The wealthy wife: the black-bellied husband is so charming

Chapter 93 I Don't Understand What Love Is

"I..." took a deep breath: "I didn't lie to you about George."

"When did you know about George?" The woman tilted her head.

"You only found out soon, right? Why did you get hurt? What did Qin Huaner hide from that night? Jun Qingcheng, I'm not stupid, I just never asked you."

Because waiting.

Wait for the day you want to say it.

But now, she has no choice but to wait.

george...

Suddenly, a strong pair of arms hugged her tightly——

Jun Qingcheng stretched out his hand and hugged her gently, a very light and soft hug, as if he was hugging a fragile glass doll, his touch was so careful.

Ye Weiliang's unspoken words were choked in his throat, and there was a look of surprise on his exquisite face.

After waking up from the shock, she tried hard to break free from Jun Qingcheng's shackles, struggling, and suddenly a deep and powerful but begging voice sounded in her ears——

"Wei Liang...it was my fault, this time it was my fault..."

Ye Weiliang turned his face sideways, not even looking at him from the corner of his eye, his ink-like hair had a faint silvery luster in the golden starlight, and in the deep night, his deep outline was vividly portrayed.

"let me go!"

Ye Weiliang's voice faintly came from his arms, the cold breath, and the faintly lonely tone made Jun Qingcheng look down at her in shock, those beautiful eyes were shining, as if they were full of stars .

With such a direct decision, she is his coolness!

"Jun Qingcheng, I forgive you."

Ye Weiliang's voice was hoarse and deep.

"I don't hate you, I really don't hate you. I prepared early on. It's not your fault that you don't love me. At the beginning, I shouldn't have expected it."

At that moment, her face seemed to be filled with the deepest heartache, looking gloomy and desperate.

"We have broken up."

She was wrong.

She regretted it.

She wanted to kneel and cry in front of that Ye Siqing, but there was no way.

"I figured it out, I must live." Taking a deep breath, my heart and lungs were terribly cold: "Of course I must live. If I die, who will visit my mother's grave during the Ching Ming Festival? I have no right to fall down. Jun Qingcheng, do you know?"

Ye Siqing's body is still in the hospital.

Because Ye Weiliang suddenly couldn't hold on and collapsed, there was no one to take care of her for the time being.

If it wasn't for Jun Qingcheng trying to stimulate her with crappy lies, she would have almost forgotten her self-serving silence in the so-called mourning.

"I didn't agree." Jun Qingcheng hugged the woman even tighter.

"I don't want your opinion, Jun Qingcheng, I just tell you that we have broken up."

"impossible!"

The wound that Jun Qingcheng tore yesterday has not been bandaged yet, and Ye Weiliang probably knows it, so he never struggled.Even if Jun Qingcheng hugged him not very tenderly, his body still smelled of potion, mixed with his own peach blossom fragrance, it was indescribably charming.

"Do you love me?"

"..."

"Don't you love me?" Ye Weiliang slightly raised the corner of her mouth, the more she behaved like this, the more panicked Jun Qingcheng became.

"I don't understand what love is."

His voice was hoarse, faintly sounding in the silent night, soft and dim, so small that only he could hear it, it seemed to be tainted with an irreversible sadness, and the silent night sky seemed to be tainted with this kind of sadness.

(End of this chapter)