Chapter 103: Obedient, I can pamper you to heaven 1
This would be thousands of times more painful than cutting him to pieces with a knife.
"Nian En, do you have nothing to say?" Ding Ziqian asked heartbrokenly.
I just miss her, want to see her beautiful face, hear her gentle and sweet voice, and want to hold her tightly in my arms.
So, here he comes.
He only left a note for his parents and came all night after a long journey.
But Yu Nianen's attitude was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue, hitting his heart hard.
"You should know very well who she chose." Rong Beiming opened the car door and pushed Yu Nianen into the car.
It wasn't until the shadow of the car disappeared from sight that Ding Ziqian realized that something had happened during his absence, something that could change his relationship with Yu Nianen.
He looked back at the balcony full of flowers and plants, walked slowly to the other side of the street, and sat on the edge of the flower bed under the shade of the trees.
This street is small and somewhat secluded, with not many passing vehicles and pedestrians.
His eyes were empty, and the hard work of traveling all night and endless sadness and despair quickly surrounded him.
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"Where are you going?" Yu Nianen asked, looking at the street scene outside the car window.
"You'll know when you get there!" Rong Beiming wore sunglasses on his face, so it was hard to see what he was thinking.
In fact, he just hadn't seen this woman for a few days and was worried about it. He happened to have a social event and wanted to take her with him, so he came over. Who knew it was a coincidence that he actually bumped into Ding Ziqian.
"What are you going to do if I don't come over? Follow him?" There was a bit of disdain in his tone.
"I love him!" Yu Nianen knew that he didn't like hearing this, but there was a fire in his heart, and he wanted to ignite it with him.
Rong Beiming took off his sunglasses and threw them on the dashboard, turned his head and stared at her beautiful and deserted side face and smiled, his voice getting louder and louder, as if this was the biggest joke he had ever heard.
He raised his hand and pinched her cheek ambiguously. The delicate and smooth touch made his heart itch, like a spring breeze: "Nian En, how difficult is it to lie to me?"
"Who likes to be lied to? Do you? Sick?"
"I'm sick, or why would I come here to find you? The root of the disease is in you, and you are the guide to the medicine. Do you understand?" His words were a bit serious, but more of a joke.