exclusive marriage

Chapter 96
"You lied to me, you are not good."

This was the first time that she exposed Qi Yichen's lame lie.

"Fool." Qi Yichen smiled helplessly, his pale lips pursed into a stiff line.

He was always like this, he would helplessly call her a fool, but the stupidest person has always been himself who was lingering on his last breath for her.

Yes, she is also a fool, and now she can only smile silly and say nothing.

Qi Yichen looked at her deeply for a while, and then said: "You shouldn't compromise with Zuo Cheng."

"Otherwise?" She asked indifferently, with a natural determination.

"I've already lived enough." Qi Yichen sighed and looked at her.

A man who was born with an incurable disease, if he hadn't met Jiang Xiachu, he would have died long ago.

Jiang Xiachu's eyes gradually turned cold, and he sneered: "You are good at everything, but you are not greedy enough." After a pause, he said him, but laughed at himself, "And you are not selfish enough."

He just smiled, and after the smile, the corners of his mouth were cold and sour: "I'm sorry, Xia Chu, this is the first and last time, I don't like these three words."

Three words summed up all the helplessness and all the unpredictability. This time, he was still selfish.

Jiang Xiachu shook his head, the tears on his cheeks had dried up, and he was a little tense and stiff: "I don't accept it, wait for you to come back and say it in front of my face."

Qi Yichen tugged at his stiff lips, unable to laugh anymore, and remained silent without answering.

He doesn't promise casually, because he is not sure, so he dare not give hope lightly, and can only choose to be silent.

Jiang Xiachu's eyes fluttered and fluttered, "Don't not answer me, Yi Chen, you make me very uneasy right now."

He always said: In the early summer, I have been there.

Now, he doesn't say anything.

She always thought that Yi Chen was the only favor that God gave her, but now that favor, it seemed that she was about to lose her grip, no matter how hard she tried, she was extremely disturbed.

She looked at him stubbornly, waiting for an answer.

After a while, he said, "What about you?" He opened his lips and asked back, "You also make me very uneasy." The long gray eyelashes trembled slightly, and he pulled his lips awkwardly, "Xia Chu, what do you want to do? ?” There seemed to be something stuck in his throat, which was so suppressed that it made people sore.

She laughed, why can't he be more selfish?
"He pampered me very much, and I'm fine." After a while, she replied like this, with an exhausted smile.

These two people are similar in some places?He endured the pain and said yes; she concealed her sorrow and said yes.

His warm eyes were tightly focused, and he seemed to be able to see through her through the computer screen. He answered her words: "You are not good." The smile on her lips froze for a moment, and he smiled bitterly, "Xia Chu, you Still can't learn how to laugh."

Jiang Xiachu pursed her lips, feeling a little stiff and cold, unable to smile in the end.

He could always see all her unknown and unspoken emotions with just one look, and she couldn't deny it: "The two of us must have a good relationship, otherwise I will feel at a loss. Since you know that I am not good, then You come to be this person." Zuocheng taught her the rules of equivalent exchange, and learning it is much easier than laughing.

She always thought, if there is a person who cares so much, if he is well, is it the same as being well for herself?
Only Yi Chen could give this answer, but he remained silent.

She looked into the eyes he was trying to avoid: "Can't it be done?" He still remained silent, his face turned paler.She looked at him with reddish eyes, "Yi Chen, do you know? I wasn't wronged at first, but now I seem to be a little bit. I can't afford to pay like this for my whole life."

Sorry, Jiang Xiachu hasn't learned this.

She did it on purpose, just to make him feel guilty and reluctant.

Jiang Xiachu can always easily make Qi Yichen surrender, but he has no choice but to compromise: "Okay, I will be fine until the day I can live. Promise me, after that, you will not accept your fate."

The solemn tone, every word like a stone, weighed on her heart, her eyes sank, she stared at him: "After that?" The tone suddenly cooled down, "Yi Chen, you are making arrangements for the funeral again. Year, you are always like this."

Jiang Xiachu seldom speaks sarcasticly to Qi Yichen, except every time when he "entrusts funeral affairs".

She doesn't like it, but why would he actually like it? It's just that some people are destined to be helpless about certain things.

Qi Yichen laughed, and sighed: "Yeah, I'm always worried about you."

So in the past five years, he has arranged so many "funeral affairs", and he is always afraid that if he leaves, will there be no one to accompany her and hug her when she is covered in bruises? , For five years, he has been dragging his terminally ill body to the last breath, because he has not yet found someone who can replace him.

His eyes were tired, probably hurt again, and worried again.

Jiang Xiachu turned his eyes away, couldn't bear to look, and couldn't bear not to look, the hand hanging by his side was tight and tight: "Since you can't let it go, don't let it go, I'll wait for you to come back. Will you come back?"

"Yes." He replied, smiling at her with pale lips.

Between her frowning brows, the haze slowly dissipated.

Jiang Xiachu always believed what Qi Yichen said.So, he will come back and she will wait.

I don’t know when the sun is hidden behind the dark clouds, and the rain is about to fall. Midsummer is always very fickle. The World Trade Center on the 98th floor goes straight up to the sky, which is the prime time for work. The huge World Trade Hall, only the intermittent sound of crutches.

"I'm going to ask anchor Guan to worry about the listing promotion."

A man who walks out of the bloody wind always has a kind of creepy gloom, even though he is smiling kindly at this time.

Therefore, a local tyrant cannot be an aristocrat wearing a tuxedo.If Zhang Aotian is an acquired local tyrant, Zuocheng is a born noble, this is well known, but few people in Shanghai dare to say that.

It has to be said that Guan Yu got the true biography of Guan Zhenbei's old fox in the shopping mall, and he has done enough business skills. He agrees with the politeness but does not seem to follow the crowd: "Mr. Zhang is polite, it's all my job."

"That's a pleasure to work with."

Reaching out and shaking each other, the etiquette is impeccable: "Happy cooperation." Let go, smiling sweetly, "I will send someone to send the promotional plan as soon as possible."

"Don't worry, if I delay anchor Guan's time with her boyfriend, I will be guilty."

The man smiled, his eyes were bright, Guan Yu thought of three words: Smiling tiger.

Although Zhang Aotian is an old fritter who has been bloody for decades, Guan Yu is not a rookie.

Smiling without emotion, but people can't pick out the thorns: "Mr. Zhang is joking."

Especially sensitive to the word "boyfriend", Guan Yu sounded the alarm in his heart, quietly guarding.

(End of this chapter)