842: C842 He Was Afraid That It Would Affect His Reputation

C842 He Was Afraid That It Would Affect His Reputation

Seeing the hesitation on her warm face, Jiang Lingfeng raised his eyebrows and reached out to grab her hand with some force.

"Warm, come up."

Come up?

Get on his bed?

Warmth froze for a moment, and obediently crawled into his blanket and into his arms.

The man's aura was still familiar, with a faint medicinal smell.

The embrace was still warm, making people want to lean on it.

The warmth hugged his waist tightly, closing his eyes to listen to his heartbeat.

Jiang Lingfeng smiled and caressed her hair. "What are you thinking about? Don't want to marry me?"

Don't want to marry him?

How could she not want to marry him?

However...

Warmth moved her body and said in a muffled voice, "Lingfeng, don't you mind my scandal? Now I am a notorious slut. If you marry me... It will be criticized. Besides, I'm pregnant, and this child... "

When he thought of these annoying things, his warm heart sank.

"Warm, I remember telling you, no matter what you become, as long as the person in your heart is me, I will always love you."

Jiang Lingfeng pinched his warm chin and looked at her firmly.

Silly woman, why are you still thinking about this?

Everything that happened was not her fault.

What he wanted to marry was her, not her in other people's eyes.

As for the child in her womb...

No matter who it was, he would treat it as his own child.

"Lingfeng, you are so good to me."

He felt warm and touched, and the tears in his eyes blurred his eyes.

She sniffed and held his waist tightly. "I just feel that I am not good enough for you."

He was so good. She was afraid that she would be a burden to his reputation.

He was the dignified ruler of the Jiang family, and she, who was already tiny, was now so tiny that she was like a speck of dust.

What could she use to match him?

"What nonsense are you saying? Warm, you are the best woman in my heart. In my life, only you can work together with me."

Jiang Lingfeng reached out and scratched her nose. He looked at her lovingly and said, "Warm. You said that you are willing to work with me. You can't deny what you said."

Hearing this, the warmth in her nose became even more bitter.

She had said those words before, but the prerequisite was that she had the right to stand by his side.2

Originally, she could have flashed and had a place by his side, but it was ruined by those people who wanted to harm her.

She was truly unwilling.

Warmth wiped away her tears and changed the topic, "Lingfeng, I want justice for those who harmed me. Including Xu Jiaojiao and Ann Xueyan, will you support me?"

Xu Jiaojiao had nothing to do with him, but Ann Xueyan was his first love.

She wanted to seek his opinion.

"I support you. You are my woman. I support whatever you want to do."

How could he not support her?

When he thought about Warmth being framed time and time again, a cold light flashed across Jiang Lingfeng's eyes.

Was it Xu Jiaojiao?

He would let her get the punishment she deserved.

And Ann Xueyan...

"Lingfeng, I saw Xu Jiaojiao harm me with my own eyes. But Ann Xueyan harmed me, and there was no solid evidence. I want to find an opportunity to investigate her background. What do you say? "

This was something he had thought of on the way back.

Those people had thrown her into the sea. In Ann Xueyan's opinion, there was no way she would survive.

And what she needed to do was... ...

"What do you want to do?" Jiang Lingfeng raised his eyebrows and looked at the warmth with interest.

"Me..."

Warmth's big eyes rolled around. "I won't tell you. Otherwise, you won't have any feelings for Ann Xueyan and go to report to her."

"Me and Ann Xueyan have feelings for each other? Warmth, you don't believe me anymore? I will punish you."

Jiang Lingfeng turned around and pressed him down.

"Huh? Lingfeng, what are you doing? Don't tickle me."

"Then do you still believe me?"

" I believe you, I believe you. "

"If you believe me, then use action to show that"

"Oh..."

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