Late Marriage: Warm Wife, Let's Get Married

Suddenly a low voice came to mind.

"Thank you today, Mr. Tang."

I don't know how many times I heard the word Xie from the woman's mouth, but Tang qianrong was not happy at all.

In particular, hearing the word thank you come out of her mouth, as if an invisible force pushed him away from the nearest position beside her.

As soon as his heart sank, Tang qianrong screwed up his eyebrows.

The starting point of an Jingxing is actually very pure. One is that two people are very quiet in the car now. Although she has been alone with him many times, she still doesn't know how to start the topic when she is alone.

After all, this man is different from Lei Aotian. She once had a common life circle and ideals with Lei Aotian. As long as they get together, they can talk all night until dawn.

But this man is really different from her. In front of him, she can only be silent.

Thinking of the change of the relationship between the two people and her desire to talk to him more, she thought about it and finally thanked him.

After all, they are not close enough to thank each other, so she doesn't feel anything wrong with what she has done.

However, as soon as her voice fell, she felt unstable, and the car under her suddenly stopped at some time.

This is not a place to park, but in the middle of the road. Although there are not many passers-by at this time, an Jingxing still couldn't help jumping.

Just as she turned her head to see Tang qianrong, the man happened to be looking at himself with burning eyes.

"An Jingxing, I think we haven't had a chance to talk since our relationship was settled."

The man's voice was low, his eyebrows moved, and his expression was not different, but an Jingxing always felt his sixth sense, as if he smelled an unusual smell.

"About... What?"

"Let's talk about thank you."

"Thank you?"

"I think when you were with your former boyfriend, he should have done something for you, too? For example, invite you to dinner or take you home. "

Tang qianrong is good at luring, and his voice can't hear the slightest anger.

An Jingxing also put down his guard, twisted his eyebrows in doubt and nodded.

"Do you have to say thank you to him every time like this?"

This time, an Jingxing frowned and thought for a while, and finally shook his head.

"Then why do you say thank you to me every time?"

An Jingxing always felt as if she had fallen into a language trap carefully compiled by the other party, but she couldn't think of the flaw. She thanked him for many reasons. She didn't have to think about it and knew how to answer.

"Mr. Tang, you are different from him!"

And that's a simple sentence. You are different from him.

But it subtly touched a string at the bottom of Tang qianrong's heart, a string that made his heart slightly painful.

Aware that Tang qianrong's face changed slightly, an Jingxing realized that he had misunderstood and hurriedly said, "what I said is different. There is no other meaning, but he never helped me at my lowest point before. To me, you are more important than him. "

On this point, Anjing did not lie.

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