"But you lied to me." An Jingxing's voice was cold and trembling. Her anger made her whole body uncontrollable. She was like a wounded hedgehog, facing the people around her at this moment.
Everything is very hostile.
Especially Tang Qianrong.
Tang Qianrong could not refute An Jingxing's accusation. After all, it was indeed true.
But other than that, there is nothing false about his feelings for her, but at this moment, he cannot tell all this, because he knows very well that when a person is angry, especially when he learns that someone else has deceived her.
Sometimes, no matter what the other person says, she will deny it.
Whether true or false.
At this time, he can only speak less, because the less he speaks, the less wrong he may feel in her heart.
Seeing that he didn't answer, An Jingxing was momentarily overwhelmed by anger. She looked at the face she had been facing for the past few months, and it was indeed strikingly similar to the masked man in her memory.
She had doubts, but this man made her dispel her doubts. From this alone, we could see how deep and thoughtful his thoughts were, and how much more had he lied to her?
An Jingxing knew before that this man had always concealed something from her. She found that she fell in love with him, and he was really good to her, so at that time she thought, if this man
The man really didn't do anything to feel sorry for himself.
Or, even if she did it, as long as she didn't let herself know, she would never get to the bottom of it.
Because she was not that kind of woman in the first place, but she never thought at that time that the truth he concealed would be so hurtful. What he concealed was his true self, and the real Tang Qianrong was exactly the one she hated so much.
With thoughts in her mind, An Jingxing felt that as long as she stood in front of Tang Qianrong, she wanted to tear this man to pieces. She needed to calm down, and she needed to find a place to be alone.
As soon as this thought flashed through her mind, An Jingxing turned around and planned to leave the room. However, at the moment she turned around to leave, Tang Qianrong noticed her thoughts, suddenly stood up and walked out from behind the desk.
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His legs were very long and his steps were very long. He caught up with An Jingxing in a few steps and grabbed her arm.
"No matter what you do, don't leave here, in front of me. Whether you want to hit me or scold me, it's up to you. Don't run away from me, don't leave me."
Tang Qianrong's voice was deep and a bit cold. An Jingxing could no longer control her emotions and expressions, but looking at the man in front of her with his calm and composed face, she felt furious and unbearable.
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She shook her arm twice hard, but still couldn't shake off his grip. Tears slid down from the corners of her eyes uncontrollably. She had no choice but not wanting to cry in front of him, so she bit him in anger.
The hand holding his wrist.
An Jingxing bit hard, and soon he felt liquid escaping from the bloody wound under his teeth. His breath was filled with a strong smell of blood, but Tang Qianrong did not let go.
He still held her tightly. Tang Qianrong said nothing, but he knew very well that if he let her go...
