School grass, your foodie is gone again

Chapter 862 I Don't Like You

Perhaps, without that incident, he, Most Qiyue, and Most Mother are all fine.

"Why, how can you say that?"

Shu Yacheng couldn't help crying, and a mist of sadness began to spread from his eyes.

What does it mean that the person who is engaged to him now is the most July?

"Could it be that the person who is engaged to you and marrying you should be the last July? Have you forgotten? You and I, we have been engaged since we were young, and everyone knows that we are engaged? How... to Now, shouldn't it be mine?"

"..."

Nangonghan froze for a moment, and looked at her quietly. Through the dim light, he saw the pain in her eyes, and her small shoulders were constantly shaking.

"Han, you have changed. Ever since you met her, you have changed. You were not like this before."

Shu Yacheng expressed even more sadness, opened his eyes wide in grief and stubbornness, let the tears pool in his eye sockets, the grief of wanting to let go but not wanting to let go.

Nangong Han's heart trembled. This expression was a bit like most Qiyue's character, obviously in pain, but also very stubborn, unwilling to shed tears easily.

The wet tears in the eye circles gathered more and more, and finally slipped out of the eye circles uncontrollably, and slowly slid down the cheeks.

A big hand stretched out tremblingly, gradually approaching her.

Shu Yacheng seemed to be able to predict what would happen in the next second, she dilated her pupils in disbelief.

Sure enough, the warm fingertips gently rubbed away the tears on her cheeks.

When he was about to withdraw his hand after wiping away his tears, Shu Yacheng held his big warm hand in desperation.

"cold……."

Gently pressing her big warm hands to her face, she murmured weakly.

This kind of temperature is what she has been longing to get close to, but never dared to get close to. How could she be willing to let go of this rare opportunity.

"You don't know how deep my love for you is. I waited for you for so many years, and finally got engaged to you. I thought that all the hard work was in exchange for the happiness of the rest of my life."

"But……."

As she spoke, tears gushed out of her eye sockets and wet his palms. Like a docile kitten, she kept rubbing her face against his hands.

"cold……."

She moved her body, approached him, deliberately leaned her body sideways, revealing the tenderness of her chest.

Just when Shu Yacheng was about to fall into his arms, Nangonghan was shocked and pressed her shoulders, expressing that she should not push her forward.

"...." Shu Yacheng pursed his lips aggrievedly, and could only sit down in the empty seat beside him.

"Your feelings for me are not love, but a kind of worship."

Nangong Han raised his hand to take a sip of wine, lowered his head, quietly looked at the cold floor, and said in a low voice.

worship……

Shu Yacheng was stunned, she loved him, and she knew very well that it was not worship, but a terminal illness of love to the point of death.

"When I was young, I helped you, and your feelings for me originated from that time."

"No...it's not like that."

Shu Yacheng nervously denied, she was very clear in her heart, "What is admiration and what is liking, don't I know?"

Nangong Han swallowed bitterly, and interrupted her, "Yacheng, even if you say you like it, so what?"

"...?"

Shu Yacheng's eyes were red, looking at him anxiously.

The jet-black hair quietly covered his forehead and the sharp eyes under his eyes. The dim light made his facial features look more three-dimensional and more handsome.

"You know better than anyone else that the person I like is not you. On your terms, you can find someone who loves you and loves you."

As he spoke, he looked at her with dim eyes.

He doesn't like her...

(End of this chapter)