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This is the only way......

"Huh...... Hehe...... Hahaha......"

Jiang Chufan buried his head in her arm and smiled slowly, becoming more and more rampant and bitter......

"Hmm!"

She snorted, and in a whirlwind, she had been suppressed by Jiang Chufan on the dining table, and the remaining tableware and plates had already been swept to the ground, and she only heard an end to it. Jiang Chufan was still pinching her neck, but this time he really used his strength, and the violence in his eyes was about to engulf her entire body.

"Zhuo Meng...... You're wrong, there are other ...... besides the way you said."

His face was so close to her that she could hear his breathing so clearly, she didn't dare look at his face, her eyes closed, her lips quivering. And he looked at her face clearly, with affection, with resentment, and with the pleasure of torturing her.

"If we don't remarry, we can still go to bed, and wouldn't it be faster and less troublesome to give you my seeds directly!"

Jiang Chufan's last note floated gently in Zhuo Meng's ears, and his words surrounded her like a curse, and when she opened her eyes, her eyes were already full of despair of falling into hell. He watched her expression, the corners of his mouth curled in a wicked arc, and the hand he held on her neck gradually loosened, and along the curve of her body, he stroked it with his index finger, while his other hand still tightly circled her wrist, making her unable to move. He drew close to her, his breath burning on her face, his lips pecking a little and a little along her chin, a little worship.

"Don't!"

I don't know where the strength came from, Zhuo Meng pushed Jiang Chufan away from her body, sat up straight, her lips trembled and turned white.

He was so angry that he pulled her rudely, he held her in his arms and kissed her fiercely, no matter how much she struggled, he wouldn't let go.

Jiang Chufan...... Woo...... Let go...... Let go! ”

In the interval between breathing she intermittently ordered him to let go, but it was of no use to him, and she slapped his solid shoulder, her eyes wide open, frightened and angry. He kissed her with all his might, biting her lip with his teeth, until he tasted the blood, and he gradually lightened his strength. He licked the blood from her lips and pecked and kissed her lips, and he was reluctant to leave. Against her forehead, his breathing was not yet steady, his eyes were closed, and his words were still hoarse with lust.

"Zhuo Meng...... Come back to me, you want my child...... Just come back to me. ”

She didn't speak, she was silent, the cold liquid fell on his arm, even through the suit he could still feel the coldness of the liquid, and it was clear. When he opened his eyes, he pulled away some distance, and Zhuo Meng burst into tears in front of him, and all the tears fell on his arm. He stroked her face, trying to wipe away the tears, but there were too many for him to touch. Holding her face, his eyes drooped and full of pain.

"Why...... Is it that hard to get back to me? ”

She was looking at him too, tears still streaming from her eyes.

"I don't want to...... Jiang Chufan, I can't promise you on this condition, let me go, give me a child, I will give you whatever you want, including my life. ”

She didn't agree to that condition, heh! …… He let go of the hand holding her face and stepped back feebly, looking at her, desperate and paranoid.

"Roll ......"

His words were so light that she didn't even hear them clearly.

"I told you to get out of the way, did you hear it?"

His hand suddenly swept over the ornaments beside him, and those things all hit Zhuo Meng's body. This time, she heard his words clearly.

Wiping the tears from her face, she took the leather bag that was thrown on the ground, and with tears in her eyes, she forced herself up and walked out of the private room.

After she left, Jiang Chufan kicked on the table leg, clenched his hands into fists, and slammed the table again.

"Ahh …….”

She can promise him anything, except to return to his side, hehe...... What a ridiculous deal, what a sad condition. He doesn't need anything from her, and he doesn't need her life. What he wanted...... It's always been her Zhuo Meng.

……

When Zhuo Meng returned to the cabin, the lights in the room were still on, although the light was dim, but when it shone into her heart, it was warm.

He hadn't slept yet, he was lying on the desk, he was still busy working on the day's papers. Just returned to China, Uncle Miyano must have given him a lot of work, although the gloomy cloud on his brow was concealed, he was still tired, but she ignored it, she didn't help him, and she didn't even say a word of comfort to him.

She approached him gently, walking very slowly, for fear of disturbing him, but he still found out. He didn't look up at her, but she could still sense the gentle smile on his lips.

"Are you back, have you eaten?"

She didn't answer, just looked at him deeply and came to his side, and she sat on the floor, resting her head on his lap.

"I've eaten ......"

She replied faintly, and next to him, her heart, which hung in mid-air, was slightly relaxed. He was stunned, put down the pen in his hand, his hand stroked her hair, with love, his hand caressing the black hair was very light, very light......

"I've been wronged outside, do you want me to comfort you when you come back?"

He half-jokingly teased her, the smile in his eyes full of doting.

"Hmmm......"

She thought for a moment and shook her head.

"No, I haven't seen you all day, I miss you."

"Is it true?"

Miyano pouted, skeptical of her words.

"Really...... You don't have to worry about me, you continue to do your work, just when I'm not there, I know you have a lot of things to do, I won't bother you, just stay by your side for a while, and when I'm tired, I'll go to bed. ”

"You rely on me so much, how can I be able to calm down and work?"

He smiled helplessly, and she was like a child in his arms, so he couldn't cope with it.

"I don't care!"

She played with Rippy.

"I have to rely on you, next to you, so that I can settle down."

Miyano sighed helplessly, he was destined to suffer a loss for a coquettish woman.

"Okay, I can't help you, so I can barely endure it."

He seemed to have suffered a big loss, and there was a look of helplessness on his face. Zhuo Meng smacked the tip of his nose at him, and stood up from the ground with a thud.

"If you don't want me to accompany you so much, I'll just disappear."

After speaking, she turned around and was about to leave, but before she could take a step, she was already pulled by him.

"I'm kidding."

Behind her came his soft words begging for mercy, and she raised her little head, not buying his account at all.

"But I'm angry."

Ay...... Miyano wailed in his heart, he couldn't live if he did his own sin......

"Okay, it's my mistake, it's okay to stay."

With her back to him, she snickered. Turning around, she raised her eyebrows and pretended to be haughty.

"You begged me?"

He chuckled and looked into her eyes, and he nodded.

"I beg you."

She smiled triumphantly, and returned to him like a princess who had forgiven her playmate, and she yawned heavily as she rested on him.

He patted her on the head, looking at her somewhat pale and tired face, and his heart was full of distress.

"You rest for a while, and I'll accompany you when I'm done."

He said, his face full of apologies.

"Hmm."

She answered lazily, as if she were about to fall asleep. Looking at her, he was a little reluctant, but there was no way, he could only harden his heart and bury his head in work...... Finish it early, he can accompany her earlier.

……

It was late at night when he finished the last job, and Miyano stretched but didn't dare to make too much movement, the people around him were already asleep, and he didn't want to wake her.

Looking down at her, he shook his head helplessly. She was like a fool, just sitting on the carpet and falling asleep, poor and cute, he didn't know whether to blame her or feel sorry for her. He gently lifted Zhuo Meng's head with both hands, moved his numb legs, he pulled himself out of the chair with difficulty, bent down, he let her lean into his arms, and with a hand, he carried her off the ground.

She rested on his shoulder, her brow furrowed unwillingly.

He chuckled under his breath, looking at her sleeping face, her pink nose making him want to kiss her. Holding her, he carefully carried her out of the study. Walking slowly, her head resting on his neck socket, itchy but warm.

No matter how lightly she walked, she was still on the top, and she didn't sleep well when she was already asleep.

"I'm sorry ......"

She muttered to herself, her voice was small, but he could hear it clearly.

Stopped, he tightened the strength of his hand, hugged her, he looked at her sleeping face again, and his heart was soft but also tangled to make him feel distressed.

Fool, it turns out that she still knows that she is sorry for him, and he thinks that she doesn't even know that he feels sorry for her.

The bed is in front of him, Miyano is holding Zhuo Meng but doesn't want to let go, no matter how long it is, he is willing, and the time to hold her may not be running out......