Chapter 833 You are just a younger brother (23)
"Boss, why? You and she don't really love each other. It's just a fake marriage. Why don't you end this relationship quickly? Money is not an issue. Just give her a few million."
Just a few million, wouldn't it be enough?
Jiang Tang looked confused. Are they talking about game currency?
Moreover, compared to Yin Chao, who farts at home all day long, he talks about everything outside! You know about the fake marriage, but you still know that they don't really love each other?
Forget it, Jiang Tang closed the door and prepared to leave.
And Yin Chao stretched, turned his head slightly, and then the next second, he caught a glimpse of Jiang Tang standing at the door with an expressionless face, turning to leave.
For a moment, Yin Chao's movement of stretching his waist stiffened slightly, and a trace of obvious panic flashed across his calm eyes.
The person on the screen wanted to say something else, but the next second, the screen snapped and turned black.
Yin Chao turned off the host directly and looked at the black tabletop in front of him. The man reached out and grabbed the chair handle, rubbed it vigorously, glanced around again, looked at the door helplessly, and kicked the corner of the table hard with his toes. It took me a while to realize that I should go out at this time instead of hiding here.
Hiding in the dark makes him very comfortable. It has always been like this before. Whenever he is scared, whenever he is nervous, whenever he feels uncomfortable, he turns off all the lights around him, locks the doors and windows, and then sits in the corner with his hands on his legs and his face. Burying it between his legs makes him feel comfortable, allowing him to relax his senses of smell, hearing, and vision, without having to accept information from the outside world that makes him restless.
Obviously it would have been fine before.
But today he doesn't want to hide himself in a dark corner. Jiang Tang will not make him feel restless. Jiang Tang is special and different...
Finally, Yin Chao stood up, opened the door and walked directly to the living room.
Jiang Tang was sitting at the dinner table, eating the cold food. She said nothing and didn't raise her head. In the past, no matter where he appeared from, Jiang Tang would always keep her eyes on him. But not this time.
Jiang Tang didn't look at him or even talk to him.
Yin Chao was a little anxious. The uneasiness and panic that arose from deep in his heart made him shrink. His right hand unconsciously slapped his left shoulder, and his calm pupils began to tremble. He was still wearing the new clothes Jiang Tang bought for her. , Yin Chao stretched out his hand to tug at the corner of his clothes again, the soles of his feet eager to try.
He tried to open his mouth, looked at Jiang Tang's back, and wanted to make a sound from deep in his throat, but at this moment, his neck seemed to be strangled by a pair of big hands, preventing him from making any sound.
His chest was rising and falling violently. He was like a child abandoned in the wilderness, unable to walk. He was watching his parents walking further and further away, but he couldn't even cry.
It's this feeling, the feeling of being unable to make a sound.
It was like this before. As long as he tried to communicate with others, he would become like this. In an instant, he turned from a man in his twenties to a child who couldn't even make a sound. He had been like this since he was a child, and it is still like this now.
Yin Chao was in great pain.
The disease in his heart made him magnify a little bit of guilt and love hundreds of times. He suddenly grabbed his hair and pulled hard. He lowered his head and looked at the constantly rotating ground, his eyes red.
Suddenly, a warm hand grabbed his arm, and another hand hugged his waist, wrapped it around his back, and patted him gently.
(End of chapter)