Yi Jian didn't seem to hear Zhong Qing's words at all. She just looked at her and asked repeatedly: "Do you believe me?"
With Yi Jian's tone, Zhong Qing was not afraid.
She closed her mouth and remained silent.
Don't even look at him.
Yes, a while ago, he said so many words to her, led her to do so many things, gave her paper flowers, and even talked about the past to her, vowing to her
, no matter what happened, he made her believe in him... He also took her to see a movie and got hurt. After watching the movie, he said that as long as he was around, her world would not change...
…
Those things are so clear and they happened not long ago.
But why, at this moment, she felt helpless.
Deep helplessness.
She just lowered her head and said nothing.
Does it matter whether you believe it or not?
You see...he won't even let her meet his second sister, how can she trust him?
Yi Jian looked at her without saying a word. He was such a perceptive person, so he knew what she was thinking in her heart.
A helpless smile appeared on his lips.
He had done so much, made so many painstaking arrangements, just to make her trust him without reservation, hand her over to him, and let him protect her bit by bit.
But now, she doesn't believe him!
He stretched out his hand, raised her head, and looked into her eyes: "Why don't you speak?"
She lowered her eyelids, her eyes were quiet, without tears or panic.
The coldness in his eyebrows became more and more intense, and even his tone became terrifyingly cold: "Huh?"
He just said one word, with a strong murderous intent!
He has never been a serious person, but when he met her, he became very serious!
He clenched his fists tightly and stared at her, with veins popping out on his forehead. That was the moment when he was really angry: "You just don't believe me? Is that right? I've done so much, you
In the end, just because I didn’t let you see Zhong Xin, you didn’t believe me?!”
When he roared angrily, he stretched out his foot and kicked away the coffee table in front of him.
He has great strength.
Suddenly he kicked the heavy coffee table to the ground.
There was a loud noise.
Xu Ang, who was standing downstairs, hurried up and shouted outside the door: "Young Marshal..."
