However, he stretched out his hand and took her into his arms, with a touch of warmth in his eyes. He did not speak for a long time, but slowly turned his head and glanced at He Anyuan. His eyes were already like this.
When I turned around, it changed from warm to cold.
The temperature of the entire room gradually dropped in an instant.
It was a kind of indifference.
He Anyuan could hardly stand, she felt like she was going to die... She was going to die...
Deep in her heart, the inner demon seemed to be standing up.
"Young Marshal...are you...really going to marry a wife? Who is the bride?"
He Anyuan asked knowingly, but her smile was so bleak and pale, as if she really held a glimmer of hope in her heart, and said softly: "Does she look good or not? A lady from a famous family?"
She asked a lot.
Yi Jian remained silent.
On the other hand, Zhong Qing pouted, tilted her head, and looked at He Anyuan, then at Yi Jian, and spoke slowly, in a soft and soft voice, as charming as a woman.
"Young Marshal... Miss He is talking to you."
Yi Jian's temperament still hasn't changed. When others talk to him, he doesn't take it seriously. He can't even utter a word for most of the day.
However, love is different.
That time in the ice and snow, she said that his voice was nice, but it was not good to be so indifferent. After that, every time he spoke to her, he would reply briefly or simply.
No, at this moment, Yi Jian heard her voice and immediately turned her head. Seeing Zhong Qing's eyes turn from cold to warm, she nodded gently and added: "Yeah."
After answering such words, he remained calm and had no intention of looking at He Anyuan again or talking to He Anyuan.
Naturally, Zhong Qing would not force Yi Jian to talk to He Anyuan. She was happiest when she ignored him like this. Now, it was obvious that she had stepped on her body. Seeing her in pain, she
She secretly swore that she would always hide back the life she owed her child. Naturally, she would not let her die so easily. She would torture her bit by bit...
He Anyuan grasped the handrail of the stairs tightly with both hands. She felt that all the weight of her body had been handed over to this cold and ruthless handrail.
