Wen Jiaren shook her head, but the next second, the man strangled her neck severely: "Tell me the real reason, Wen Jiaren, don't challenge my patience..."
Wen Jiaren's heart was tugged hard, her lips opened and closed, and finally she said feebly: "Li Nian, I hate Shaohua, she made me lose Ye Feng, I know she likes you, that's why I hugged you
I came to you with my mentality, but at that time I..."
When Li Nian heard this, he suddenly interrupted Wen Jiaren: "Are these true?"
The man's voice was flat and monotonous, without any emotional ups and downs.
"Listen to me, Li Nian..." Wen Jiaren bit her lower lip tightly, looking a little anxious.
"I just ask you to answer honestly. Are the things you just said true? Are they absolutely true? What are you thinking in your heart?"
Li Nian once guessed that this reason was very likely, but he didn't expect that when he heard it, he couldn't accept it.
"That was the beginning..."
Wen Jiaren tried to explain.
However, Li Nian did not give her any chance. Instead, he interrupted her and asked: "I just want to know the result. Just tell me, yes, or no! I don't want to hear anything else."
Wen Jiaren's face turned pale, and she closed her eyes gently.
After a long while, he nodded.
When Li Nian saw the woman's movements, his expression suddenly became a little complicated.
The veins on his forehead jumped suddenly.
A variety of emotions suddenly appeared in his eyes.
indifferent.
despair.
Excruciating pain.
disappointment.
Thin and cool.
It's like an illusion, changing rapidly.
In the end, it turned into Wen Jiaren's figure.
All he could see was her.
It's unbelievably gentle.
Li Nian smiled in a low voice, his smile was endearing, just like when two people are deeply in love.
There is no difference.
His voice was a little deeper, and he spoke softly: "...So, everything in the past two years was part of your strict plan?"
