My Wife Poke Me

With a hoarse voice, he called: "Azhu."

I miss you so much.

Wen Zhu lowered her hand to open the door, and she finally couldn't help but started to cry.

Xiang Ji Chen turned her body, wiped her tears with his fingertips, and whispered, "Don't cry."

Wen Zhu slapped his hand away, took two steps back, stared at the man and choked: "What does it have to do with you, Mr. Xiang, whether I cry or not? In what capacity do you care about me?"

The man looked at the sobbing woman in front of him and resisted the urge to hug her. His throat was dry and he said, "Azhu, you know."

This sentence succeeded in making Wen Zhu collapse, "What's the point? You are about to marry another woman, and you will have children of your own in the future. Is there any point in admitting your identity now?"

"This is a misunderstanding."

Wen Zhu found it ironic when he heard the word misunderstanding, "I kept asking you that day if it was true, and you kept telling me no, but now you tell me it was a misunderstanding. Shi Jingqian, what do you think of me?" "

The man's throat seemed to be choked and he could not speak.

He clenched his fists tightly, and after a long moment, he whispered, "I'm sorry."

At that time, he did not have definite evidence, so he could not admit her rashly.

That would harm her instead.

Wen Zhu cried very sadly, "If apologizing is useful, what's the use of calling the police? Do you know how much harm you have caused me? Do you know that when I heard that you and Fang Er were getting married, I had How desperate?"

She avoided the man's touch and choked: "No, you don't know. You are staying out of the situation and hanging yourself up as if all this has nothing to do with it."

He shook his head, "That's not the case."

Wen Zhu looked at the man with red eyes, "Do you know how you make me feel about me in your eyes?"

"Like a clown, from the time you faked your death to the time you appeared in front of everyone with another identity, you didn't say a word of explanation. Even when I asked you if you were Shi Jingqian, no matter how sad I cried, You deny it."

"Then now that you want to recognize me, you come to me and tell me that this is all a misunderstanding, that the engagement with Fang Er is fake, and you say that you have difficulties."

This sentence was shouted by Wen Zhu, "Shi Jingqian, what do you think I am?"

There was desperation in his voice.

Perhaps because she was too excited, Wen Zhu felt a dull pain in her stomach, so she subconsciously covered her stomach.

The man's expression changed for a moment, and he strode over to help Wen Zhu.

"How are you?"

Wen Zhu shook him off hard, her face turned pale and said, "Don't touch me."

Xiang Jichen was afraid of irritating her, so he let go of his hand, "Okay, I won't touch you."

Wen Zhu sat down and calmed down for a while.

Neither of them spoke during this period, and the atmosphere in the box was a bit depressing.

Wen Zhu felt that she no longer felt so uncomfortable. She stood up slowly and opened the door without looking at the man.

The man stopped her movement, unable to conceal the panic in his voice, "Where are you going?"

Wen Zhu looked at him expressionlessly, and the emotion in his eyes was no longer full of complaints and blame as before, but just calm.

She said: "Where I go has nothing to do with Mr. Xiang, right?"

"I think Mr. Xiang has this intention, so he might as well pay more attention to your fiancée. She went to the hospital alone today."

The man's throat was dry, "Azhu, do you have to talk to me like this?"