Hundreds of millions of pets: BOSS marriage addiction addiction

Chapter 70 Cheng Yue, cherish the person in front of me
Reflexively, she took a step back and looked at Duanmu Chengyue in horror, no, she didn't want him to pay the price for her, she didn't want Duanmu Chengyue to die.

Both Duanmu Chengyue and Tong Junhao's eyes fell on Nan Jin, but one was injured, and the other was the affirmation and satisfaction of "I knew it would be like this".

Tong Junhao glanced at Nan Jin and motioned her to go to him.

Duanmu Chengyue looked at her in surprise and fear, and looked at his empty left hand. All his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat. He couldn't believe it, but he had to believe it. He could only reach out to her again, hoarse. With a voice: "Jin'er, you..."

Nan Jin, who realized that he reflected a little too much, was also a little sad. Looking at the hand that seemed to still have his warmth, he was a little greedy, and his eyes swelled, but he could only look at him, but he could only ignore the hand that was moving towards him. She stretched out her hand.

"Chengyue, I think I've made it clear to you just now, you can go." She lowered her head and her voice was very low, as if she was reluctant to give up.

The voice like Zhu Yu was not as crisp and melodious as usual, but tinged with melancholy.

Such a voice stopped in Duanmu Chengyue's ears, but it was more like a bolt from the blue. Nan Jin, the girl he thought would love him forever, actually gave up on him.

"Jin'er, how could you give up on me? Why? Why?" He grabbed Nan Jin's shoulder suddenly and looked at him frantically, his originally clear eyes turned scarlet.

Pain in her shoulders, Nan Jin looked at this man who was almost crazy, her gentle and gentle image had been covered up in the past two years, but it was her heart that hurt even more.

Does she really want to do this?But if not, what would happen with Tong Junhao's personality?Compared with the future and life, her doing so is the smallest loss, right?
"Cheng Yue, I... I'm sorry." She also lowered her head, with tears in her eyes.

I'm sorry, Chengyue, only in this way will you not be hurt.

The strength on the shoulders increased again, and Duanmu Chengyue yelled frantically: "I don't want to be sorry, I want to know why? Why? How am I inferior to him?"

There are many kinds of feelings, and he knows that Nan Jin deserves to be treated wholeheartedly by any man, but if he has to choose between him and Tong Junhao, why not him?
The girl whose shoulders were held by him couldn't say a word, only kept shaking her head, tightly suppressing the tear glands that were about to open.

The questioning next to her ear, one after another, pierced her heart.

Suddenly, she raised her head, looked into the depths of his questioning eyes, and said with difficulty: "Chengyue, I'm married, and I... am Tong Junhao's wife."

Finally, the hands holding her shoulders gradually loosened and dropped.

Needless to say, disappointment, although he already knew that this was an unchangeable fact, but he still couldn't bear her rejection of him with this.

The pain spread uncontrollably, as if it wanted to devour his heart and annihilate it.

But how can he let go?

She looked up, her eyes filled with pleading, "Jin'er, don't leave me, don't leave me, okay?"

"Hmph, I wonder if Mr. Duanmu thought he would be here when he was in another woman's bed?"

The cold and sarcastic voice immediately broke the lingering atmosphere between the two of them, as if a cold wind had blown through, chilling Nan Jin's heart, Duanmu Chengyue's subconscious action was to look at Nan Jin, being so careful, as if he He was still that big boy who would get angry if Nan Jin was even slightly unhappy.

Noticing his gaze, Nan Jin turned her eyes away, another scar appeared in her heart.

In the past, she thought that this was a photo made by Tong Junhao, just to separate her and Duanmu Chengyue, but now seeing Duanmu Chengyue's reaction, she knew that this matter was true, and that Qiao Jiaxin was also true.

"Jin'er, I..."

"Chengyue, cherish the people in front of you." And only cherishing the people in front of you will make your life better, and you will always be the young master Duanmu with the halo.

Glancing at him again, Nan Jin lowered her head, broke away his hand, and took out her own.

The process was so difficult, and he held it tightly, as if he knew that Nan Jin would no longer belong to him once he let go.

If so, how ridiculous is his persistence all the time.

She also tried her best, since she gave up, why did she come back?Isn't Qiao Jiaxin very good?
When the last finger separated, Nan Jin closed her eyes and walked towards Tong Junhao, "Let's go, let's go."

The man stood there without moving, still leaning on the car, glanced at the red eye circles of the girl beside him, held her hand and brought the belt to his side.

The big hand fell on her waist by coincidence, which was very provocative.

Nan Jin struggled slightly, but the strength on her waist was even greater, so that her body had to stick to him.She subconsciously glanced at Duanmu Chengyue, and since she saw sadness and disappointment in the other's eyes, she lowered her head with a slight pain in her heart, and her body became even more rigid.

Such a reaction obviously did not escape Tong Tong Junhao's eyes, his pupils sharpened slightly, and a murderous aura filled his whole body.

He gave Duanmu Chengyue a cold look, then lowered his head and said to Nan Jin, "Get in the car first."

Nan Jin's hands froze, and she looked at him nervously, "Tong Junhao, you..."

"Get in the car first!" With the same words, the voice was twice as harsh, cold and indifferent.

"Tong Junhao, you promised me that you can't do anything to Chengyue!" Nan Jin was terrified, holding on to his exquisite Italian handmade suit, but she didn't know that this made Tong Junhao even more angry.

The man opened her fingers one by one, without any color on his face, and looked indifferent as if she was just an insignificant stranger.

Her heart sank little by little until she sank into the bottomless abyss. She was even more frightened, and her face turned pale for a while, "Tong Junhao, don't do this, okay? I promise it will never happen again."

His voice gradually choked and he couldn't speak.

Tong Junhao's suit was wrinkled by her, and the indifference on the man's face deepened. He beckoned Xin Te to help him, and then patted her on the face, "Good boy, get in the car first."

"Madam, please." Assistant Xin made a gesture of invitation.

Nan Jin glanced at him, unmoved, but looked at Tong Junhao pleadingly, "Can you..."

"Xin Tezhu, what are you still doing in a daze?" His cold eyes swept towards Xin Tezhu, making him tremble in fright. He said that Madam offended him, and pulled Nanjin towards the car.

Hearing the footsteps behind him gradually go away, and the car door slammed shut, Duanmu Chengyue's heart twitched fiercely. The girl he once held in his hands had finally become someone else's wife.

Two equally handsome men stood together under the sun, the afterglow of the setting sun hit them, and a faint golden color flowed on them, but one looked like a prince, while the other looked more like King Shura.

Undoubtedly, the prince is Duanmu Chengyue, and King Shura is Tong Junhao.

　Sorry for the late update, the child at home started to have a fever last night, and just came back from the hospital after a busy night
　　
　
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