Chu Qiao sneered, but tears slipped from the corners of his eyes disobediently. His blurry eyes were staring at Meng Yanchen,

Meng Yanchen, she never understood him!

Does he care about Xu Anran, or Zhang Xiaotong in front of him? Or is there someone else she doesn't know! Who does he like? She can't understand! Can he be single-minded and only be good to the person he likes?

She was just a woman in his heart who spent money to buy, and he didn't know about her grievances. Maybe even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

"Meng Yanchen. I repeat, I don't want to apologize. I'm not wrong!" Chu Qiao only felt that his hands and feet were cold, and his body couldn't help but tremble. But she still tried her best to raise her face, met Meng Yanchen's sharp gaze, and stubbornly looked at him.

Meng Yanchen let go of Zhang Xiaotong, strode forward, and grabbed Chu Qiao's wrist: "If you do something wrong, you still have to deny it." Chu Qiao, are you really helpless to treat you?

Zhang Xiaotong was shocked, only to find that the hand holding him was long gone. She almost fell to the ground again because she suddenly lost her support. However, she could not calm the turbulent waves in her heart.

Everything in front of her, is she betting wrong?

She has known Meng Yanchen for three years. However, she had never seen Meng Yanchen emit such a big fire, and the phoenix eyes were originally cold, but at this time, the dangerous aura he exuded made her a little scared. At first, she thought that Meng Yanchen was angry because she was being bullied. However, he seemed to forget the pain in her body, and only remembered to be angry with Chu Qiao.

Could it be, Meng Yanchen already likes ...... Chu Qiao?

Zhang Xiaotong bit his thin lip unwillingly, and his eyes fell on Chu Qiao, a trace of resentment and jealousy flashed in his eyes.

Chu Qiao was pinched tightly by Meng Yanchen's fingers, it hurt very much, and she felt as if her bones were going to be crushed by him, and she didn't even need to look at it, she could probably imagine that the hand that was grabbed must have been a big piece of black and blue.

"Hurt ......"

"Do you also know that it hurts?" The corners of Meng Yanchen's mouth hooked up with a touch of mockery, but a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Wrong is wrong, apologize!"

Suddenly, Chu Qiao laughed, and his speech was a little incoherent: "Meng Yanchen, where am I wrong? Where am I wrong? Am I such a person in your heart? Apologize? Do you have to force me to apologize? I have no choice at all!" She knew that he had the means to threaten herself, but she knew that if she said to apologize, it would be tantamount to losing her last self-esteem.

"Yes!" Meng Yanchen didn't know why he was so obsessed with making her apologize, he only knew that he didn't like to be so scheming and hurt her.

Chu Qiao slowly closed his red eyes, tried all his strength, and shook off Meng Yanchen's hand.

Her hand was slashed by the raised part of his watch, and red blood flowed down the gap between her fingers and onto the beige marble bricks, like blooming roses, and filled with a sweet fishy smell.

There was no pain in the hand, no pain was felt, only something was flowing away little by little with the blood. Chu Qiao glanced at his fingers, turned over slightly, and saw the deep blood mark.

Meng Yanchen saw the blood, and suddenly realized that her face was very white, as if she was sick, and her heart seemed to have been hit by some blunt object, and there was a faint pain.

"Chu Qiao......"

Chu Qiao's apricot eyes widened, and there was a dead ash inside: "I'm sorry ......" There is no grievance, because she no longer has the last self-esteem of herself. In front of Meng Yanchen, she has never had the right to choose.

It only takes a little movement for him to fall into the abyss.