Chapter two hundred and forty. Y*u are not to leave

"Relationships Change! Be careful that she doesn't thank you and blames you. "

Although Gong Haohui can not define the relationship between the two men, although he was once married, but it is more like a consensual contract, so tied two people, forced him with another woman tied. It was not that he did not want to accept Luo Jiaojiao, but every time he tried to close, the feeling of discomfort in his heart, and soon again persuaded him to retreat.

But this kind of situation, with Jiang Zihang and Tang Miao, is also can not be mentioned in the same breath, because between him and Luo Jiaojiao, has never appeared the love. And his relationship between Luo Ying, and never cooling and deterioration, only with the passage of time and deepen.

Therefore he just rightfully thought that Tang Miao still has the sentiment to the son navigation. It was just a momentary tantrum. But, you know, it could be true.

Luo Ying no longer spoke, her heart sink into anxiety, don't know what happened to Tang Miao there, looked up at Gong Haohui in the Moonlight Baptism handsome side face, suddenly have a inexplicable warm heart and sense of security.

"Well, let's just say you're worried about me. "

When the argument was over, Gong Haohui opened the trunk, put the trunk inside and reached out to Rub Luo Ying's head, "Go on, go home, and I'll have my housekeeper take the suitcase back when they get married, although there may not be a chance of that. "

"What? "

Gong Haohui said the voice is getting smaller and smaller, Luo Ying did not hear what he said in the second half.

"Nothing. Go home. "

"Well, never mind! "

Luo Ying rolled her eyes, pulled open the door, and sat inside.

Gong Haohui shook his head helplessly.

On the other side, sitting in the car of Jiang Zihang Tang Miao, the heart of despair, this Jiang Zihang will not let him go again, if they get married, she will not regret?

To this day, every time I fantasize about two people's marriage, it's a bad picture.

As the car sped down the highway, Tang Miao tried to open the door and jump out, only to find that every door was locked.

"Jiang Zihang, stop the car and put me down! What do you want? I said I don't want to marry you. Can you stop pushing each other. "

Tang Miao loudly scold him, Jiang Zihang is like a pool of cold stagnant water, there is no mood.

"But is it too late for me to regret marrying you? "

Tang Miao did not expect that two people would make such a situation, so choose to escape, but also do not want to see this day.

"If you don't stop, if you don't stop, I'll break the window and jump off here! "

Tang Miao took out her mobile phone from her bag and aimed it at the car window.

Jiang Zihang listened to her words, suddenly accelerated, because there is no seat belt, her whole person because of Inertia Mengdi leaned on the back of the chair, the phone was thrown out, fell at the foot of Jiang Zihang.

"Well, in that case, I'll go with you. If you insist, I'll turn right now and go down the bumper here, and we'll both go down together. How about that? "

Tang Miao did not expect him to say so, in fact, she just wanted to scare him, did not want to what.

But looking at his expression, as if it was not a joke, she was still young, she did not want to die, so the sensible shut up, no more noise.

The speed of the car was very fast, and it didn't take long to get back to Jiang's house,

did Not expect ah did not expect, toss about so long, incredibly returned to the original point, it is very disconvincing.

Get off the car, Jiang Zihang immediately after carrying her to the villa walk, she know Jiang Zihang now in anger, provoke him to his own no good.

So simply quiet as a chicken, let him carry himself, into the villa.

The housekeeper also left the door open for them in the living room, see Jiang Zihang and Miao back together, he still don't know what happened, politely played a call: "Young Master and young grandmother so soon back Ah. "

But no one answered him.

Jiang Zihang all the way to carry him, on the second floor, Tang Miao suddenly began to feel panic, she whispered: "Jiang Zihang, you can put me down now, because I have not run away? "

However, Jiang Zihang still turned a deaf ear and kicked open the door of her room and threw her onto the bed.

His eyes were bloodshot red with fear, and his body reeked of anger. He reached out and began to take off his jacket, leaving Tang Miao cowering in a corner of the bed.

Originally wanted to escape Jiang Zihang's attack, but did not expect to run out of the ten ring was he dragged his legs to a sudden dive down.

Jiang Zihang lowered her head, both hands violently tore her clothes, she felt bad, in order to ensure that things will not be difficult to clean up the situation, she stretched out her hand did not want to ruthlessly slap him.

Jiang Zihang stopped his hand, his face was covered with shock, Tang Miao immediately pulled down the quilt to cover himself, fled to her two meters away from the distance.

"Jiang Zihang, this... This is you force me! You don't make a mess, otherwise I will never forgive you for a lifetime. "

She realized that maybe she had gone too far. She hid in the corner and quietly observed Jiang Zihang's expression. In fact, her heart had been frightened and flustered, and it was hard to calm down.

Jiang Zi sets out, throws the torn piece of cloth in the hand on the ground, Slouch, stagger to the door.

Tang Miao in the mind just let out a breath, hear the voice of low dullness and Astringency, ring out not far away.

"You are not to leave this room until tomorrow, or I promise you, you will pay dearly. "

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Tang Miao fell to the bed with relief.

Today this is exactly what matter, AH, she never thought, this life can unexpectedly become such a relationship with Jiang Zihang.

She was so tired that she had no strength to run away. As soon as she fell down, she felt sleepy and fell into a dream.

As for the wedding tomorrow, let's wait until tomorrow to figure it out if... What If... ...

Jiang Zihang walked out of the door of Tang Miao's room, stretched out his hand to touch the side face that he was hit, this life is the first time to be hit by a woman, oh.

The slap had taken all the anger and irrationality out of him, and he smiled wryly, with an indescribable sadness.

Looking back at the closed door quietly, clearly she was in his side, but did not expect the distance between the two people has become so big.

Maybe. Is it time to let her go? But if she lets her go as she wishes, will she be happy?

The Moon has risen to the middle of the sky, through the French window, gently scattered in the body of Tang Miao. From time to time, black clouds would surround it, blocking out its light and making the Sky Gray.