Almighty Little Secretary, She is Flirtatious and Arrogant

She didn't know how to deal with her feelings.

In other words, she didn't know what to do with Tang Jinchuan.

She didn't even dare to ask him why he left her again.

At that moment, Jiang Mingyu left the table as if fleeing, and ran back to the room in a panic.

In the bedroom, the scene of children hugging each other and crying is still vivid in my mind.

Jiang Mingyu sat down on the edge of the bed in embarrassment, slowly lowered his head, and crossed his arms.

The fact that Tang Jinchuan was leaving her hit her again. This feeling made her feel trapped on pins and needles, and she didn't know how to deal with it.

At this moment, the closed bedroom door was gently opened from the outside, and in walked Tang Jinchuan, who was also at a loss as to how to deal with this matter.

He just stood at the door and stopped.

Uncle Tang, who followed him up, decisively closed the bedroom door.

The two came back to their senses when they heard the noise, raised their heads, and looked into each other's eyes...

"I……"

It was Jiang Mingyu who spoke first, in a difficult and obscure voice, and stopped abruptly after saying only one word.

And the next second, her eyes suddenly turned red, and a man rushed over and threw her hard on the bed...

"I don't want to leave... Ming Yu, believe me, I don't want to leave you for a moment.

But I can't help it, I really... can't help it. "

Tang Jinchuan lay on Jiang Mingyu's body.

A face was covered on her shoulder, and the deep voice shook her shoulder blades, making Jiang Mingyu's whole body tremble.

And the warmth of his breath was equally heart-stopping.

Jiang Mingyu secretly resented her failure, but when she was young, a touch of warmth suddenly slipped from her collar...

Jiang Mingyu suddenly froze, and a sense of powerlessness, with nothing to do and nowhere to escape, seeped out of the man's body.

Like the silk in the mouth of a spring silkworm, it completely wrapped her up layer by layer.

How...and what can...

Jiang Mingyu didn't know and had no way of knowing.

But later, Jiang Mingyu learned the reason why Tang Jinchuan had to leave her...

"Are you... sure?"

About twenty minutes later, the two people, who had regained some composure, leaned against the bed and sat side by side.

Tang Jinchuan still stubbornly held Jiang Mingyu in his arms.

Although he couldn't move his hands, he still had a pair of shoulders and a chest that she could rely on.

As long as he is still breathing, he will never lack the care and tenderness he should give this woman.

When faced with Jiang Mingyu's question, Tang Jinchuan did not shy away. He shook his head and said truthfully,

"I don't know, but I will try my best. Don't worry, I will definitely cure myself."

"No,"

Hearing this, Jiang Mingyu suddenly hugged his arm, turned around, looked into his eyes very seriously, and explained word by word,

"I didn't mean that, I wanted to say..."

But when it came to this, she hesitated.

But after hesitating for a few seconds, he continued,

"Jinchuan, I want to say... if you are not absolutely sure, can you... not leave?"

"Not leaving?"

Tang Jinchuan frowned and looked down at his fingers, which still had no feeling even though he tried hard.

He thought that even if Jiang Mingyu didn't dislike him, he still had to try his best.

After all, for the rest of his life, he really didn't want Jiang Mingyu to shy away and give in because of him.

Even though Jiang Mingyu didn't speak, he still saw the "care" in his eyes, all of which reminded him to heal himself as soon as possible.

He didn't want Jiang Mingyu to work hard for him. He just wanted to give her a stable life for the rest of her life and let her live a happy life. Although she didn't want to admit it, she was always there...

A life of silent expectation.