"..." An Moran's tears suddenly stopped, and she just stared at the sweet photo of the two of them on the wall. Finally, she understood why Chen's mother had such a ghostly expression when she saw her.
He must have not seen her for so many years. Even the servant thought the woman in the photo was a dead person...
After a long time, he looked away from the photo and looked at Gong Shaoming blankly.
Did he ask him about it? Is this what he meant?
An Moran suddenly lowered his eyes...
Perhaps Gong Shaoming knew what he wanted from the beginning, but he overlooked that the Gong family was not a family that would accept rejection if it was rejected.
As long as you have the blood of the Gong family flowing through your body, you will never gain true freedom.
Gong Shaoming, who has seen the Gong Parents and Elders Association, knows this better than An Moran.
Back then, Mr. Gong was rejected by Gong Shaoming, but that did not mean that the Presbyterian Council would accept the rejection. Those old men were stubborn and pedantic. With the NDA test report in hand, it was impossible for them to allow the blood of the Gong family to be leaked.
Gong Laoshang will take care of Fu's mother's safety, but others will not.
Not everyone in the Gong family is looking forward to Gong Shaoming's return...
As long as Gong Shaoming has a weakness, no matter which force he falls into the hands of, his life cannot be decided by him...
"I'm tired, can I go back?"
Suddenly, An Moran spoke coldly, his voice was light but with a hint of coldness.
Her demeanor was like a knife cutting into Gong Shaoming's heart. Her eyes were wide open in disbelief, and her big hands at her side were clenched into fists, making a crunching sound.
He had imagined all An Moran's reactions when he saw this room, but he did not expect the scene in front of him.
Her indifference is so cold that it makes people feel chilling...
Gong Shaoming felt like he was back to the day she broke up with him. No matter how hard he looked, he couldn't see the world in her eyes...
"It's just that, An Moran, your heart is made of stone, and the stone should be warmed by it!"
Gong Shaoming had a cold face, his black starry eyes were full of anger, his arms tightly grasped An Moran's shoulders, clamping her shoulder blades hard, with an expression as if he wanted to eat someone.
He couldn't completely forget An Moran's betrayal back then, but he couldn't let go of her hand. He tried every means to get back at An Moran, but he just wanted to see his presence in her eyes, even if it was hatred!
"That can only mean that my heart is harder than a stone. What happened in the past has already happened. It can be changed without working hard to atone. You said this. You can't let go of the hatred in your heart, so you will retaliate against me again and again. , now that the goal has been achieved, can you let me go?"
An Moran analyzed each word in a coherent manner, hiding the trembling of her fingertips behind her back.
Gong Shaoming gritted his teeth, "You shouldn't hide your hands behind your back if you are so hard-hearted. An Moran, I told you not to try to hide your little moves in front of me. Every one of them, every one of them, I will not miss!"
"..." An Moran stared at the roaring Gong Shaoming with his eyes widened, and his tears fell unexpectedly and hit the ground.
Before she could make a move, Gong Shaoming reached out and pressed her tightly to her chest.
A low voice sounded above the head, "An Moran, you obviously can't let me go, why are you still insisting on it? If you really don't care, why are you crying?"
"..." An Moran said nothing, but put his hands around Gong Shaoming's strong waist and gave him a response.
