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Chapter 61 I'm Not Crazy

Lin Jinran stared at the man with her clear eyes and roared, "No, no, I'm not a thief. Stop the car, I want to get off!"

She turned around and grabbed the door handle, trying to open the door and jump out of the car.

She would rather be seen by her classmates and leave alone than be in a car with this man.

Even though he has proven her innocence, he is still falsely accusing her of being a thief!

Fu Mohan's cold eyes flashed, a little surprised by Lin Jinran's sudden retort, and saw Lin Jinran opening the door.

He frowned, quickly grabbed Lin Jinran's delicate shoulders, and pulled her along with him, along with the door he had just opened.

"Lin Jinran, you are crazy!"

He growled, his tone cold as if he wanted to freeze everything.

The car was traveling on the expressway, and she dared to open the car door and wanted to jump out of the car. She died!

"I'm not crazy." Lin Jinran wanted to break away from the man's restraint, but there were ripples of water in his eyes, as if they could fall at any time.

"Since you think I am a thief, then don't save me. No one knows that I am your wife anyway. You also just watch everyone ridicule me and make me bear the charge of a thief. In this way, when you say that I am a thief,

Wouldn't it be better to be more confident?"

Fu Mohan stared at her, seeming sad and extremely stubborn.

A feeling of depression also lingered.

He still snorted coldly, "You are really sharp-tongued."

"Yes, I am sharp-tongued and I am a thief. Are you satisfied? Then Mr. Fu, please ask the driver to stop the car. A person like me is not worthy of sitting in the car and soiling your car!" She glared at the man and said indifferently.

, the voice was tinged with sadness.

Fu Mohan growled irritably, "Lin Jinran, you've had enough!"

He reached out and grabbed Lin Jinran's shoulders, forcefully pulling her to him, staring at her fiercely and coldly with his dark eyes.

"You are not a thief, then tell me, is it you who stole Ruochu's happiness, stole her life, and even more despicably married me?"

Lin Jinran's pupils trembled heavily, and after a moment he turned his head away, pursed his lips tightly, and said nothing in response.

"Speak!" Fu Mohan gritted his teeth, wanting to cut the woman who was yelling at him into pieces!

"Since you think so, I can't help it. But don't worry, when Lin Ruochu wakes up, I will divorce you immediately. You don't need to mention it. I will mention it. I will leave the house and I will not ask you for anything. You

If you don’t believe it, I can sign an agreement to leave the house now!”

The tears swirling in those clear eyes were still stubborn and refused to fall, like a little animal that refused to admit defeat.

Fu Mohan stared at her dark eyes, which were complicated and difficult to understand.

It should be very satisfying to see her looking sad, but what's the matter with the boredom in her chest?

"Remember your words!" he said gloomily.

Lin Jinran bit her lip, feeling pain as if her heart had been torn and then sprinkled with salt.

She really shouldn't be too close to this man. The closer he gets, the more painful it will be.

The two people who fell silent only then noticed that their sitting postures and movements seemed a little too ambiguous.

In order to control Lin Jinran, Fu Mohan kept his arm on the car window and held her shoulder with his other arm, trapping Lin Jinran between the seat and him.

The breath of his breath seemed to be sprayed on Lin Jinran's fair cheeks.

Just now, during the quarrel, Lin Jinran didn't feel any of this.

At this moment, the too close distance gave her a sense of crisis.
Chapter completed!
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