Chapter 849: The Young Marshal's Gift to Love [77]
He knew better than anyone how sad she would be if she knew that her second sister no longer wanted him... He couldn't bear to let her be so sad, so he would never know it for the rest of his life...
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He tilted his head and looked at the Zhuo family, slowly getting farther and farther away in his sight, getting lighter and lighter, and his expression couldn't help but drift a little further away...
It was as if that sad tragedy had nothing to do with him and Zhong Qing.
Actually, if you think about it carefully, who can be blamed for these things?
If he was said to have implicated Zhuo Ran, then how could it be that Zhuo Ran had not implicated him?
Perhaps, this is fate, there are so many threads, in the end, everything still needs to be revealed, but I don’t know if there are any secrets in this world that can really be hidden for a long, long time...
Deep in his heart, he also hid a secret from her... But one day, if she knew that secret, I don't know what she would look like...
Perhaps, sometimes, you should take her to have a look...
do you know?
Love, that is the best gift I have prepared for you...
If we can get through this incident between Zhong Xin and Zhuo Ran safely and everything calms down, then I will take you to see the gift I personally prepared for you... You must like it very much...
The car stopped steadily at the gate of the hometown.
Yi Jian pushed the door open and got out of the car, and saw Zhong Qing's small figure already appearing in the window on the second floor. She was afraid that she had heard the sound of the car, so she ran over.
She stood there and waved to him, with a little bit of excitement flying between her eyebrows.
Yi Jian smiled.
At the end of the day, those irritable moods disappeared a lot. I walked slowly towards the attic of my hometown. As soon as I reached the stairs, I saw her little body running down from the top.
She immediately threw herself into his arms: "Why did you come back so late? I've been waiting for you for a long time...I'm so hungry..."
Zhongqing rubbed his chest and said dissatisfiedly.
Yi Jian stretched out his hand, wrapped it around her waist, smelled the faint fragrance on her body, and said softly: "How long has it been since you woke up?"
