The Locked Marriage in the Rich Family

Sun Qinghe on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "what are you going to do about An'an?"

When it comes to An'an, I can't help breathing. Blood all over my body surges to the top of my head. I clench my fingers tightly. My sharp nails poke into my palms, leaving a circle of ugly marks, but I can't feel the pain at all.

"Do you want an an to live with Zhao Tianyi in the future?" When sun Qinghe saw that I didn't respond, he asked again.

I lowered my head, voice hoarse: "is Ann don't want to see me."

At the thought of Ann's resistance to me and the cold words from Ann's mouth, bursts of pain came to my heart, which made me almost unable to stand.

Sun Qinghe sighed softly and said in a low voice, "if you want An'an to live with you, I can help you."

"How can I help you?" I was shocked as if I saw the last straw.

"I'll help you." Sun Qinghe said in a deep voice: "as long as it is what you want to do, I will help you complete it."

He seemed to reassure me and remind himself that I lowered my eyelids and didn't respond. Hang up the phone, my chest is like a big stone pressed in general, almost let me can't breathe.

After staring at the scene all day, I was so tired that I didn't even have the strength to move a finger. I fell on the bed and wanted to sleep like this.

"Really, I want to talk to you." There was a knock at the door, and a low voice came.

I turned my head and looked at the sound. It was Yin Jingtian standing at the door. His eyes were red and his hair was messy. It seemed that he had just woken up.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" I could see the gravity on the surface of yinjingtian. I propped up and asked softly.

He said, "I'll wait for you in the study."

With these words, Yin Jingtian turned his head and left. I looked at his left back, kept silent for a moment, and dragged his tired steps to the study.

"What about Linlin? Isn't she at home? " I sat opposite to Yin Jingtian and asked

Yin Jingtian stretched out his hand to rub his temple. His face was tired and his voice was hoarse and rough: "really, I want the shares in your mother's name."

He spoke abruptly, without beating around the Bush, and said it directly.

I was stunned for a moment, staring at him, eyes filled with a complex look: "why do you want her shares?"

Whether Mr. Zhao or Mr. Yin Jingtian, everyone wants to get Qin Lian's shares. I'm very curious about the magic of the shares, which will fascinate people.

"Because that share should have been Linlin." Yin Jingtian slapped the table heavily, his scarlet eyes staring at me, word by word, harshly said.

I seldom see Yin Jingtian angry. He stares at me with such a ferocious face. I'm still scared. My heart almost jumps out of my chest.

"It belongs to Linlin and should not fall into the hands of outsiders." Yin Jingtian seems to be aware of his overreaction. He closes his eyes. When he opens his eyes, his anger has disappeared. He speaks in a dumb voice.

I don't know if it's my illusion. When Yin Jingtian said this, his eyes seemed to fall on me. What he said should be me.

With this understanding in my heart, I felt a little uncomfortable, like a thorn stuck in my heart.

"So, really, I hope you can get the shares and return what belongs to Linlin to her." Yin Jingtian leaned forward, his eyes shining, staring at me, whispered, vaguely mixed with three points of prayer.

I lowered my eyelids and murmured, "the shares don't belong to me, let alone I can get them."

Qin Lian's attitude is very obvious. Obviously, she won't give me shares.

"She will give you the shares. She owes you. She will leave them to you." Yinjing Tianmu was staring at me, saying word by word.

Maybe it was Yin Jingtian who said that he was too sure, or his words shocked me, and it took me a long time to recover. Why is Qin Lian sure to give me the shares? Why does she owe me?

Yin Jingtian saw that I didn't respond for a long time. He reached for my hand, slowed down his tone, and said in a low voice: "I beg you, you must get the shares, and never let the shares fall into the hands of outsiders."

He grabbed my hand a little hard, my hand hurt badly, subconsciously want to pull back his arm, but yinjingtian clenched more tightly. The hot pain from the place he touched almost burned the skin on the back of my hand.

I know the meaning of Yin Jingtian's words. He doesn't want me to trade with Mr. Zhao after I get the shares. It's just a pain in my heart when I think of An'an.

"I'm sorry, it has nothing to do with me, and I can't promise you." I lowered my head, not looking at Yin Jingtian's face at the moment, and said in a dull voice.Although I don't know what idea Yin Jingtian is up to, if I can get the shares, the only thing I can do is to let An'an come back.

Yin Jingtian's face suddenly became ugly. He gave me a deep look and suddenly gave me a sneer. His face was a bit ferocious. It seemed that he had some unspeakable horror.

I feel shivering inexplicably. My goose bumps are all over me. I swallow my saliva nervously and escape subconsciously. But my hand is held tightly by yinjingtian and I can't move for half a minute.

"Sedum..." I held myself up and spoke in a hoarse voice.

Yin Jingtian frowned and subconsciously let go of my hand. He seemed to realize that he had lost his manners and said in a low voice: "it's me who embarrassed you. Just think I never mentioned it to you."

The place where my arm was held by yinjingtian left a ring of red marks. It looked a little frightening. I forced a smile on my face and said in a low voice, "if you're OK, I'll go back to my room."

With these words, I could not ignore the response of Yin Jingtian and ran away.

Back in the room, my back against the door, panic, heart almost beat out of the chest. Just now, Yin Jingtian's eyes were too terrible to look at me. Even now, in retrospect, I still feel that something bad will happen.

As soon as I close my eyes, yinjingtian looks ferocious. I've never seen him look like that. It makes me feel scared and scared. It makes me feel strange. It's totally different from yinjingtian in my impression. It's like a devil running out of hell.