Zhang Shengcheng turned around as he spoke, walked to the hanger, and said while unbuttoning his shirt: "The root of marriage is mutual affection, but you and I not only cannot agree with each other in values, thinking, and behavior, but even the basic inner emotions cannot reach resonance. ”

Zhang Shengcheng hung the clothes on the hanger, his eyes twisted, and he looked at her and pointed to the food on the table and said, "It's useless for you to do this, I just hope you can give me freedom, I don't want anything you give me except freedom." I don't love you, whether it's when I'm at home, or when you've traveled all the way here, I've never loved you, not at all. This marriage will definitely be divorced, and I can't be a death row prisoner in this marriage for the rest of my life. ”

When he spoke, Zhang Shengcheng spoke in a flat tone and looked flat, obviously the coldest and most cruel words, but let him say the most peaceful sentence "The weather is so good today".

He was always like this to her, speaking the most tyrannical language with the lightest of expressions.

He had never lost his temper with Kang Yurong, nor had he ever yelled at her once, at first she thought it was because he had raised her, but slowly realized that he was disdainful.

Kang Yurong propped up the table with her hands, and the words just now were like a gust of night wind blowing into her bones, making her feel cold in her heart. The tears in her red eyes swirled round and round, and she bit her lower lip to keep them from falling.

She tilted her head slightly, and her sad eyes slowly crossed over, focusing on the figure lying on her back on the bed/on her back.

An orange light shot from the roof, dim and dim but extremely soft, such a warm light enveloped his body, but it still could not hide the coldness emanating from his body.

She straightened up, wiped away the tears that were about to fall with the back of her hand, her head raised, and a faint sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.

You don't love me, do you? I don't care.

I don't care.

Come on, come on!

I don't care, I don't care at all.

These meals are carefully made to please him, and he can dismiss them, but she will never fail her heart.

Sitting in a chair, picking up chopsticks, picking up the rice bowl, and taking a big bite of rice into your mouth, but the rice grains that have been sitting for a long time are really not a good taste in your mouth. As soon as the pot of potato stewed chicken was cold, it had a fishy smell, and when I ate it into my stomach, it seemed that I was even tired of my stomach.

Seeing that none of these dishes are her favorites, for him, she who does not touch the spring water with her fingers, also learns to wash her hands and make soup, but he ...... Her heart was sour, and her eyes were moist again.

She was not good at concealment, and the disguise she had barely built was just a building without foundation, and it was only a matter of moments before it collapsed.

When her emotions finally reached a critical point, she put aside the dishes and chopsticks, ran into the bathroom, closed the door, and leaned against the wall with tears pouring down.

Not care?

How can you not care?

If you really don't care, how can you poke yourself into a thousand holes word by word?

He said that he did not want this heartless and loveless marriage, but he knew how much she wanted.

He said that he was unwilling to be a death row prisoner in this marriage, but he didn't know why she wanted to struggle in this cold marriage.

In this marriage, apart from being able to control her mind and fall in love with him at first sight, what else can she decide?

Freely!

Freely!

He asked her for freedom, how could she ever have any freedom? She couldn't give the freedom he wanted, because she couldn't do anything about it.