His laughter was so bohemian, but there was a hint of self-evident coldness.

"Get out." Wen Xin pointed to the door and yelled.

This roar made her heart hurt, and tears flashed unconsciously in the corners of her eyes.

She was blaming herself, what exactly did she just do?

She was ashamed of her forgetfulness of Jian Qingchuan's kiss.

Why was she confused by Jian Qingchuan, a scumbag?

Just as she wanted to kick her out again, Jian Qingchuan's eyes sank, and the smile on her face was completely lost.

In the blink of an eye, his long fingers tightly clasped Wen Xin's delicate neck and shins, taking away all her breath.

"Jane ......"

Wen Xin grabbed Jian Qingchuan, and as soon as he spit out a word, he couldn't say anything anymore.

She is a weak little woman, how can her strength be compared to a man, not to mention that man, who is still an angry and tiger-like man.

Wen Xin was dying on the verge of life and death, and his appearance was particularly painful.

Jian Qingchuan didn't have a trace of pity, but the more he saw her uncomfortable, the more he wanted to tighten his palm.

At this time, his eyes were extremely gloomy, and his dark brown pupils looked extremely intimidating under this dim light.

Since he was a child, no one dared to touch him, not even his parents, who never hurt a single hair of him.

The first slap he received in his life was actually given by this woman.

"Is this how you treat your future husband?"

The air in his lungs was about to run out, and the last trace of blood on Wen Xin's face faded little by little.

She closed her eyes and stopped struggling.

Perhaps, it is not necessarily a good thing to die like this......

However, just when she broke all her thoughts of survival, Jian Qingchuan let her go.

"Ahem......"

After a light cough, Wen Xin took a big breath of fresh air, but his little face was still the same pale and not half angry.

Turning over and getting out of bed, Jian Qingchuan took out a cigar out of nowhere, lit one and sat on the edge of the bed and smoked.

"Do you want to die?"

His words, his voice was even colder than before.

Wen Xin curled up and sat down the farthest away from Jian Qingchuan.

He was like the devil, making her just want to run away, and run as far away as possible.

"Say, do you really want to die?" Jian Qingchuan asked again.

"Yes."

One word, just such a short word, expressed all her emotions.

It's bitterness, it's helplessness......

"You don't want to marry me so much?"

His icy voice was powerful enough to devour her.

"Yes."

"You hate me so much?"

"Yes."

She didn't just hate him, she hated all the men in the world, including her long-dead biological father.

Hahaha......

Satanic laughter echoed through her room, clasped tightly to her heart.

Why did he let go?

Why didn't he just kill her?

"Wen Xin, from the day you walked into this house, you should be conscious, as long as you are still with my mother's surname, you will still be my Jian Qingchuan's woman, don't think about dying, your life and death can only be decided by me."

The cigar changed shape between Jian Qingchuan's fingers, and when he got up, he walked out of Wen Xin's room without looking back.

The loud sound of the door closing woke Wen Xin from the fugue.

What did he just say?

Her life or death can only be decided by him?

Who does he think he is?

Wen Xin smiled.

It turned out that since she stepped into this house, she had lost the right to decide her own life and death.

"Xin'er, never believe what a man says...... Forever...... ...... forever"

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