383. Chapter 382: 382 Not even qualified to say love
She pushed him away hard and jumped out of bed without thinking. The sharp pain in the sole of her foot reminded her of everything that happened last night. She said coldly: "Mr. Mu, I really don't feel well."
Mu Chengfeng sat up slowly, and the expression on his extremely handsome face instantly dimmed. He felt this woman's inexplicable hatred for him.
He has long been used to her hatred.
Whether she hates it or not, the outcome is already doomed.
"You're angry." His tone was very calm, and he looked at her very intently.
It is undeniable that when he is focused, he will give people an irresistible charm.
Ning Yazhi mocked: "Do I have that qualification?"
"Of course you do." The tone was very calm but also very sure.
She was slightly startled, thinking that she had heard wrongly. What did he say? Did she have the right to be angry with him? Only now did she realize that Mu Chengfeng was not angry at the rejection just now, and his expression was so calm that it was even a bit cordial.
Is he kind?
Ning Yazhi, are you out of your mind? How can he be kind? He is basically a devil, right? The more indifferent he is every time, it means she will be in bad luck.
Mu Chengfeng licked his lips lazily: "As for your question last night, it seems that I haven't answered you yet."
Yesterday’s question?
Her eyes were full of doubts. What did she ask him last night? She only remembered the moment when he threw the vase at her and the vase hit her forehead. All her consciousness went away from her. She had no idea what she was doing until she was later He was driven crazy, and then he didn't know what was thrown at him.
She only remembered that she was scarred, and she really couldn't remember what else she had said last night.
"I love you." The tone was very calm, but the voice was very charming. His eyes suddenly looked at her with radiance.
I love you.
Love, in Ning Yazhi's mind, is a sacred and wasteful word. Only those who want to love that person wholeheartedly can say that word.
Therefore, she was stunned for a moment, thinking that she had not heard clearly. It turned out that the person suffering from mental disorder was not her, but Mu Chengfeng.
Mu Chengfeng looked at her confused expression, smiled faintly, and repeated: "I love you, Ning Yazhi."
Ning Yazhi's chest filled with unprecedented anger and insult. She wanted to sneer, but she couldn't. She just didn't understand, how on earth was he going to let her go?
He even wants to play with her with love. Does he really think she is so easy to deceive?
What qualifications does a person like him have to talk about love? Does he think that love is like killing someone? If you want to love, you can love, but if you don't want to love, you can't love? Or does he think that once he says he loves, it means he will do whatever he wants to her?
Sorry, she really can't bear it.
She said in a very cold voice: "Mr. Mu, is your life too boring? Or have you exhausted your ability to torture people, so you want to have sex? I'm sorry, our deal is just to let me be yours." Mistress, I cannot afford your love."
Mu Chengfeng's eyes gradually condensed, and the curve of his lips became as cold as ever.
He smiled faintly: "It turns out that I am so unbearable in your mind that I am not even qualified to talk about love, right?"
Ning Yazhi blurted out without even thinking: "That's right."
There was a sharp look in his eyes, mixed with an unnoticeable hurt. His pride and always-high self-esteem felt hurt for the first time.
The pain was worse than the pain, and I even felt a hand ruthlessly tearing open the wound, and thick and bright blood came out.
But the next moment, he smiled. She pushed him away hard and jumped out of bed without thinking. The sharp pain in the sole of her foot reminded her of everything that happened last night. She said coldly: "Mr. Mu, I really don't feel well."
Mu Chengfeng sat up slowly, and the expression on his extremely handsome face instantly dimmed. He felt this woman's inexplicable hatred for him.
He has long been used to her hatred.
Whether she hates it or not, the outcome is already doomed.
"You're angry." His tone was very calm, and he looked at her very intently.
It is undeniable that when he is focused, he will give people an irresistible charm.
Ning Yazhi mocked: "Do I have that qualification?"
"Of course you do." The tone was very calm but also very sure.
She was slightly startled, thinking that she had heard wrongly. What did he say? Did she have the right to be angry with him? Only now did she realize that Mu Chengfeng was not angry at the rejection just now, and his expression was so calm that it was even a bit cordial.
Is he kind?
Ning Yazhi, are you out of your mind? How can he be kind? He is basically a devil, right? The more indifferent he is every time, it means she will be in bad luck.
Mu Chengfeng licked his lips lazily: "As for your question last night, it seems that I haven't answered you yet."
Yesterday’s question?
Her eyes were full of doubts. What did she ask him last night? She only remembered the moment when he threw the vase at her and the vase hit her forehead. All her consciousness went away from her. She had no idea what she was doing until she was later He was driven crazy, and then he didn't know what was thrown at him.
She only remembered that she was scarred, and she really couldn't remember what else she had said last night.
"I love you." The tone was very calm, but the voice was very charming. His eyes suddenly looked at her with radiance.
I love you.
Love, in Ning Yazhi's mind, is a sacred and wasteful word. Only those who want to love that person wholeheartedly can say that word.
Therefore, she was stunned for a moment, thinking that she had not heard clearly. It turned out that the person suffering from mental disorder was not her, but Mu Chengfeng.
Mu Chengfeng looked at her confused expression, smiled faintly, and repeated: "I love you, Ning Yazhi."
Ning Yazhi's chest filled with unprecedented anger and insult. She wanted to sneer, but she couldn't. She just didn't understand, how on earth was he going to let her go?
He even wants to play with her with love. Does he really think she is so easy to deceive?
What qualifications does a person like him have to talk about love? Does he think that love is like killing someone? If you want to love, you can love, but if you don't want to love, you can't love? Or does he think that once he says he loves, it means he will do whatever he wants to her?
Sorry, she really can't bear it.
She said in a very cold voice: "Mr. Mu, is your life too boring? Or have you exhausted your ability to torture people, so you want to have sex? I'm sorry, our deal is just to let me be yours." Mistress, I cannot afford your love."
Mu Chengfeng's eyes gradually condensed, and the curve of his lips became as cold as ever.
He smiled faintly: "It turns out that I am so unbearable in your mind that I am not even qualified to talk about love, right?"
Ning Yazhi blurted out without even thinking: "That's right."
There was a sharp look in his eyes, mixed with an unnoticeable hurt. His pride and always-high self-esteem felt hurt for the first time.
The pain was worse than the pain, and I even felt a hand ruthlessly tearing open the wound, and thick and bright blood came out.