Wealthy Poison Pet: Leng Di's No. 7 Bride

Chapter 61 Did He Hesitate?
"He wanted the chip code, and I wanted you, so we made a deal, I handed over the code, he handed over you."

After Luo Mingxuan finished speaking, he looked at Hong Jiaqi with some trepidation. He didn't want to talk about these things. After all, the whole process sounded like a deal, and he wasn't sure whether Hong Jiaqi would accept such a deal.

"Password? He used me..." and the child in exchange for a password that doesn't even know what it's useful for?Pei Zhihan...

Hong Jiaqi only felt that her heart was being pulled, which was unpleasant.

"Jiaqi, you won't be unhappy, right? I can only use extreme means in extraordinary times. You have to believe that you are more important than anything else in my heart." Including that password.

"Did he ever hesitate?"

Luo Mingxuan was dumbfounded.

"Is there a little?"

Luo Mingxuan held his breath, "Do you... care?"

Hong Jiaqi nodded.

"No." Luo Mingxuan said as he stood up and walked to the French windows, looking at the clear sky outside.Why did he feel pain in his heart when he heard that Hong Jiaqi cared a lot.

Hong Jiaqi closed her eyes, her eyes, which she thought were dry, were still unstoppably moist, child, so you don't have them?
"Jiaqi, don't think too much, okay?" Luo Mingxuan said softly, handing over the tissue paper, watching Hong Jiaqi's tears fall on the coffee table, dizzy, "It's over, just treat it as nothing happened before."

If he hadn't known the news of her miscarriage, he would never have known that the innocent and innocent Hong Jiaqi in his eyes was no longer so pure and pure.

"Son, it belongs to Pei Zhihan..." Hong Jiaqi didn't want to hide anything, but there are some things that she would be happy to talk about.

"I guessed it." Luo Mingxuan sat on the sofa sadly, "I just didn't want to believe it." Even though Ah Jiu said it in his ear countless times, he just didn't believe it.However, he didn't realize how cruel it was until the facts were in front of him.

"You know, why still..." Hong Jiaqi really couldn't understand the preferential treatment he was giving her at the moment.

"I like you, and I can understand that you can't help yourself." Luo Mingxuan took a tissue and gently wiped away the crystals from the corners of Hong Jiaqi's eyes, with a soft tone, "I can also promise you that there will never be anything like this in the future. Wronged."

"Luo Mingxuan" Hong Jiaqi couldn't believe what she heard. She thought she didn't give her any favors, but he tolerated her so much?

Luo Mingxuan smiled lightly, the corners of his lips curved charmingly, "Call me Mingxuan from now on."

Hong Jiaqi lowered her eyelids, "Okay."

"Are you tired, or go upstairs and lie down and rest."

Hong Jiaqi shook her head, "I still want to sit for a while." Looking up at the courtyard outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, there was not a single tree in such an open place.

She felt inexplicably empty in her heart.

Pei's courtyard, looking up, is full of wisterias and flowers.She remembered that the flower language of wisteria and dill flowers was stubborn love, but she didn't know who the person worthy of Pei Zhihan's stubborn love was.

To be sure, it wasn't her.

Pei Zhihan, I will forget about you from now on.

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The rain kept falling, and the wisteria tree in the courtyard shook violently in the night wind. The news said that this was a huge storm caused by a typhoon, and it might last until the early morning.

When An Lan went to the window and lowered the curtains, Pei Zhihan stopped her, "Don't move." An Lan hurriedly refastened the lowered curtains, and left silently with her head down.

Pei Zhihan looked coldly at the dark outside, the pouring rain and the howling hurricane, they seemed to want to uproot the wisteria tree, it was so big and so violent.

She said that wisteria is not afraid of wind and rain.

So it can grow even in harsh environments.

She said that she wanted to have a love like the life of wisteria.

love?

Pei Zhihan looked at the wisteria swaying violently in the hurricane, and slowly turned his gaze to the painting next to him. The scene of Hong Jiaqi standing among the flying petals that day was inexplicably vivid before his eyes.

"She really stayed at Luo's house?"

(End of this chapter)