Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

Shui Qianqian thought that maybe she was a lonely person, so even if Rong Jin really left, she would be relieved.

After all, Rong Jin entered the church and became a leftist, not for her.

When she tried to keep her mood calm, why should he ask himself, hate him?

Because there is love, there will be pain and dissatisfaction, there will be grievances, there will be complaints!

Shui Qiang's eyelashes flickered, and she couldn't answer, but let her say no hate, as if she couldn't say it.

There was silence between the two, only the wind blowing in the air.

Rong Jin kept looking down at Shui Qianqian's expression without missing her mood.

Rong Jin paid attention to her look and knew how difficult the question he had just asked was for her.

Rong Jin put his hand on the armrest and held it gently for a while, so that Shui Qian Qian was in his sight, unable to move.

Shui Qianqin raised her head slightly, facing Shang Rongjin's deep eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, smelling his breath, but trying to retreat but unable to retreat.

Suddenly, Rong Jin looked down, stretched out his slender hand, and gently wiped the tears from Shui Qianqian's eyes.

His movements showed a slight trace of pity, and even a slight sigh.

Shui Qianqin looked at the water stain in Rong Jin's hand and wiped her eyes. She was crying.

Why is she crying? How could she cry in front of Rong Jin, it was impossible.

Shui Qianqian was completely panicked. The last thing she wanted was to show such a fragile side in front of Rong Jin, making her feel that she had lost her self-esteem.

Shui Qianqin stood up suddenly, pushed Rong Jin away, and ran aside.

She just wanted to find a place where no one could hide.

"Qianqian...Qianqian..."

Shui Qianqian heard a cry behind her, and she didn't want to hear it at all.

But no matter how fast she ran, Rong Jin was caught up later.

Rong Jin immediately stood in front of her, Shui Qianqin almost ran into Rong Jin's arms after such a run.

Rong Jin pressed Shui Qianqian's shoulder and sighed, "Qianqian, you calm down."

Shui Qianqian now has a particularly irritable mood, "Calm down, how do you calm me down, Rong Jin, do you want to look at me like this, you must be laughing at me, right?"

Shui Qian Qian Pear Flower looks rainy, so fragile it hurts.

Rong Jin pressed Shui Qianqian and wiped her tears with her fingers. "So what do you think of me?"

"No, what else? Is it painful to see me like this?"

Shui Qianqian also knew that she was unreasonably making trouble now, but she couldn't control her emotions. She hated Rong Jin's appearance of being light and breezy, and seemed to be unable to enter his heart.

Rong Jin was a little helpless and tried not to let Shui Qianqian get out of control. He said in a clear way: "Qian Qian, you hate me, I'm sorry."

Hearing the words Sorry, Shui Qianqin wanted to laugh, and the elder Zuo Xiang said sorry to her.

In fact, he had nothing to be sorry for her, but she was wishful thinking and could not control her heart.

In fact, what she wanted was not sorry for the three words!

She sniffed her nose and wiped her tears in a mess, said: "Rong Jin, you are not sorry for me, just because I have a bad mood, I want to stay alone for a while."

With that, Shui Qianqin took Rong Jin's finger on her shoulder.

Rong Jin looked at the lonely back of Shui Qianqian turned away, he whispered, "Qian Qianqian, what do you ask me to do?"

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