101 Marriage Proposals: Hei Di's Sky-high Lover

Brother Zhuo, you really treated me very well in those years. I believe that you really loved me and spoiled me. I will never forget those days, and I don’t plan to forget them. Those memories are an important part of my life. I loved you, loved you deeply..."

Loved, is the past tense.

Dong Zhuo's throat choked up, and he held her face, almost blocking her slit lips.

But Ziyang turned her head faster, "But brother Zhuo, those are already my past tense, and you are only my past tense. My future is Fu Hong, he is the future I decide to hold hands with now, Not you."

Although she didn't know Fu Hong well, she was willing to create the future with him.

That person, the indescribable feeling, was able to give her a very solid feeling.

A woman never wants much from a man, she doesn't need to spoil her so much like Dong Zhuo, all she needs is to give her a sense of security.

Yes, all she wants is a sense of completeness.

Dong Zhuo never gave her this point; but Fu Hong, from the very beginning, branded her as Fu Hong's wife, and gave her a home, a home she longed for.

He didn't need to do anything else at all, this alone was enough to make her feel at ease.

In this world, there are many men who fall in love with women; but how many can actually marry a woman home?

At least Dong Zhuo, whom she loved deeply, never gave her this.

"Brother Zhuo, please let me go." She didn't have any anger, but just looked at him seriously: "If you really want me to be happy, just let me go, let me go back to my own place, Let me go back to my husband. Brother Zhuo, you are already the father of two children. How can you say divorce and get a divorce? Where are you going to go with your son? They are not wrong, what is wrong with them?"

These words, like a heavy shell, instantly blasted the corner of a soft ear in Dong Zhuo's heart to pieces.

He suddenly turned his head out of the window, and in his mind was his son who was a few months old. He smiled sweetly, very sweetly, as clean as an angel.

Dong Zhuo clenched his fists and said nothing for a while.

"Brother Zhuo, let go. You didn't cherish me, you made a mistake once; are you going to make mistakes again and again, and let down another woman who counts on you?"

"Actually, I don't want to speak for Yuan Xiaoqiao. In fact, I hate her very much, but you have already failed me. Do you want to disappoint Yuan Xiaoqiao?"

"Brother Zhuo, how many women do you have to let down in your life before you wake up?"

"Don't say any more! I won't change my mind, you know my personality." The expression on Dong Zhuo's face gradually disappeared, only his face was cold: "Yuan Xiaoqiao, I never loved her."

"But you married her, didn't you? Brother Zhuo, you kept saying you loved me, but did you marry me? No matter what the reason was, the moment you decided to marry her and abandon me proved that you didn't have what you thought So love me, in other words, Brother Dong, you don’t actually love me at all, you just have a strong possessive desire for me, and it’s your possessive desire that caused the trouble!” Zi Yang said clearly to him.

The car has arrived at the private airport.

Dong Zhuo secretly clenched his fists and smiled coldly.

"Yangyang, no matter what you say now, no matter how aggressive you are, it will be ineffective."