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"Those who don't know are not guilty, stop it. ”

Chapter Eighty-Nine: Are You Sure You Don't Leave Me?

Several people were stunned for a moment, and looked at Jiang Kuo, whose face was still pale, and the sound of snapping sounded one after another.

I was speechless for a moment, and these people seemed to listen only to him. There is no doubt that these storefronts are his property, and judging from the words and deeds of everyone, they all respect and fear him.

"Didn't you hear Madame?" he said coldly, with a hint of majesty, calling back to my thoughts.

When a few people heard it, they didn't seem to know what he was talking about, so they only stopped the movements in their hands, and said again and again at a loss, "Thank you, young master, and Mrs. for your kindness!"

"Get out. ”

A few people got up as if they had been amnestied, stumbled back, and held the account book in a small second-hand shop behind them, and the boss twisted his ears and withdrew after a little hesitation.

There were only two of us left on the entire floor, the tables and chairs around us were empty, and I didn't know where the guests had just gathered had gone.

The air was so still.

Until the slightly familiar screams rang out outside.

"Ahh

I subconsciously turned my head, only to realize that looking down from this window was the crowd that had not yet dispersed.

At this moment, the poor man was struggling between the fists and feet of several powerful men in black, and the faces that occasionally peeked out from between them were already covered with blood, mixed with dust, and dirty.

The woman had somehow sat up, trembling with her child in her arms.

"Ahh

The terrible screams are heart-wrenching, but the person on the other side seems to be unconscious.

He wasn't watching me, but I had no doubt that my every move was under his control.

I didn't dare to show the slightest disapproval, let alone show my over-exuberant sympathy.

The boss really has a heart, and even makes a lot of tea.

I lifted one of the pots, filled the cup with seven points, and reached out to put it on the other side, "Good dragon well before the rain." ”

Unexpectedly, the teapot in his hand was taken away in the next moment.

"Don't drink this tea again. ”

His eyes were so penetrating that I felt a sense of emptiness, remembering the day we first met, he seemed to see me filling the blog post with the scene of the dragon well before the rain.

Although the memories are not very good, I still prefer this tea.

But I just obediently said, "Okay." ”

He seemed to be in a better mood, and turned his head to look at the scene outside the window, the screams outside were still sharp, but there was no trace of emotion in his dark eyes.

After a long silence, he seemed to fall into deep thought again, and just as I was about to do something more, he suddenly spoke, his eyes staring out blankly, "I can see it every time you think of him, because your expression ...... Not as gentle as you. ”

I was stunned.

"You can't even pretend?"

His tone was almost painful and helpless, and I subconsciously wanted to say something, but he didn't give me a chance to hide it, and then said the next sentence, "In your heart, I am a heinous person?"

I was speechless for a moment.

He laughed self-deprecatingly, "In your heart, only Guo Bowen is spotless in this world." ”

As he spoke, he picked up a pot of wine and poured himself a drink.

I don't know what suddenly made him so unhappy, before that, even before we stood in the "reunion mooncake", he was gentle and happy.

It's like a different person all of a sudden.

He beat people just to use the topic to express his dissatisfaction.

Because when the mother and son were brought over by his men, I clearly felt that the people around me were very warm, and I even thought that he would think about how to help them.

I thought of the blog post and made him so upset? So what? Should I believe what he said? There was a small sneer in my heart.

I pressed his hand, "I can't go any further." ”

"Why not?" After a moment's pause, his hand easily broke free and drank the wine from the glass.

"It's going to die. I continued to reach out to stop him.

"It's just a dead man," he said sarcastically, "and you think I'm like your pure 'Brother Bowen'?"

I was stunned, his voice was full of anger, and people unconsciously thought that the person in front of me had ended many lives.

"Scared?" he scoffed, his eyes not looking at me, "your hands are shaking. ”

If it weren't for the flash of hurt in his eyes, I might have rightly discussed with him that all human beings are equal. Thankfully I didn't.

The hand under the sleeve was tangled for a long time, and the screams of the people downstairs were getting quieter and quieter, and I told myself not to make him angry.

I looked at him seriously, "You seem to be in a bad mood today." ”

"Hmph, do you still care if I'm in a good mood or not?" he snorted coldly, indifferent.

"Did I you off?" I asked tentatively.

His drinking hand stopped, and one eye slanted over him. But he didn't speak.

I'm almost sure, "How did I you off?"

"You want to know?" there was a glint in his eyes.

"Hmm. I nodded sincerely.

"Why?"

Why?

"I don't want to you off. ”

"Is it because I'm angry and I'm like a devil?"

"It's not. ”

"Why is that?"

"It scares people away. ”

"Are you worried that I will betray my relatives?" his tone was already warm.

“…… Well. ”

"Are you afraid of me?"

“…… OK. "If he doesn't threaten me with something else, I'm not afraid.

“…… So you're going to leave me like they did?" he pointed with his chin to the people who had just been scared downstairs by him.

“…… No. "I'm not going to leave like them, because my relationship with him is not that simple.

"Why?"

“…… Because you are my husband. ”

"Are you sure?" his voice rose slightly, showing his master's cheerful and uncertain aura.

"Huh?"

"Are you sure you won't leave me?"

"If you drive me away. ”

"No, I can't. He suddenly grabbed my hand and looked at me with firm and eager eyes, "Even if I drive you away, you are not allowed to go." ”

"......" is so domineering.

"Promise me. ”

“…… Good. ”

"Heh," he chuckled, leaning back back in his chair, "Actually, I don't usually be so cruel, especially with my men and guests. Do you know why today?" he gestured below.

"Because he said something you don't like?"

"Because I found out that a lot of people were spying on you, and because you looked at me...... Makes me feel alienated, distant, and feels like you don't belong to me. He paused, "I'm going to kill them and make sure you belong to me." ”

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Because I don't feel secure, I will be obsessed with getting promises over and over again. But how many of the promises we have received can be fulfilled?