Chapter 125
The expression in the man's eyes changed, and finally turned into an unfathomable thick black color.

"It's just that I saw that the girl looks very much like my wife, and there is no malice."

The lord warlord withdrew his stern expression, his whole body was wrapped in warmth, he parted the corners of his mouth, and smiled faintly.

Hearing this, Jiang Ci widened her eyes and looked at Su Jingheng several times.

Really unbelievable.

Looking at the handsome and abstinent, he can only watch from a distance and not play with it. Unexpectedly, he is also a prodigal son who talks about love everywhere.

Jiang Ci clicked his tongue a few times.

After a perfunctory hum, he was about to turn around and leave. He was such a weird person. He looked at her with eyes that wished he could swallow her into his stomach, even though it was the first time they met.

Just as he was about to take a step, someone grabbed his arm.

"Sir, what's the matter with you?!"

If you can't provoke her, you can't hide from her! ! !
Su Jingheng was stunned for a moment, then quickly let go of his hand, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, it might be a bit abrupt, but I still want to say it, can you not leave? Can you stay with me?"

I don't know if it's Jiang Ci's illusion, even though the person opposite has no expression, she can see a bit of sadness in his eyes, and the deep affection in his eyes is undisguised.

Make her feel as if she is his deep love.

... The girl's eyebrows jumped, and she was speechless for her own thoughts.

"You miss your wife, I can understand, but I don't know you at all, I can't be your wife, let alone be your wife's substitute."

The girl's usual smiling face was gone, she had a cold face, and her tone was distant and decisive.

This appearance overlapped with previous memories, Su Jingheng looked dazed, and his already scarred heart began to ache again.

"Jing Ruxuan!" A girl's voice sounded.

When Su Jingheng came back to his senses, he saw the face that made him hate it to the bone.

The man stood beside Jiang Ci, pulling the girl away from Su Jingheng.

The three formed an antagonistic relationship.

And he, Su Jingheng, actually watched his wife who was married to Mingmei standing with other men, looking at him with disgust...

Porcelain...

Jing Ruxuan didn't panic when he saw Su Jingheng.

He said lightly: "I don't know what sir means, I'm entangled with my wife." Seemingly careless, he looked into the depths of Su Jingheng's eyes with a hint of anger.

His wife?

his?

There seemed to be a string broken in Su Jingheng's mind. With red eyes, he yelled at the man: "What nonsense are you talking about? You stole other people's wives for three years. How can you call her your wife!!!"

Hearing this, the handsome man raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced at the person beside him calmly, while the little girl looked bewildered.

He pursed his lips and opened his thin lips lightly: "I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about."

Jing Ruxuan was calm from the beginning to the end, with a calm appearance, but it was Su Jingheng, whose dark eyes turned red with anger, and his former magnificence and noble appearance disappeared completely, and he was in a panic.

Suddenly, Su Jingheng took Jiang Ci's hand, his eyes were earnest: "Cici, Cici, you believe me, right? You love me, you can't forget me, how could you fall in love with other people?" As for people, it is impossible..."

He said to himself: "Are you still jealous of me, deliberately pretending that you don't know me, Shen Tingting is dead, I love you the most."

With tears streaming down his face, Su Jingheng sobbed softly: "No one will hinder us anymore, don't want me..."

(End of this chapter)

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