Chapter 411

I don't know if it's her illusion. She feels that today's song Jiangcheng is particularly aggressive, which makes her a little strange.

Song Jiangcheng knew that he should not continue to ask questions. If he had done something before, he would have been unhappy with his voice when he knew that he would not have mentioned it, let alone persecuted her like this.

But inexplicably, he wanted to vent, want to let the voice say that may hurt people but absolutely true ideas, he does not want to be a fool who deceives himself.

"Are you not ready to kiss me, or are you not ready to spend your whole life with me?"

When the voice suddenly think of today's car Yu left his mother's words, he held the mentality of gratitude to marry song Jiangcheng, think that even if this is responsible, such a decision is really right?

Her eyes trembled violently, and she questioned herself again and again. Could she really live a peaceful and respectful marriage with song Jiangcheng?

Can song accept such a marriage even if it has no name?

"Jiangcheng, I want to talk to you..."

After all, she and song Jiangcheng haven't married yet. Maybe it's too late.

Who knows song Jiangcheng is like to expect what she wants to say, the whole body trembles, the face shows the injured expression.

When the voice knew that her next words would hurt people, but she forced herself to open her mouth: "Jiangcheng, maybe we should think about whether this marriage is right."

"No more!" Song Jiangcheng hugs his head in pain, and his fingers plunge deeply into his hair. His expression is distorted.

"Jiangcheng, don't do this." The voice leaned over and took his arm.

Life is still so long, now it is so painful, how to spend the long years in the future.

Song Jiang City fiercely pulled the voice into his arms: "Yin Yin, don't leave me, I can't do without you!"

When his head was buried on his shoulder, she realized that his body was shaking all the time, and then two drops of hot liquid fell on her neck.

"Jiangcheng..." She was a bit at a loss. She had known Songjiang city for so many years. It was the first time that she saw such a fragile side of Songjiang city.

From the real heart of Shi's voice, she really wants to make it clear to song Jiangcheng that there is no love as the cornerstone of this marriage. Even if it is forced together by moving and guilt, she will not be happy in the future.

Even if she can endure, but song Jiangcheng, to give him a wife who never loves him, is it really what he wants? Shi phonetics really wants to ask him that if he can correct this error while everything is not irreparable, Shi phonetics is willing to pay all the costs.

No matter from the reputation, she will announce that song Jiangcheng dumped him and saved his face. Or is songjiangcheng willing to accept other aspects of compensation, in addition to love, when the voice is willing to pay anything song Jiangcheng wants.

After all, in the heart of Shi Yin, song Jiangcheng has long been regarded as her brother, her relatives, her most important family in the world besides her mother.

But looking at Song Jiangcheng, who was silent and tearful on her shoulder, her voice really couldn't open her mouth and said that she wanted to leave. If he wanted to leave, would song Jiangcheng suffer a blow and never recover?

"Jiangcheng, maybe we don't need to be husband and wife. We can be friends and brothers. Can you be a brother? You've always been like my brother, taking care of me and taking care of me. I don't want to lose you. "

When the voice put her back hand around him, she also felt that her nose was sour. She also relaxed into the arms of song Jiangcheng, and the warm one was always protecting her arms.

People will always meet all kinds of people in their life, some people will bring you a brilliant love like fireworks, even after the curtain, it is still haunting and reluctant to part.

But some people's appearance is like a bowl of cool boiled water. On the surface, it is calm and has nothing to do with it. Actually, they are moistening each other's thirsty soul with themselves.

For the voice of the time, song Jiangcheng is the bowl of clear water. It may not have the stirring passion and romance, but it has warmth and protection.

"No, I don't want to be your brother!" Song Jiang seemed to be stabbed when he sat down.

The expression on his face has recovered, only the slightly red corners of his eyes show just how his mood collapsed.

"Yinyin, I'm..."

Song Jiangcheng looked at his sweetheart in front of him, opened his mouth, but found nothing to say, his mouth like a group of Coptis, bitter to the heart.

What can he say? In love, people who are not loved seem to say everything is wrong.

After a while, he rubbed his face in frustration, and then raised his head. His eyes were clear and bright: "sorry, I'm a bit out of tune today. Are you tired? Are you hungry? I'll cook you a bowl of noodles. "

His tone is the same as before, just like when he came home from work with normal voice, the way he cooked for her is the same, it seems that nothing just happened.She stood up and said, "Jiangcheng, I'm not hungry. I really want to talk to you about our future..."

Song Jiangcheng firmly interrupted her words: "our future will be very good. We will marry according to the original plan. After marriage, if you want to develop in China, we will stay for a while. If you don't want to stay at home, we will emigrate to foreign countries. Although I can't make so much money, I can guarantee that I will definitely treat you in this lifetime One mind. "

Looking at his firm eyes, when his voice comes to his mouth, he doesn't know how to say it.

"Since you are not hungry, go to bed early. By the way, it may rain in the afternoon. Remember to take an umbrella when you go out." Song Jiangcheng finished the conversation and told him to speak.

When she came back, it was clear that it was sunny outside.

It seems to understand her doubts, song Jiangcheng bitter smile, raised his arm: "you forget, I have a natural predictor, more accurate than the weather forecast."

His eyes fell on his arm, and his voice and eyes hurt. Since the accident, song Jiangcheng's arm has left a root of disease. As long as the rainy day comes, his arm bones will be as painful as being pricked by a small needle.

His arm An excellent doctor can't hold a small scalpel. Song Jiangcheng never says the pain in his heart, but how can he really not care.

When the voice dropped her head, no longer said to leave, she was ashamed of song Jiangcheng.