when you are drunk

Chapter 292 297. Mu Linzhi loves me, he can die for me

Ji Beichuan was stunned for a while, she blamed himself, he understood.

It's just that she said it so heartlessly, but he didn't expect it.

He suddenly let go of her white wrist, and his fingertips trembled.

He let out a self-deprecating laugh, his thin lips parted, and his tone was cold and bitter.

"It's said that Miss Gu from Nancheng is heartless and cold... so it's true."

Qingcen's eyes were filled with disgust and hatred. She would never forget how the man in front of her hurt her.

The golden fire phoenix on the back was like drinking hatred, like shame, and it hurt deeply.

Burned on the skin, but also burned in the heart.

Her lingyan and beautiful face was filled with only cold hatred, her red lips sneered, and her tone was cold and arrogant.

"Ji Beichuan, you forgot. The indifferent me now is thanks to you."

Ji Beichuan stared at her blankly, fearing that she would still want to leave, so he quickly went to the door to block him, shaking his head slightly, like a child who has lost candy.

There was a layer of mist in his eyes, the arcs at the end of his eyes drooped, and the mole of tears was still obvious.

He begged, "Can you forget the past?"

After Ji Beichuan said this, he quickly denied himself, "I know this is impossible."

He wanted to touch her, and lowered his fingers again, blocking the door tightly.

His tone was gentle, softening his cold voice a lot.

"I don't expect you to forgive me, nor do I expect you to love me. You come to see me, and I'm content."

Qing Cen still sneered, as if hearing an absurd and funny joke, the corners of her sneering lips curled up.

"You are sick, I have a man, and I will have a baby in the future. What are you? I see you?"

Ji Beichuan deliberately ignored her sarcasm, and just smiled lightly.

"Isn't it Mr. Mu? It doesn't matter, I can protect you just like him."

Qing Cen's beautiful almond eyes stared at him incredulously, as if he was a fool in the world, her red lips sneered, mean and indifferent.

"Where do you have the courage to compare with my man?"

Ji Beichuan was stunned for a while, his thin lips curved slightly, "That's no comparison."

Qing Cen frowned in disgust, not knowing where this man's so-called deep affection came from.

"Mu Linzhi loves me, he can die for me."

She mocked him, more like provocation and threat, forcing him to back down.

"Are you okay? Dog."

The last thing Ji Beichuan was afraid of was death. Instead, as if he saw hope, he ran to the desk in a hurry and found a dagger.

"I have used this dagger for more than ten years and have always carried it with me. It is very sharp. I will leave it to you."

He said and stuffed the dagger into Qing Cen's hand.

He longed, longed, and laughed.

"Since you hate me, use it to solve it."

Qingcen's brows were deeply frowned, and he didn't let go of the dagger.

Ji Beichuan looked at her deeply, as if he wanted to remember her appearance firmly.

He pursed his thin lips, his tone firm and forceful.

"I can also die for you. As long as you can do it, I will do whatever you want."

What he didn't know was that when Qingcen heard his voice, saw his eyes, and saw his tear mole, he pinched his fingers tightly in hatred.

As soon as he finished speaking, it was only a second later.

The sharp dagger in the woman's hand pierced his shoulder unceremoniously.

Qing Cen's beautiful face was as cold as jade, she let go of the dagger expressionlessly, ignoring the bright red on his shoulder.

It was just this knife, and the deep hatred in her heart seemed to be completely relieved.

"You and I write it off. Don't pester me anymore."

She opened the bag, threw a check, and it landed lightly on the floor, leaving only a cold sentence.

"Go to the hospital by yourself."

(End of this chapter)