Chapter 123 (2/2)

”Be careful!”

Next to him was a pile of broken glass. He was afraid that she would accidentally press her hand on the glass fragments.

Qiao Anran's eyes turned to the broken glass on the ground. His eyes were dull and said coldly, ”I'm sorry I broke it by mistake. I'll pay you.”

Then she went to pick up the pieces on the ground.

”Don't touch!”

Fu Siming took a step forward. The woman seemed to be frightened. She couldn't help shrinking back.

”Don't come near me... I beg you! Don't come here... ”

A tear slipped down the corner of my eye. At the moment, her heart is full of emotions. She doesn't know how to face Fu Siming.

”Listen, I'll take you to bed.”

Joanne dyed the whole man and curled up in the corner, determined not to let the man touch her. Her eyes were stubborn and somewhat helpless.

At this time, if you force her, it will only be more counterproductive.

Fu Siming knew that he stopped one meter away from her and looked at her quietly.

After a long time, the helpless man slowly raised his head and looked at him.

”Did you know... I'm not Joan dye.”

Her voice is very light and her tone sounds very calm, but that's what makes people more worried.

In fact, there is no need to ask him, let alone his answer. Through the connection between what happened before, she can understand that he already knew everything.

Otherwise, why did ye Huanyan tell Gu Nancheng about his death?

If not, why was Fu Siming's performance so abnormal at that time?

Fu Siming had no waves on his face and didn't speak.

”You already know, don't you?” Qiao Anran's tone of questioning was a little cold.

His silence made her heart more confused

She can't accept the identity of ”Qiao Anran”. She is ye Huanyan. She just wants to be herself.

However, what made her more unacceptable was that she fell in love with others during this period, and so many things happened

How will she face Gu Nancheng?

Seeing that she was excited again, Fu Siming worried that she might inadvertently hurt herself. He went to her and squatted down. Despite her resistance and struggle, he forcibly picked her up and put her on the bed.

”Have a good rest and don't think about it.”

Joan Ran's eyes turned red, stared at him and said word by word, ”this is not my home. I don't want to stay here!”

”This is your home. You, Joan ran, are my Fu Siming's wife! ”

”I'm not! I'm ye Huanyan! I just have a Joan dyed face! I don't want this face! I have no lover, no husband! Those are Joan's, not mine! No! ”

She shouted at the top of her voice. She was tired, and her voice gradually lowered: ”I don't want this identity, I want to be myself, ye Huanyan...”

After hearing her words, the last string in Fu Siming's heart broke

He had thought that after so many things, even life and death, there was nothing to let her leave herself. But the woman in front of him now told him that she didn't want this identity and wanted to be her again.

What they have experienced together is nothing in her eyes?

Fu Siming looked at her with scarlet eyes and gloomy eyes. He imprisoned her under his body and said gnashing his teeth: ”ye Huanyan is dead. You have only one identity since then, that is, Joan ran. You have no room to refuse! ”

Thinking of the past, Qiao Anran felt that she had figured everything out and couldn't help sneering. She never thought that Fu Siming should be so mean

”In fact, you deliberately made the news of my death to make brother Nancheng lose his heart, didn't you?”

Fu Siming pursed his thin lips and didn't speak.

It seems that she guessed right... Tears fell from her eyes.

How could Fu Siming be such a terrible person? He was full of calculations for her and Gu Nancheng. Are those warm feelings pretended before? How could he use such dirty means?

”Despicable!”

There was a little distance between them. She could even feel his warm breath and hear his powerful heart beating.

Looking at her tears and red eyes, Fu Siming was naturally distressed.

He really has nothing to defend when things come to this point.

His fingers gently crossed the corners of her eyes, wiped away her tears, and then gently stroked her forehead and hair with a dumb voice: ”I'm not mean and shameless, just want you to stay with me forever and be Qiao Anran forever. Do you understand? I just... Don't want to let you go. I can't let you go. ”

Qiao Anran didn't respond to what he said. He just looked at him like a lifeless puppet.

After a long time, she said to him, ”I won't stay with you. Let me go.”

Fu Siming held her tightly, as if afraid of losing his most valued treasure.

”I won't let you leave me, never.”