Gu Nianchen, Gu Nianchen, if it were something else, she would definitely be able to tolerate it, but...he doesn't love her. His kindness to her is all because of other women, so what else do they have to talk about?
"What did I do?" She bit her pale and bloodless lips tightly and replied with a trembling voice. Her throat was a little clogged, and she suddenly felt aggrieved.
"You..." Gu Nianchen's black eyes tightened. Seeing her panic, his heart tightened a little, "I know you feel wronged, but..."
"Who has been wronged?" Cen Zhiqiao suddenly raised her head and looked straight over with clear eyes. Looking at Gu Nianchen's angular face, she smiled sadly: "Gu Nianchen, you are too pretentious. I am a substitute, a substitute.
How can I have feelings?"
"Cen Zhiqiao!" He didn't like her mentioning those three words again and again. Gu Nianchen's face, which had just softened, darkened again: "Don't let me hear those three words again."
Suddenly she felt funny. It was obviously a fact, but she was not allowed to say: "Gu Nianchen, even if you are the mayor, how can you control what my freedom is?"
"So? Are you going to fight me to the end now?" After successfully touching his bottom line, Gu Nianchen spoke coldly, and received a noncommittal smile from Cen Zhiqiao: "How dare I do that? Now I only hope for Gu Shi
Give me a happy life so that I can take advantage of my youth and find a home as soon as possible."
Gu Nianchen narrowed his eyes and looked at her dangerously. He pressed his fingers on her shoulders and suddenly said, "You want to leave me? Cen Zhiqiao, who gave you the right to have such an idea?"
Cen Zhiqiao frowned slightly in pain, but refused to speak. He just clenched his fists at his side, then smiled charmingly: "My heart is mine too, Mayor Gu, you can't control it."
"Okay, very good!" He even said "good", but there was no hint of joy in his tone. On the contrary, his black eyes were slightly red and full of blood, like an angry head.
Lions exude danger everywhere.
"But Cen Zhiqiao, you seem to have forgotten that it was I who proposed the marriage, and it is I who have the final say whether to let you go or not." His slender fingers slid across her face, and then he tucked the hair behind her ears.
It was obviously such a gentle action, but the depression in his eyes suddenly appeared.
"I can't control your heart, but your people, before I agree, can only stay here and don't even think about divorce."