Girl Forced to Marry Her Sister's Husband: The President's Private Treasure

Be it dresses, top hotels, menus...

All of them at least showed his painstaking efforts.

Treated like a princess, honored like a noble concubine...

Even if it's just to be pampered as an item, it's done with heart, not to mention all of this is based on my own deception!

I don't love him, I just use him.

I really shouldn't argue with him again...

But the fight is over, but how can it be taken back?

Huanyan couldn't help but reflect...

Are you a little too arrogant sometimes?

Recently, I have become more and more fond of bickering with him, picking on him, and repeatedly challenging the bottom line of his endurance.

Because I seem to know in my heart that no matter how I pick on him, like a little hedgehog, he will forgive me in the end, look at me dotingly, and hug me into his arms, as if that embrace has always belonged to me.

But... maybe she was wrong...

Yes, she is too conceited and arrogant.

What is she for?

She's just a stand-in!

At this moment, Situ Chenjue suddenly said coldly:

"I am full."

"what?"

"I'm going back." Situ Chenjue dropped the napkin and stood up.

"Go back...where are you going?"

"Go home!" He said coldly.

"Eh..." Huanyan was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly felt her mood sink.

"Didn't you say... to live here tonight?"

"I can't live anymore!" Situ Chenjue snorted, "I have spent so much money and put so much thought into it, not just to hear a woman argue with me sharply! I'm not in the mood!"

"I……"

"I don't need you, you, I don't want to see you now."

"Chenjue..." Biting her lips, Huanyan stood up slowly, "I...I didn't mean to quarrel with you."

"If it wasn't intentional, it would be even more hateful. It means that you are not born to be a woman who listens to men. You can't be my sweetheart. No matter how hard you try, it's useless."

He ignored her and strode away, his handsome figure disappeared at the end of the grass.

Huanyan stood there blankly, feeling a little sour for some reason.

For a while, the nose was red, and I felt a little suffocated...

He, does he need to be so careful?

It's because he himself spoke too disrespectfully, and it's only natural for him to be angry...

However, I must have forgotten...

Forgot that he relied on his love to live, and forgot his identity...

It seems that I have been too complacent recently...

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Huanyan sat there blankly, and a sweet-looking waitress saw this, and slowly walked over with concern: "Ma'am, are you okay?"

"I... I have nothing."

Huanyan suppressed her sadness.

"How can I see that your eyes are a little red... Do you need a handkerchief?"

"No need." Huanyan smiled, but that smile was fragile and seemed to disappear at any moment.

She stood up: "I'll go back first."

I held his arm on the way here, as if all the scenery was ahead.

When he returned, he was alone.

In fact, it's good to be alone. She used to be alone.

I am used to reading alone, traveling alone, shopping alone, and drinking coffee alone.

But why, now she began to feel that she was not used to being alone?

Why, a person who is free is originally his favorite.

but……

A line of lyrics suddenly flashed in her mind...

"I am not alone, I want to be alone..."