Chapter 100

"Are you telling the truth?" Meng Shaoxuan suddenly took a step forward and used both hands to hold her face, forcing her to look at him.

Knowledge froze him. Facing his amber eyes, there was only her in them, a small little her. And she, the lowly, timid, shrinking existence, was no longer the elegant and loving Fu Jingzhi back then.

If she could, if she could, she would bear the name Song Zhi and live on in another clean identity, but not like now, like a street rat, cowering, humble, and burying herself in a swamp.

"Yes, it's all true." She had a feeling that if the man in front of her hadn't disdainfully flung his hands away, he would have used a look of pity from a superior to her to endow her with some sympathy.

Meng Shaoxuan held her face even more gently with both hands, but he was smiling, and his smile was very open and wild: "I know, I believe what you said, and I don't believe what comes after."

Zhi Zhi's eyes were wide open. "Why?"

She moved a little, wanting to get away from his palms, but his big hands gradually slid down, and then landed on her shoulders. Then, he wrapped his arm around her thin back, and pulled her into his embrace with all his strength, his eyes that were filled with ruthlessness suddenly opened wide yet unrestrained. His lips that were like flower petals lifted as he said arrogantly: "Because, I don't believe that you are that kind of person, even if the whole world scolded you, what does it have to do with me? I only believe in my own feelings. I only believe in my own eyes. "

His body couldn't help but tremble. The crime of killing his father and those dirty words … Even her own mother didn't believe her, but this man, who was still a stranger to her, had actually said such words.

No matter if it was his sincerity or his other ulterior motives, she thanked him for his knowledge. Not only did he not make a move that would embarrass her, he even made her feel happy for the first time that she was being understood and trusted.

"Thank you." She lowered her head slowly and buried her face in his chest. Her small, frail hands gripped the front of his shirt, and she said in a muffled voice, with a hint of sobs, "Let me have your hug for five minutes."

Meng Shaoxuan did not make a sound, and only hugged her even more tightly. He did not speak, and held his breath.

If she were to say it now, Meng Shaoxuan would only make me happy if you die. He definitely believed that he would stab himself without even blinking his eyes.

She silently cried, her face pressed tightly against the person's chest, and her tears quickly soaked his shirt. She cried very miserably, her nose also flowing out, but she did not have the time to care, and simply hugged Meng Shaoxuan tightly, crying loudly.

Meng Shaoxuan curiously looked down at her, but she raised her hand and pushed him away. He then quickly turned his head away and said with a voice that was both tender and tender, and yet also had a hint of a voice that made one's heart ache: "Don't look at it, it's dirty on my face."

With a mischievous smile, he deliberately walked in front of her. "Where's the dirt? Let me take a look." He lowered his head, covering his face with his hands, just as he was about to run away. Unexpectedly, Meng Shaoxuan extended his arms and wrapped them around her, he lowered his head and fished in his pockets for a long time but did not find a tissue, so he simply lifted his sleeves and let her wipe it.

Knowing that he was scared witless, she naturally knew that his clothes were all ridiculously expensive. How could she still wear her snot and tears?

"Don't, dirty …" Knowing that he was struggling to avoid the attack, a crack seemed to have appeared in the depths of his heart.

"If others are dirty, you won't be dirty." He raised his sleeves to wipe her tears. It seemed very crude, but when it landed on her face, it was as if he was gently wiping a priceless piece of porcelain. As he wiped it, he joked, "Who is like you, crying like this, you really became the infuriated wife in the movie."

"You're the one who's angered your daughter-in-law." He knew that he had dared to quarrel with him.

"I'm an honest man. You'll know in the future!" Meng Shaoxuan smiled at her, his tall body causing her to look extremely cute. The little bun covered her up. He caressed the top of her hair as if he was coaxing a child, and maliciously and viciously said: "From now on, you are my man. I'll kill whoever dares to say anything bad about you!"

"Save it." She lowered her eyes, but a row of long eyelashes were trembling. When Meng Shaoxuan saw this, he felt his heart itch and lowered his head to kiss her.

Meng Shaoxuan laughed evilly as he looked at her happily: "It's just a matter of time. Kiss earlier is kissy, while kiss later is kissy as well. Right now, practice for a bit …"

"Pei, you're dreaming!" Zhi Ming glared at him. He wanted to laugh, but then he suddenly stopped. That tiny bit of dream-like beauty was like a soap bubble under the sun. She, on the other hand, had already passed the age of a dream.

How could he be so stupid, so stupid, and so trusting of others? Merely a word and a hug, Fu Jingzhi...

Look at how you were flirting with others just now. Did your mother really wrongly accuse you of what she just said?