Brother Zhuo, you were really kind to me in those years. I believe you really loved me and pampered me. I will never forget those days, and I don’t intend to forget them. Those memories are an important part of my life.
I loved you, loved you deeply..."
Loved is past tense.
Dong Zhuo's throat choked up, and he held her face, almost blocking her lips.
But Ziyang turned her head faster, "But Brother Zhuo, those are already my past tense, and you are just my past tense. My future is Fu Hong, and he is the future I decide to hold hands with now.
Not you."
Although she doesn't know Fu Hong well, she is willing to create a future with him.
That person, indescribably, could give her a very solid feeling.
A woman never wants much from a man. She doesn't need to pamper her as much as Dong Zhuo does. She only needs to give her a sense of security.
Yes, all she wants is a sense of completeness.
Dong Zhuo had never given her this, but Fu Hong marked her as Fu Hong's wife from the very beginning and gave her a home, a home she longed for.
He didn't need to do anything else at all, this alone was enough to make her feel at ease.
In this world, there are many men who fall in love with women; but how many will actually marry a woman home?
At least Dong Zhuo, whom she loved deeply, never gave her this.
"Brother Zhuo, please let me go." She didn't have any resentment, she just looked at him seriously: "If you really want me to be happy, just let me go and let me return to my own place.
Let me go back to my husband. Brother Zhuo, you are already the father of two children. How can you just say divorce and divorce? Where will your son go? They are not wrong, what is their fault? "
These words were like a heavy cannonball, instantly blowing a soft corner of Dong Zhuo's heart into pieces.
He suddenly turned his head to the window, thinking of his several-month-old son. His smile was very sweet, as clean as an angel.
Dong Zhuo clenched his fist and shook it for a while without saying a word.
"Brother Zhuo, let it go. You didn't cherish me. You've already made a mistake once. Do you want to make the same mistake again and again and let down another woman who relies on you?"
"Actually, I don't want to speak for Yuan Xiaoqiao. In fact, I hate her very much, but you have already failed me. Do you want to fail Yuan Xiaoqiao again?"
"Brother Zhuo, how many women do you have to let down in your life before you wake up?"
"Stop talking! I won't change my mind. You know my personality." The expression on Dong Zhuo's face gradually disappeared, leaving only a cold look on his face: "Yuan Xiaoqiao, I have never loved her."
"But you married her, didn't you? Brother Zhuo, you keep saying you love me, but have you married me? No matter what the reason was, the moment you decided to marry her and abandon me, it proved that you are not what you thought you were.
You love me so much, in other words, Brother Dong, in fact you don’t love me at all, you just have a strong possessive desire for me, and it’s your possessive desire that causes the trouble!” Zi Yang said clearly to him.
The car has arrived at the private airport.
Dong Zhuo secretly clenched his fists and smiled coldly.
"Yangyang, no matter what you say now or how you use the provoking method, it will be ineffective."