The president's love for the little runaway wife

Chapter 42
A cold light suddenly flashed across the black eyes staring at the screen.

"You married me because I saved your mother, and grandpa was willing to accept me because I was kind to the Gong family, right?"

Gong Che stopped his movements and leaned back against the executive chair, his black eyes were cold and cold, his thin lips curled up in a mocking arc, and he stared silently.

Xu Nian, I really shouldn't have other hopes for you...

Xu Nianjiu couldn't wait for his reply, once she raised her eyes, she fell into those cold eyes with a glint of cold light, she clenched her hands subconsciously, and asked back, "Isn't it?"

"..."

Gong Che was silent, exuding an aura of not getting close to everyone.

Xu Nian felt sad and felt the urge to cry.

"If what happened seven years ago hadn't happened, you wouldn't have married me, right?"

She asked this, but ignored that what happened seven years ago had become a fact.And she also became his Gong Che's wife.

Gong Che sneered, his thin lips parted slightly: "Yes!"

Women sometimes like to abuse themselves, like to get into the horns, and they know the answer in their hearts, but they still can't help but ask for proof.

"Well, I guess so too." Xu Nian lowered his head again.

Gong Che didn't ignore her red eye sockets that glistened with tears.

The hands resting on the table tightened into fists inch by inch.

"I'm going back to my room, you should be busy."

The slender body left the study as if escaping, a door completely blocked it.

Gong Che's exquisite and handsome face was completely covered with a thick layer of frost, and the coldness in his dark eyes was better than the cold wind in the coldest place in the North Pole.

After a long time, there was a loud noise in the deadly silent study room, and the expensive crystal ashtray flew towards the wall, turning into fragments.

The cold handsome face opened a thin slit, moved the right hand holding the mouse, and closed all the webpages.

The photo on the computer desktop was taken by Gong Che himself when he was newlyweds.

The green grass, the blooming roses, the delicate and sunny little girl hides behind the flowers, revealing a beautiful and unparalleled smiling face, those eyes are full of stars, clear and dust-free, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, curved The curved willow-leaf eyebrows complemented the upturned lips, and his figure was reflected in her pupils, and there was nothing else in her eyes except him.

Looking at the photo, he slowly pulled his lips, his voice was as cold as ice, echoing in the empty study.

"You say you know, but what and how much do you know?"

It was originally a marriage without purpose, why would suspicion, betrayal, hurt, purpose, and indifference of rejection be added to a marriage without impurities after a few years.

……

The next day, seven o'clock in the morning.

Everyone in the Gong family waited in unison at the door, except Gong Che.

At [-]:[-], a stretched car crossed the leafy road and stopped steadily at the gate of the palace.

The door of the passenger seat opened first, then went around to the back seat and opened the door.

A pair of small leather shoes, a summer suit of spliced ​​colors, a big schoolbag on her back, a watermelon head cut, a small face like a replica of Gong Che, big eyes twinkling, cunning and agile, full of aura.

When Mr. Gong saw his precious great-grandson standing in front of him, his heart melted.

"Nianxuan, hurry up to Grandpa Zeng." Mr. Gong opened his arms.

Gong Nianxuan grinned, smiling very cutely, and threw himself into the arms of old man Gong with a big schoolbag on his back.

"Grandpa Zeng..."

"Hey! Baby, call a few more times, Grandpa loves to hear it." The corners of Gong's eyes were wrinkled when he smiled, and the seriousness and rigidity of the past were all gone.

(End of this chapter)