In the car, Su Yutong still pulled him, "Listen to me, you must not announce that date. I have listened to you all these days, why can't you just listen to me once and promise me!"
She was finally no longer as cold as before, but her eager look now made him even more angry.
Nie Chuhang stretched out his hand to bring her to his eyes and stared at her, "Why not? You promised me, you promised to marry me!"
Su Yutong trembled slightly. She looked at him with some collapse, and burst into tears for a while.
She didn't want this, and she didn't want to regret it, but when she agreed to him, she never thought that there would be such rights and wrongs, and she didn't expect that the ugliest side of herself would be grasped in the palm of her hand.
She wanted to find the culprit, but he refused to say anything.
As a result, her trust in him can only be destroyed over time.
Her crying like this shocked Nie Chuhang.
These days, she has been extremely indifferent to him, but she has never cried like this. How much does she hate him, so that she can cry like this?
Is there any point in pushing it any further?
If he just wanted to tie someone up in this way, he admitted that he had always thought so, but now, when he saw her crying, he finally struggled more tightly in his heart.
The hand holding her arm gradually loosened, and at that moment, he felt that his heart was numb.
However, the next second, she suddenly cried and stretched out her arms to hug him.
Such a painful, aggrieved but fragile look instantly made the rock in his heart collapse.
He was a little at a loss, but more importantly, he felt distressed.
He leaned forward and hugged her tightly, keeping his palms on her back with an extremely gentle force.
He sighed, finally unable to compete with the pity in his heart, "Stop crying..."
He paused, kissed her hair, and sighed in a low voice: "I want to promise you anything, but I want to be with you, why should I let go? Tell me, why should I let you go?"
Do you have to let go?"
She kept shaking her head and huddled in his arms. Her tears gradually soaked his shirt and pressed against his chest. She actually felt a little cold.
Nie Chuhang still couldn't understand, so he hugged her tightly but said no more.
Su Yutong knew what he was thinking, and he didn't compromise with her at all.
But her offensive of tears did not change his mind.
In fact, she didn't really want to use tears to make him soften, but she couldn't bear it. The grievances over the past few days were overwhelming. She wanted to shrink into her shell forever, but he was always forcing her to stretch her head.
No matter how cold he pretends to be, there is still nothing he can do about him.
She was not happy in this line of work. She was held by his hand in a daze and looked at those cold machines without any joy or interest.
Nie Chuhang gradually felt bored.
She didn't want to go back to the company in the afternoon, so he let her do it this time, thinking that he always had to give her some time to relax, and there was no change in what he planned to do the day after tomorrow.
It wasn't until she went back in the evening that she learned from the servant that she had locked herself in her room all afternoon and never came out, and no one bothered her. She was not familiar with the people in Nie's house.
When Nie Chuhang frowned and ran upstairs, he thought it would take a while for her to open the door, but unexpectedly, the door opened as soon as he walked over.
In the room, she looked a little haggard. Nie Chuhang pursed his lips and was about to speak, but she reached out to pull him.