Wen Nuan was still stunned, and the exquisite gift box had already curved and was thrown out of the window.
"Hey, Leng Yan -" Wen Nuan subconsciously ran a few steps to the window, but was suddenly blocked by his outstretched arm. His deep eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "He refuses to marry you, why are you throwing him away?"
Feeling distressed about something?”
"What do you mean?"
Wen Wen was stunned: "What does he have to do with me? I'm obviously married to you."
"What are you pretending to be?"
Leng Yan closed the window with a bang, and looked at her with a smile on his chest, "Don't tell me, you don't know anything about this marriage."
"I don't know anything to begin with, otherwise, I wouldn't know what you look like?" The deep sarcasm in his eyes made her couldn't help but retort: "I know nothing about you, and I know nothing about the Leng family.
Known."
Leng Yan narrowed his eyes, he believed her words.
At that time, she mistook him for Leng Yan's friend.
"You were originally going to marry Leng Ye, but he escaped from the marriage, so your husband will be me." He took out a cigarette from his pocket, but did not light it. He just put it under his nose and smelled it, laughing at himself.
Yixiao: "He will fight with me for good things, and he will leave bad things to me."
His voice was extremely soft, and at that moment, the warmth clearly showed the loneliness on his face.
He was cold and arrogant and always showed his brilliance to others. The expression he showed now made her feel a little distressed.
It's like a poor, unloved child who has his favorite things, but he can't fight for them. He can only stay in a daze with the old toys that others don't want.
However, although she felt that he was distressing at this time, it did not mean that she agreed with his point of view.
"I'm not something you talk about. Besides, I think the eldest brother is easy to get along with."
"Knowing people but not their hearts!" Leng Yan growled mercilessly, seemingly hurt, and sat down on the sofa in a dejected manner.
"What is going on? Can you tell me?"
Wen Nuan was shocked by him. The pain in his eyes made her unable to help but speak. She sat down next to him and looked at him sideways.
Leng Yan's heart trembled slightly. Did he see it wrong? There was actually love for him in her tone and eyes...
Very much like a person!
She used to look at him like this when he was hurt. But, after a long time, she said that was not love, that was pity...
He doesn't need mercy, not at all!
"I'm fine. You can go to sleep and I'll take a shower."
When he thought of that delicate shadow, his spine straightened, he stood up and walked straight to the bathroom.
Under the bright light, Wen Nuan saw that his fists had been clenched at some point, and the veins were pulsing. She frowned and wanted to persuade him, but the coldness radiating from his body made her afraid to step forward.