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Chapter 80 Scared her?

She rejects herself? Doesn't let herself touch her? Is it because of Song Yuang?

He An had previously reported that the man's name was Song Yuang. He was the young master of the wealthy Song family, with a prominent family background and a successful career.

So she loves that man in her heart and keeps her body for that man? She is not even allowed to touch her legal husband?

Guessing this, Gu Jingchen got angrier and angrier as he thought about it, and suddenly asked angrily, "Do you have a man you love in your heart?"

"..." Nan Zhiyin was startled, a little confused.

There is no one I love in my heart.

The rejection just now was because I thought of what Han Feng did to me three years ago. I felt disgusted and nervous about such intimate things, so I resisted out of desperation.

At this moment, Nan Zhiyin didn't understand why Gu Jingchen asked like this. After collecting his thoughts, he could only answer the superficial meaning of his words, shook his head and said, "No, no."

And Nan Zhiyin's thinking just now and her denial now made Gu Jingchen directly think that she was lying.

Because I had it but didn't want to tell myself, I hesitated for a while before answering.

Thinking in his heart that what he was thinking was correct, Gu Jingchen became even more angry.

The next second, Gu Jingchen pinched Nan Zhiyin's chin again with one hand, this time with a little more force.

Nan Zhiyin felt a little uncomfortable, snorted and shook his head, but couldn't break free from Gu Jingchen's hand.

Helpless, Nan Zhiyin could only look at Gu Jingchen with difficulty.

Gu Jingchen looked at Shang Nan Zhiyin angrily and spoke coldly every word.

"Remember, you are my Gu Jingchen, my legal wife. I will never get divorced in this life, and you don't even want to marry into the wealthy Song family."

After saying that, Gu Jingchen stared at Nan Zhiyin fiercely for a while, then let him go, then turned around and strode out of the master bedroom.

After Nan Zhiyin was freed, she took a step back to slow down her breathing, and then looked at Gu Jingchen's back.

After seeing Gu Jingchen's back disappearing from the door, Nan Zhiyin thought about what he had just said and suddenly felt a little confused.

Marry into the wealthy Song family? When did you have this idea? Which wealthy Song family is it?

Puzzled, Nan Zhiyin thought about it again and suddenly thought of a person.

Song Yuang, is he... the wealthy Song family that Gu Jingchen mentioned?

Because I know only one person named Song, Song Yuang.

But I have nothing to do with Song Yuang at all. I am only with him because of work...

Thinking of this, Nan Zhiyin suddenly understood something.

Could it be said that he knew about his meeting with Song Yuang this afternoon? Or did he see it?

Thinking of this, some of the thoughts in Nan Zhiyin's mind were immediately sorted out, but back to reality, she had nothing to do with Song Yuang at all, and she didn't even know what Song Yuang's family background was like. Why did Gu Jingchen think so?

Being wronged made her feel very uncomfortable. Nan Zhiyin suddenly became emotional, angry, and muttered.

She had no intention of going to Gu Jingchen to talk or explain. Nan Zhiyin felt arrogant in her heart at the moment, so she went to lie down on the bed and prepared to read some more to sleep.

On the other side, Gu Jingchen went to the second bedroom, took a shower, and then smoked two cigarettes on the balcony. Some of the anger and boredom in his heart were dissipated, but his expression was still gloomy.

The night after that, the villa was quiet, but the two people sleeping in separate rooms had insomnia.

In the second bedroom, Gu Jingchen was lying on the bed with his eyes open, thinking about Nan Zhiyin and Song Yuang, and at the same time reflecting on himself.

Were my previous actions and words too impulsive? Did they scare her?


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