Prosperity: Conquering Billions of Gambling Kings

Chapter 135

"Yi'an..." Qiyue took a sharp breath and mustered up the courage to say, "You go, don't look for me again."

"July." The man held her shoulders tightly with his hands, his eyes were sincere, hesitant to speak.

"I'm sorry...it's all because of you."

Pursing her lips, Qiyue stepped back, her shoulders were out of the control of the man's palm, and her clear eyes brushed away a touch of sadness and reluctance.

On the car home, Qiyue kept her face down, with a sullen expression, without saying a word.

"Don't you usually talk a lot? Why are you dumb today?" After being silent for too long, Tan Zhao sat beside her and snorted coldly.

Thinking of how inseparable she was with that kid just now, her heart froze in panic.

As if he was an old monk Fahai who broke up a good relationship.

This flower was cultivated by him so hard, why should others pick it?
"Are you still angry because I lied to you?" After a while, Qiyue turned her head and asked softly.

"What do you say?"

The man asked back, his voice was magnetic and low, "I told you repeatedly not to fall in love in school, and you didn't take my words to heart at all. July, you were not like this before."

With a downcast face, July reminded herself of when she first arrived at this house two years ago.

To him, his words were like an imperial decree, and he listened carefully every time, not daring to exceed half a point.

Maybe it was because during the bloody storm in the Tang family, this man who fell from the sky held her hand and gave her a real sense of security.

In the past two years, she held onto his hand, but it got tighter and she dared not let go.

Because of worry, I will become a homeless person at any time.

"July, don't forget what you promised me today. If you dare to lie to me next time, try it." A moment later, Tan Zhao held her palm tighter and tighter.

He closed his eyes, leaned back on the car seat, and took a deep breath.

What she grasped was not his hand, but his heart.

But in July... I didn't think about it at all.

"July, I'm also doing it for your own good. In Shanghai, there are countless people with ulterior motives. If you are so innocent, if someone takes advantage of you, both of us will be in danger. Do you understand what I mean?"

Qiyue nodded, blinked her hazy eyes, "I know. It's safe to say that he's not the kind of person you said..."

"Don't mention this kid again. Also, avoid him in school from now on. Let me hear rumors again, and I won't let your temper fool you."

Hearing her defending that kid, Tan Zhao turned down again.

After returning to Tan's house, Qiyue plunged into her room.

"I'm going to bed first..."

After this toss, it was too late to return home.

The easel in the room was still standing in front of the window, flipped through the drawing paper, and pulled out the previous sketches of characters from the bottom in July.

The man's eyebrows and eyes are so delicate and handsome, and there is a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

There seems to be a ray of sunshine on his body, which makes you unable to help but focus on him.

A modest gentleman, gentle as jade.

Probably, he was talking about people like him.

Thinking of being ordered by Tan Zhao not to have any more contact with each other, my heart hurts and I feel unspeakably uncomfortable.

"why are not you sleeping?"

A man's cold voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Looking back and seeing the tall and straight man, Qi Yue subconsciously went to take away the manuscript paper on the easel.

(End of this chapter)