Chu Qiao laughed out loud, but tears fell from the corners of her eyes disobediently. Her blurry eyes were fixed on Meng Yanchen, Meng Yanchen, she never understood him!
Does he care about Xu Anran or Zhang Xiaotong in front of him? Or, there are others she doesn't know about! Who does he like? She can't understand! Can he be more specific and only be nice to the people he likes?
In his heart, she was just a woman he bought with money. He didn't know her grievances. Maybe even if he knew, he wouldn't care.
"Meng Yanchen. Let me say it again, I don't want to apologize. I am not wrong!" Chu Qiao felt her hands and feet were cold, and her body couldn't help but tremble. But she still tried her best to raise her face to meet Meng Yanchen's sharp gaze, stubborn
Face to face with him.
Meng Yanchen let go of Zhang Xiaotong, strode forward, and grabbed Chu Qiao's wrist: "I did something wrong, but I still deny it. Chu Qiao, do you think I really can't do anything to you? I can't deal with you?"
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Zhang Xiaotong was shocked when she realized that the hand holding her tightly was gone. She almost fell to the ground again because she suddenly lost her support. However, she could not calm down the turmoil in her heart.
Everything in front of her, was she betting wrong?
She has known Meng Yanchen for three years. However, she has never seen Meng Yanchen get so angry? Feng Yan was originally cold, but the dangerous aura he exuded now made her a little scared.
.At first she thought that Meng Yanchen was angry because she was bullied. However, he seemed to have forgotten the pain on her body and only remembered to be angry with Chu Qiao.
Could it be that Meng Yanchen already likes... Chu Qiao?
Zhang Xiaotong bit her thin lips unwillingly and cast her gaze on Chu Qiao, with a trace of resentment and jealousy flashing in her eyes.
Chu Qiao was squeezed tightly by Meng Yanchen's fingers. It was painful. It felt like her bones were about to be crushed by him. She could probably imagine that the hand that was caught must be very black and blue even without looking.
"pain……"
"You also know it hurts?" The corner of Meng Yanchen's mouth curled up with a touch of sarcasm, but a cold light flashed in his eyes: "If you are wrong, you are wrong. Apologize!"
Suddenly, Chu Qiao burst into laughter, and her words were a bit incoherent: "Meng Yanchen, where did I go wrong? Where did I go wrong? Am I this kind of person in your heart? Apologize? You must force me.
Apologize? I have no choice at all!" She knew that he had the means to threaten her, but she knew that if she apologized, it would be equivalent to losing her last self-esteem.
"Yes!" Meng Yanchen didn't know why he was so persistent in asking her to apologize. He only knew that he didn't like being so scheming and hurting her.
Chu Qiao slowly closed her red eyes and used all her strength to throw away Meng Yanchen's hand.
Her hand was severely scratched by the convex part of his watch, and the red blood flowed little by little along the gaps between her fingers onto the beige marble tiles, like roses in full bloom, filled with a sweet smell.
Sweet fishy smell.
There was no pain in her hand, and she could only feel that something was flowing away little by little along with the blood. Chu Qiao glanced at her finger, turned slightly, and saw the deep blood mark.
When Meng Yanchen saw the blood, he suddenly realized that her face was very white, as if she was sick, and her heart felt as if she had been hit with a blunt instrument, with a slight pain.
"Chu Qiao..."
Chu Qiao's apricot eyes widened and turned gray: "I'm sorry..." She was no longer aggrieved, because she had lost her last self-esteem. In front of Meng Yanchen, she never had the right to choose.
He only needs a little movement to make himself fall into the abyss.