Chu Ci gently hooked her chin with his fingers, lifted her up and forced her to look at him. Zhao Moran didn't want to, but he could not resist his strength, so he could only look at him.

Chu Ci stared at her for a long time before slowly speaking: "I can help you settle your family's affairs."

Zhao Moran looked back at him, "As long as I am calm and composed, will I?"

"Yes, you're very smart." Chu Ci's warm fingers moved from her face to her delicate neck, and his voice became even more hoarse: "I know you don't plan to be a husband and wife for a long time, 100 million... If a decent man can redeem you, right? For example, it's impossible for you to be a good lover one day when your first love becomes great, right?"

"No." Zhao Moran was embarrassed, and she turned her face away: "I don't mean that."

His hand moved slowly, and his powerful joints seemed to be able to kill her by just a pinch. She didn't dare to move at all. He chuckled: "That's just relying on yourself, but Mrs. Chu, think about how many years you have to paint a painting that you have to make up 100,000 yuan. Besides, there is another problem with the Chu family now, I'm afraid I won't be able to pay it back in my whole life."

He was so bad, but she had no choice but to do anything to him, so she just lowered her eyes: "This is what you think of yourself, I have never thought of it like this."

"That's to be ready to grow old with me?" He continued to be harsh.

And she couldn't answer this question.

At least, now, not only is he unstable with his temper, but there are too many women around him, and his mother is also very difficult to meet. Zhao Moran feels very depressed.

She didn't say anything, Chu Ci was slightly angry, and after a long time, she said in a hoarse voice: "Speak."

Zhao Moran sighed softly: "What are you saying? Have you said you have been old until you grow old? Chu Ci, have you ever thought about it? I think you really don't want to divorce or even think about divorce, but the object you imagine is just the three words Mrs. Chu, not me, so what's the difference between who is this Mrs. Chu?"

Hearing this, he laughed mockingly: "Say so much, do you want to leave me?"

She pursed her lips and didn't say anything, and his fingers slowly climbed onto her lips, wandering slightly coldly...

She became even stiffer, and Chu Ci smiled a little lightly, "I can let you go, but think about it, will your family let you go? If you don't save me, what will you think of you? And you have my child in your stomach, Moran, where do you want to go? A woman who only knows how to draw a little, what can you use to support yourself and the child in your stomach."

He leaned closer to her and said even more harshly: "As long as I am willing, no one in Jeonbuk City dares to buy your paintings. At that time, I am afraid that only Chu Yan will dare to buy them. But you will not know what her relationship with me before. I think Mrs. Chu will always have some self-esteem, and will not fall to this point and let her husband's old lover support herself, right?"

Every word he had a knife, and Zhao Moran breathed a long sigh, "You said this, you just don't want to let go."

"I said I had no intention of changing Mrs. Chu." He touched her face and leaned over and kissed her: "Isn't it better to be a little good?"

Zhao Moran raised her eyes and stared at him. Her eyes were a little empty and there was not much soul, and he didn't care.
Chapter completed!