Yunshishi felt dizzy. Then she was pushed in front of the rail by him.

With one hand on her waist and one hand on the rail, muyazhe held her in front of her.

"Give you a chance to take back that sentence!"

He looked down at her and said coldly, "take back that sentence, cloud poetry!"

"Take it back?"

Yunshishi's face was white, and suddenly he hooked his lips and asked seriously, "OK, which sentence do you want me to take back?"

"You don't like me any more, this one."

She hooked the corner of her lips, suddenly turned her eyes, looked away, and her face was still cold and expressionless.

I didn't speak for a long time.

Seeing her silence, muyazhe couldn't help being a little upset. Her black eyes were full of sullen, and the hand that clasped her shoulder tightened even more.

"Say it!"

Yun Shishi's eyes never fell on him. She tried several times to open her mouth, but felt her throat was a little dry.

"Say it!"

He lost patience.

The woman is really trying to provoke him.

He stared at her cold expression, repressing the anger that was on the verge of breaking the bank again and again.

"It's hard to take it back!"

Suddenly, muyazhe stared at her coldly, grabbed her chin, forced her to look up at him, and said, "yunshishi, you remember, I won't let you leave me."

"So, what do you mean?"

Cloud poetry is extremely anti laughing, with a bleak radian rising from the corner of his lips: "muyazhe, do you want me to be like a love / a woman who is surrounded by you? As the canary in your cage? "

"You are my woman. Not Canary! " "So, you don't have to use this to prevaricate me!" he said

"Yes. Woman, you can also have many women! "

Yunshishi said quietly, even though his heart was aching fiercely, he tried to maintain a calm expression on his face: "but I won't be the only one for you."

"You are!"

How does this woman talk to herself?

He had no more women than her.

"You are the only one I have," he said in a deep voice

Yun Shishi stared at him, suddenly asked lightly, "what can you prove?"

"You need me to give you a place."

Not rhetorical questions, but affirmative sentences.

There is no doubt about it.

Cloud poetry does not speak a word, but acquiesces.

On the viewing platform, the cold wind is blowing.

The evening wind blowing from the lakeside is a little bit of wet.

Cloud poetry is backed by the rail.

Muyazhe put his hand on her shoulder, which was powerful. Although he had some control, he still hurt her.

Her face was still dead, with no waves.

Mu Yazhe's black eyes coagulate her: "a piece of paper is worth your attention?"

Does this woman believe in this piece of paper, but not in him?

Yun Shishi looks at him in astonishment.

In this man's mind, isn't the marriage certificate just the weight of a piece of paper?

Seeing that she didn't speak, he asked in a deep voice, "compared with that piece of paper, I really don't deserve your trust?"

"You can't even give me a piece of paper. How can I trust you?"

This piece of paper is very sacred in her mind and is worthy of respect.

The value in his mind seems to be very cheap?

"Cloud poetry, your trust seems to be more built on this piece of paper! But what can a piece of paper give you? "