Jiang Zebei's hand reached out to Chen Mengtian's chin and gently lifted her face.

Looking at her calm eyes, her expression was a little obscure.

He knew that Chen Mengtian was wrong now, and his eyes no longer showed a look of disgust for him, and he would not be thorny when he talked to him.

This kind of Chen Mengtian is very good.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

If Chen Mengtian had been like this before, he might still have some ideas.

Now in the village, the story of two women fighting for a man has spread.

And after waking up, Chen Mengtian attracted his attention everywhere, and his temperament changed a lot.

What's more important is the attitude towards him.

These had to make Jiang Zebei think more about whether she wanted to do anything to remedy her mistakes.

Even if the village spread the news about her and Chen Qing, he didn't say that he didn't want her.

The premise is that Chen Mengtian will not take the initiative to ask him to separate.

"You're hurting me."

Chen Mengtian's chin was lifted, which was not painful, but then Jiang Zebei unconsciously exerted force, and she spoke up.

Hearing her exhalation, the hand placed on her chin loosened a little.

Jiang Zebei looked deeply at the girl in front of him, "Chen Mengtian, do you still want to marry that Chen Qing?" ”

If he still wants to, he can do it, but the means are not very open.

He had thought about it a long time ago.

Chen Mengtian likes Chen Qing so much, if he doesn't marry, it's not impossible to use some extraordinary means.

He didn't like Chen Mengtian to think so much about her.

It's just because in the past three years, the other party bought her because of the Jiang family, and she was involuntary.

The Jiang family didn't owe her anything, but after all, she was involuntary.

Chen Mengtian heard Jiang Zebei's Wen Huan, and his delicate eyebrows were lightly lame, "What did you say?" I didn't hear too clearly. ”

"Do you still want to marry that Chen Qing?"

What do you mean by that? You're going to divorce me? Chen Mengtian raised his eyebrows.

Jiang Zebei saw that her face was calm, there was no excitement, and there was no sad expression, and he didn't know what she thought for a while.

However, when she heard her say the word divorce from his wife, the hand touching the other party's chin couldn't help but move twice.

The soft flesh on the chin is very pleasant to the touch and the skin is smooth.

Jiang Zebei couldn't put it down for a while, and touched it twice, and then took his hand away.

He looked at the tips of his fingers and rubbed them gently, "You just said that you still want to marry Chen Qing." ”

"Huh...... Naturally, I don't want to, who is rare for that little white face of soft-footed shrimp! ”

When Chen Mengtian thought of Chen Qing in his memory, he had a deep disgust on his face.

Such a facial expression was quietly seen by Jiang Zebei.

He looked down at his hanging hand, and the warmth of the skin on the girl's chin was still left between his fingers, as well as the comfortable and tender touch.

At this moment, there seemed to be something in his heart, and it was as if there was nothing.

But it is undeniable that when he heard Chen Mengtian's words, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

After all, after three years of getting along, no matter how much he doesn't like each other, he can't watch her walk to the grave by herself.

That Chen Qing is not a good person at all.

Jiang Zebei raised his head and stared at Chen Mengtian's eyes, and said seriously: "I won't divorce my wife, I just want to tell you that something has happened, you don't have to please me, we still get along as before."

But in the future, you are not allowed to have anything to do with Chen Qing, and I will calm down this incident and ensure that the village will not make irresponsible remarks about you. ”

Hearing this, Chen Mengtian stared at the young man in front of him with wide eyes.

The other party's immature face is very serious.

And his words are inexplicably convincing.