From being angry but still giving her room for choice, then from disappointment and pain to despair and cruelty.
——I am here to inherit you and let you think clearly about our future.
——I suddenly realized that you were right. Our marriage was lacking in consideration and our love was not mature.
——It is good not to get married, it is good not to get married.
He has never been a talkative person, and he explained his thoughts after a few words.
Because you are so cruel to me, I am just repaying you now.
If you don't want me, then I will care about you no matter how much.
He made a brand new decision.
He doesn't want her anymore.
Lin Qianqian rushed forward, threw herself into the man's arms again, hugging him tightly, and cried even more sadly.
She knew he wasn't kidding, he had always been a ruthless person, and he said the same thing.
If you love, you will love it vigorously and passionately. If you don’t love it, you will not be dragged on.
Her tears wet his clothes and stuck to his skin through her cold shirt.
It was hot, burning Yan Mubei's beating heart.
He looked ahead buzzingly, letting her cry unrestrainedly, but frowned slightly, as if he was a little unhappy.
"You said you would indulge me and change me. You said you only love me, but now? Don't you even give me a chance?" She choked and hugged his waist and rubbed him.
, more coquettish than ever: "Do you have the heart to treat me like this? Yan Mubei, I know you love me, I know you are just angry, please, please don't do this."
"…..." The man was silent.
He found that he was the only one who was nervous about her before, and he was the only one who would rush her to beg her.
Unexpectedly... there will be a day when feng shui will rotate.
But why is he unhappy?
"Please don't be angry anymore, please don't want me, you can do whatever you want me to do."
That was a kind of fear, unprecedented fear.
Fear of losing him, fear of losing his favorite in this life.
She finally understood what it felt like.
That is the sorrow that gently cuts through your heart with the tip of the knife.
Yan Mubei frowned even more. When did the little princess he loved so humble and beg for someone?
Even he had never asked for it, but at this moment she begged him.
He looked at the bodyguard standing there and narrowed his eyes: "I asked you to send Miss Lin out, are you stupid?"
His voice was very loud and cold.
"Yes, Young Master Yan." The two bodyguards trembled in fear and hurriedly walked forward to pull Lin Qianqian: "Miss Lin, please."
They pulled Lin Qianqian, who was holding Yan Mubei tightly, but they couldn't pull it away.
After all, having been living in the Yan family villa, I naturally know the importance of Lin Qianqian.
Everyone can see the indulgence and love of women in the past, but they dared not take it seriously at this time.
Besides, Lin Qianqian was pestering Yan Mubei, crying so hard that her whole body was trembling, so pitiful and sad.
What a beautiful woman, no man can bear it when he sees it.
"No, don't touch me, I don't want to leave." The woman twisted her body, just refused to let go of her hand.
After a few quarrels, Yan Mubei seemed even more upset. He raised his eyebrows with a heroic spirit, and then he held Lin Qianqian's arm with both hands and pulled it.
He pushed her away from his arms and shook her hard.
Lin Qianqian cried violently, and the white light was shook in front of her. She was uncontrollably cut to the ground.