dare to let other men touch you, I won't let you go. Do you hear me clearly?!"

"If you don't, then don't, what are you yelling so loudly?"

She picked out her humming earholes, and smiled lightly: "Dear Mr. Ji Zichuan, your girlfriend, Ms. Ji Zhizhi, has... hiccup... added you to the blacklist..."

Ji Zichuan laughed angrily.

Her brain was eroded by alcohol, she couldn't speak, she just wanted to hold him with both hands, but was pushed away by the man constantly, and her body was forced to stick against the door by that strong force, she felt uncomfortable, and then felt uncomfortable again. There was an indescribable grievance, and tears fell down.

Tears that exceeded her body temperature fell on the back of his cold hands, and Ji Zichuan suddenly let go of her as if he had been scalded.

She hugged him almost immediately, buried her small face in his chest, and cried almost suffocatingly: "Let's break up... Let's break up... Ji Zichuan..."

The idea that he was her was forcibly injected into her mind, as long as he was her boyfriend for a day, her possessiveness towards him would be so strong that she couldn't tolerate any woman around him.

Breaking up is just a gamble.

Maybe they separated, subconsciously, she would no longer be able to hurt the woman around him confidently.

Or maybe, still unable to control himself, and then lose completely.

"I dare not look in the mirror..."

Tired of crying, she leaned on his shoulder, staring blankly at the dark room with her sore eyes: "I'm afraid that a hideous monster will appear in the mirror..."

Her voice was very soft, as if she was so exhausted that she had no strength, and it was also like a last self-salvation before the collapse.

Ji Zichuan's heart seemed to be pricked severely by someone with a sharp and thin needle, and there were slight pains that seemed to be there, and the pain quickly spread to all limbs and bones, like sea water in an instant. Overwhelmed all the senses, only the initial pain remained.

Clear and sharp.

"I don't want to become the famous and fearful female devil in the lonely city...I only give myself one chance, if I fail..."

She suddenly stopped, and her eyes gradually became clear and clean: "You remember to quietly put the beads in my tomb, that is my dowry, quietly... don't let the grave robbers go in and steal the beads..."

It was her dowry, and it was supposed to be the dowry she carried with her when she married him.

Even if she dies, she will take it with her.

"You won't die..."

The man lowered his head, kissed the top of her hair with his cold lips, and said in a depressed and low voice, "Zhizhi, no one's life in this world is more important than yours, even if Ye Fu dies, even if someone dies because of you every day, I don't care either."

Ji Zhizhi suddenly laughed.

It really is true that those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black. After being with her for a long time, the three views have become wrong. I don't know if Nan Muqing will regret not hitting the mandarin ducks earlier when she finds out.

She raised her head, her small face mottled with tears: "I care, Ji Zichuan, in this world, only the original me can be worthy of you. If I can't change back, I won't ruin you."

After a pause, she smiled again, in a half-joking tone: "Based on the principle of not letting the fat and water flow to outsiders, if you think Yaoyao is not bad, then..."

(End of this chapter)