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Chapter Seventeen

    Wen Qiang listened to Chi Zhaoyang's self-deprecating, but she felt sad for some reason.

    This sadness slowly spread from the bottom of her heart, making her eyes sore unconsciously.

    It's absolutely impossible for anyone to think that Mr. Chi, who is the best in the business world, would say in front of her that he is a scumbag.

    Shout yourself in a completely self-deprecating tone. With a little humble.

    Hearing what he said, she was not feeling well in her heart.

    Chi Zhaoyang's hand grasping Wen Qiang's wrist was a little harder.

    Wen Qiang didn't dare to look at his scarlet eyes at the moment, so he could only pursed his lips, and said dryly, "Don't do that."

    What about this? What else does she want him to do?

    Even Chi Zhaoyang himself felt that he was guilty.

    When we broke up that year, she thought he was poor.

    Because of her words, he climbed up desperately, trying to make a career.

    This year, he has been working hard for his career in the United States.

    The desperate kind.

    If he knew that her family went bankrupt this year, and she had a bad time, maybe he would return home impulsively and return to her.

    But maybe she doesn't care at all what he did for her.

    Just like just now, he spent 15 million to photograph her piggy bank.

    Just because he couldn't see her being wronged at all.

    But the moment she saw him, the first thing she said to him was "What are you doing?"

    What did he do, doesn't she know?

    How could she not know that he came for her.

    Only for her.

    Chi Zhaoyang is very tired at the moment.

    He had worked continuously for 25 hours before, and he hadn't even closed a glance. At this moment, his body is very tired, but his thinking is unusually clear.

    Chi Zhaoyang lowered his head slightly and put his forehead against Wen Qiang's.

    Faint body temperature transfers to each other.

    This action is full of warmth.

    But Chi Zhaoyang whispered softly, his voice was rarely fragile. It was the fragility that only appeared in front of her, "Can you be nice to me? Just a little bit?"

    As long as she treats him a little bit better, He has the courage to continue to overcome difficulties for her, invincible.

    But he was afraid that he would not get any response.

    Just like the three years without her.

    Every time he dreamed back at midnight, when he woke up, the bed was cold.

    I don't have the smiling eyes in my memory.

    There are no soft words lingering in the ears.