Chapter 225 Children without umbrellas should always run hard.
Could it be the same person?
Dang Zhiqi's voice hit Jiang Nuantang's heart like thunder on the ground.
"I……"
Jiang Nuantang frowned slightly, thinking about whether to tell the truth.
Unexpectedly, Dang Zhiqi continued without waiting for her answer:
"Look at what I'm asking! Needless to say, it's a coincidence! Otherwise, you already have two children, how could you still be Mr. Bo's fiancée!"
Dang Zhiqi reasoned intensively, and finally put forward a hypothesis again:
"Unless...your child is Mr. Bo's..."
Dang Zhiqi seriously thought about the possibility of this problem.
Although secretly, she still didn't want to believe that male god Bo was the kind of person who had a child but still hid it and didn't give him a name.
But there is no guarantee that there is some unavoidable hidden reason in this.
plus——
Dang Zhiqi glanced at Jiang Nuantang thoughtfully, feeling that anything could happen to her.
Jiang Nuantang didn't expect that Dang Zhiqi would think so far, and couldn't help but feel dumbfounded, and quickly denied:
"Of course not-"
Jiang Nuantang looked serious.
After a pause, she still didn’t want to hide too much from Dang Zhiqi, so she changed the subject:
"but……"
Jiang Nuantang organized the words in his mind, thinking about how to say it so that the other party could accept it better.
Before she could speak, she was interrupted by Dang Zhiqi, who looked away:
"Okay! Sister Nuantang, you don't have to be depressed. Although we have the same name, I believe you are no worse than Mr. Bo's fiancée! After all, you are also the designer I admire most!"
Mistakenly thinking that Jiang Nuantang was belittling herself, Dang Zhiqi comforted him in return.
"no……"
Jiang Nuantang held his forehead, unable to stop Dang Zhiqi's divergent thinking. She simply didn't even organize her words. She gritted her teeth and said bluntly:
"You guessed it right! I and the Jiang Nuantang you mentioned are the same person."
A cold voice, calm and confident.
His expression was sincere and serious, and he didn't look like he was joking at all.
Even so, Dang Zhiqi was still stunned for a long time before she could digest and accept this fact.
It's nothing.
After all, from the beginning, Jiang Nuantang gave people the impression that he was not as outstanding as a child raised by ordinary families.
Now that she heard this answer, the huge stone in Dang Zhiqi's heart fell to the ground.
There was only one thing that bothered her.
She bit her lip lightly, raised her eyes to look at Jiang Nuantang, then lowered her eyes to hide the thoughts in her eyes, and it took a long time before she said hesitantly:
"Then...you and Mr. Bo..."
Are they really childhood sweethearts and unmarried couples?
Dang Zhiqi really cared about this.
Especially when I thought about how she coveted the handsome boy like this in front of her fiancée that day!
Dang Zhiqi felt that the principles she had always adhered to had been tarnished.
This realization made her feel very uncomfortable.
Such emotions did not last long, and Jiang Nuantang soon told her the situation:
"As early as five years ago, when something happened to my family, the engagement was terminated."
Knowing what she cared about, Jiang Nuantang avoided the important and took the easy.
"ah?"
Dang Zhiqi raised her head, looking a little disappointed.
She couldn't tell how she felt about the answer.
Of course, she is happy to see that the male god Bo does not have a fiancée.
But such a situation would only happen if he had to let down one person.
Then she would rather the situation was not what she thought...
However, reality does not allow her to escape.
Among wealthy families, interests rule the day. How much is the friendship between childhood sweethearts worth?
Thinking about this, Dang Zhiqi's face showed a bit of sadness.
The eyes she looked at Jiang Nuantang became more and more pitiful. In the end, she couldn't help but ask:
"Sister Nuantang. Then you must have had a very difficult time these years!"
Dang Zhiqi looked at Jiang Nuantang hesitantly. Faced with her curiosity, Jiang Nuantang did not hide it. He shook his head and answered the question directly:
"Fortunately. Although it was difficult for a while, I also met many kind-hearted people. Without their help, I wouldn't be standing here today."
Jiang Nuantang's words were filled with gratitude and joy of surviving the catastrophe.
Dang Zhiqi felt sympathetic after hearing this.
She suddenly grabbed Jiang Nuantang's hand and solemnly promised:
"It will be fine! Sister Nuantang, you will definitely get better and better in the future."
Jiang Nuantang is no longer the girl who needs to live under the protection of her father.
Years of experience have allowed her to develop a strong armor, allowing her to live a good life even if no one cares or shows mercy.
But what such people fear most is precisely that little bit of warmth. The moment his wrist was held, Jiang Nuantang felt that something missing in her heart was filled again.
She lightly frowned and looked serious:
"Thanks."
The two concise and concise words carried an unprecedented solemnity.
Dang Zhiqi said so much, naturally it was not just to say thank you.
But I sincerely hope for her.
And all my mind is on this matter.
So she turned to think of another more important thing and couldn't help but ask again:
"By the way, I heard that Jiang Hengyuan held a post-office dinner at Shengbaoli Building tonight. Will you go there too?"
"meeting."
Jiang Nuantang nodded lightly. As the new chairman of the group, it was always necessary to go through the formalities when facing the old resignation dinner.
Knowing that Jiang Nuantang was really going, Dang Zhiqi's brows furrowed even more.
But he didn’t say much, he just warned:
"Then you have to be careful. As for their family, they are full of bad intentions. I don't know what hidden tricks they may have waiting for you!"
As Jiang Nuantang's little crush, Dang Zhiqi naturally shares the same hatred with her.
Consider Jiang Hengyuan's family as enemies.
There was worry in his words.
"I know."
Jiang Nuantang lowered his eyes and pursed his lips in response.
If Jiang Hengyun was still alive and protected by him, she would also
I just want to be innocent and grow up, instead of drowning in these muddy waters.
But a child without an umbrella should always run hard.