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Chapter Ten He Didn't Forget

"So what?" Yan Chenjing asked ambiguously, and sighed to Tianyu. Sure enough, he guessed it right. This is the man's temperament. The more he cares, the less he will show he cares. They

Everyone thought he had forgotten it, but now it seems that he has not forgotten it even a day.

"Chenjing, you are married now," before he finished speaking, Yan Chenjing dropped the folder and put his hands on the table.

"I know, you don't need to ask this question again, I know I have been married for three years."

"So," Xiang Tianyu sat up straight, "when you get married, treat her better. After all, she is your choice."

"I am only responsible for marrying the one chosen by my parents," Yan Chenjing said ruthlessly.

Xiang Tianyu frowned and said, "That is your wife, not your enemy. Your parents married her for you, but it was not with your consent."

"Am I not treating her well?" Yan Chenjing curled up his lips, "I made her life much more comfortable than that of ordinary women."

"Comfortable?" Xiang Tianyu twitched the corner of his eye, "You gave her countless money so that she could buy whatever she wanted, but don't forget that she is a human being, not your pet.

She will be well-behaved if she is full and drunk. She has thoughts, and she needs more than this."

Yan Chenjing lowered his head and was processing the documents again. In his eyes, that woman was not as important as the documents, and he did not want to talk to Xiang Tianyu about this issue, especially the name that had always been tattooed on his heart.

Seeing that he was unwilling to say anything more, Xiang Tianyu also knew that he couldn't listen anymore, so he picked up his documents and counted them. "Mom, there are so many of them again. I want to exhaust him to death."

Mouth, he could only walk out.

But after he left, Yan Chenjing put down what he was doing. He opened the drawer and took out a small box from inside. There was a lock on the small box, which seemed to have locked his

Heart, he put the box in his hand and played with it for a long time, and his dark eyes became thicker and darker. He moved his lips a few times, stretched out his fingers to press a few numbers, and then opened it. Inside the box was a pair of small

The rings did not have big diamonds and were of a very simple style. He gently stroked the two rings. These were things he had not given away and would never give away in this life. He took out the rings and took them from the box.

He took out a well-preserved photo from the bottom and stroked it gently.

The photo is of a young woman with a smile like a flower. She is beautiful and as pure as water.

An Qi, he murmured softly, caressing, touching, and looking at the photo like a treasure. Then he closed his eyes, and finally fell into his calm black eyes.

A look of pain that can no longer be hidden.

He opened the door. The woman inside was sleeping. He leaned against the door and stared at her sleeping face slightly coldly. Her brows were slightly frowned, and she didn't know what she was dreaming about. Then, she suddenly turned over

He got up and touched one side with his hand, and the person also squeezed that way.

He pursed his lips, walked in, and opened the closet. There was a cabinet of clothes inside, except for hers, they were all his.

There was an extra pair of pajamas, white ones. He took them out, took off his clothes and put them on. They fit her perfectly. This woman only had one advantage. In addition to being good at spending money, he never lost a piece of his clothes.

In the past three years, he almost never bought his own clothes. Even suits, ties, and leather shoes were all matched for him. Her taste was good, and he liked the clothes she matched, which saved him a lot of trouble.

My time is precious and I don't want to waste it on this matter.

Walking into the bathroom, he took a hot bath, which also washed away his fatigue. When he walked out, his hair was still dripping with water. At this time, a pair of soft little hands were placed on his head.

There was a clean towel, so he thanked him, closed his eyes, and moved lazily.


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