"So what else do you have?"
Du Mengmeng suddenly raised her voice for no reason.
She looked at An Mingchen in a daze, "Then why don't you marry me?"
An Mingchen: "?"
Du Mengmeng spoke without warning.
"In this world, under such circumstances, it is impossible for even my mother to recognize the truth at first sight, but you can recognize me at a glance. An Mingchen, why don't you admit that you like me? You liked me when you were in the South Tower, right?"
An Mingchen pressed the fork in his hand on the plate, and he looked at Du Mengmeng without blinking.
"Yes, I like you."
His answer was also very unexpected.
Du Mengmeng thought he would laugh at her for being affectionate again, but he didn't.
He then said again, "I thought you didn't need to ask about this. After all, no one's money came from the wind. Why did I give you a card to let you escape?"
Du Mengmeng felt that his heart was shaking.
"Then do you love me?"
She didn't pause at all when she said this. In fact, she was hesitant and timid in her heart, but that was not her style of painting, so she asked in one breath.
An Mingchen started cutting steak again.
Do not look at her: "Love."
"then you--"
"But you tell me," he raised his eyes again, interrupting her emotionally, "why do I have to marry you if I love you? Am I going to **** you?"
Du Mengmeng...
Almost wanted to spit out An Mingchen with a mouthful of old blood.
I really want to scold a big pig's hoof, but feel that they are all insulting the pig's hoof!
Obviously it was a romantic and ambiguous candlelight dinner, but An Mingchen was really upset by it.
After eating, An Mingchen left in a wheelchair.
Seeing Du Mengmeng staring at his legs, he raised his eyes, "What are you looking at? Is it possible that you think I can stand up?"
Du Mengmeng was startled, so he was silent.
Only three people know about An Mingchen being able to stand up, one is her, one is Jiang Chengxi, and the other... is Xu Wuye who is already dead.
As long as Jiang Chengxi does not betray her, there is no possibility of speaking out.
And she would never say, nor can she say...
After walking forward in the wheelchair for a while, An Mingchen suddenly turned around and stared at Du Mengmeng, "Tonight, will you come by my side, or shall I go by your side?"
Du Mengmeng: "Huh?"
Feeling An Shao Do you think we two communicate to this level, you can still climb my bed? Or let me climb your bed?
But she unexpectedly didn't attack him, and instead asked, "Where are you going now?"
"Go to work." An Mingchen's face was cold and cold, "Could it be that you think I just need to lie down and this family will be able to run?"
Then he wouldn't make An Qingrou so defensive.
Du Mengmeng felt that she must subconsciously owe An Mingchen too much, so she sighed, "Is there anything I can help? I...I want to kill your mother too."
An Mingchen raised his eyebrows.
"If you want to be alone with me, just say it."
Du Mengmeng: "Forget it, when I didn't say anything!"
I'm cheap!
"Where to go?" She had just turned around, but An Mingchen had already caught up with her, grabbed her arm, dragged her directly onto her lap, circled her in her arms, and then drove the wheelchair in the opposite direction.
Du Mengmeng sat on his lap and looked back at the scenery on both sides.
"Wow..." In order to prevent him from falling, she automatically hugged his neck, "Your wheelchair is a bit strong."