Dongfang Chen gritted his teeth, looked at Zhong Qingyu who was arrogant, and walked forward leisurely, reached out to pinch her chin and raised her high: "Zhong Qingyu, Zhong Qingyu, I've really misunderstood. I haven't seen you for ten years. You are very good at it, and it makes people look at you with admiration!"

He used great force on his hand, as if he wanted to crush her chin before he would be willing to do so.

Zhong Qingyu was so painful that she wanted to break away, but when she turned her head slightly, Dongfang Chen would press her head hard, which would only hurt even more. She gave up on such futility, grinned, and smiled extremely ugly: "Muzan, what can I do with my Zhong Qingyu? How can I actually make Mr. Chen look at him with admiration."

"you……"

A word from Mr. Chen, Dongfang Chen was so blocked that he couldn't say a word. In the end, he was in a bad mood and shook Zhong Qingyu away: "Get out!"

Zhong Qingyu took two steps back and almost fell down. Fortunately, she stabilized her body, and her mind was like a repeater, constantly replaying the word "Dropping" just now, one more and one more sound, as if it was about to shake her brain.

He gritted his teeth and did not let himself show any embarrassment or sadness, and tried his best to act naturally and appropriately. Zhong Qingyu said in a deep voice: "For what happened last time, thank you for your charity, Mr. Chen, we... goodbye!"

Goodbye, never see you again!

Zhong Qingyu turned around and left, while keeping a distance from Dongfang Chen, the expression on her face collapsed bit by bit, and finally became expressionless.

Depressed, embarrassed, sad, sad... All the negative emotions appeared on the charming face, just like flowers blooming in the night, blending with the surroundings and losing their original self.

I don’t know how long Zhong Qingyu left, but Dongfang Chen came to his senses from Zhong Qingyu’s words just now. The first action to come back to his senses was to turn around and swing his fist on the bridge railing.

The flesh punch hit the stone railing, and it hurt so much.

But no matter how painful it hurts, it is not as painful as an invisible knife on the tip of my heart.

Zhong Qingyu actually said that saving her was a charity!

How did she say this?

In Dongfang Chen's opinion, Zhong Qingyu is more than just heartless, he is simply heartless.

And he is sad that he has loved a heartless woman for many years!

Maybe, it was wrong at the beginning.

Maybe he should listen to his father.

Perhaps, he shouldn't be so persistent and shouldn't be so serious.

Maybe……

Dongfang Chen returned to his old house, and Dongfang Lin was explaining the wedding on the phone.

Because Bai Feifei had an accident, the wedding was symbolically postponed by three days. Anyway, Dongfang Chen said that the wedding would break the previous plan and be held grandly, so he would just buy some time so that he would not be so anxious.

When the old man saw Dongfang Chen coming back with a look of sluggish expression, he immediately hung up the phone: "What happened?"

Dongfang Chen put both hands in his pockets, and no one saw the blood stains on the back of his hand. He just shook his head at the old man: "Dad, how are you preparing for the wedding?"

The old man lived for thirty-four years on Dongfang Chen and knew his son. Of course, he didn't think that his son said he was fine but he was really fine.

"Achen, do you think this wedding is awful?" It is very likely that he made a decision on impulse last time, so he regrets it now.

"Dad, you're thinking too much. I'm just worried about things at work. Don't worry, I'm looking forward to this wedding." After saying that, Dongfang Chen went upstairs by himself, went back to his bedroom, and locked himself in the room.

Before I could handle the one on my hands, I soaked myself in the bathtub.

The stick seal on his body has not disappeared, it is very eye-catching. Now his hand is injured, but Dongfang Chen doesn't mind at all.

He only minds the old wounds in his heart.
Chapter completed!