Madam, president loves you secrectly

When she spoke in this tone, song Manxi also felt uncomfortable, and the surrounding atmosphere was particularly dull under her strange smile and voice. And Zhou danruo was more like hanging people's appetite. He stopped halfway.

Until, Wei Yuan made a voice, and his voice was irrefutable affirmation: "Miss Zhou, five minutes have passed. I hope you can hurry up. We have to go back and take a confession."

Zhou danruo turned his head sideways and smiled: "OK, Wei detachment."

Zhou danruo turned to look up at Jun Xiao and song Manxi standing together. It was true that the hands they held were a pair of Bi people, but their eyes had begun to be mixed with other things.

"Oh ~" Zhou danruo couldn't help sneering, "I'll say, what's lasting? Song Manxi, I haven't said what the secret is. Have you begun to doubt the person around you?"

Song Manxi doesn't know why. She just looks at Jun Xiao's eyes and feels flustered, like the secret in Zhou danruo's mouth. Once she says it, she won't have the courage to catch Jun Xiao's hand.

"Sissy, would you like to listen?" Jun Xiao, who had not spoken, uttered a voice at the moment when her eyes were red. His tone was still soft but hoarse. "If you don't want to listen, we'll go home now. I can assure you that nothing will change."

Just when he looked into song Manxi's eyes, Jun Xiao thought clearly. If she didn't want to listen, or had any hesitation, he would take her away. He didn't know the truth. He was willing to protect her. She didn't need to know the cruel tragedy.

He said so. How could song Manxi think it hadn't happened? She paused. She hesitated in her heart, but she released Jun Xiao's hand as soon as possible. She turned to the bride. Her makeup had melted away. Now she is like a ghost Zhou danruo: "I want to listen. I want to listen to what secret you use to make brother Jun Xiao accommodate you like this."

With that, she smiled at Junxiao as if she wanted to reassure him: "brother Junxiao, after listening, we'll go home and trust me. Anyway, I won't let go of your hand."

Her promise seemed so weak that it would be blown away by a gust of wind.

Jun Xiao just stared at his loosened hand for a moment, then silently took it back, clenched it into a fist and turned his face. There was forbearance in his expression, and he also accepted his life. In fact, he wanted to say, "sissy, I'm afraid you won't want me after listening."

But he still didn't say it, because in this world, song Manxi is the most qualified and needed to know the truth. If this knot doesn't open, she won't feel at ease in her life, and he won't.

"Zhou danruo, tell me, I really don't know what secrets you have. What secrets you have caught will make you so straight and strong after doing so many bad things."

"OK." Zhou danruo's eyes turned and seemed to squint again, as if he was extremely interested, smiling. "Song Manxi, I ask you, eight years have passed, but do you remember how mu Yuchu died?"

Song Manxi secretly squeezed his hand and calmed down. He knew that he might be caught in her trap accidentally, so he replied carefully: "I remember."