"I don't believe you anymore!" she said crisply, "I suspect that you just love me, I don't love you at all!"

Zhao Huaiye's pupils suddenly tightened!

"No! Even you don't love me!" She only heard her heartless, and she said something even more outrageous: "Otherwise, I asked you to learn how to bark, and you agreed at the time!"

Chapter 169 Benefactor 10 You really killed me!

Zhao Huaiye's mind was "boom", and his heart skipped a beat!

Ashamed and angry!

Why is she still thinking about this? !

His A-Xiao, who has always been the kindest and most considerate, how could he have such humiliating things in his mind after losing his memory? !

Zhao Huaiye looked at the delicate jade-like face that was as big as a slap in front of him, and saw that the clear and simple eyes were full of anger and doubts, as if he was a stranger and a liar, and his heart suddenly became cold!

The heat on his face because of shame and anger quickly faded away.

"How can you say that!" He stared at her with a fierce and pressing expression, and suddenly stepped forward, holding her thin shoulder tightly, "That's wrong! It's fake! You are wrong! We are very much in love with each other. !"

Zhao Huaiye can accept anything, even if she stabs him with a knife, it doesn't matter, because he forcibly trapped her by his side and bound her freedom. But there is one thing he can't accept no matter what, that is, she doesn't love him!

Now add one more thing, she doesn't believe in his love!

"You have lost your memory and can't remember the past, I don't blame you. But what I told you is all true, without a trace of falsehood!"

He held her shoulders tightly, wishing to crush her and swallow her, as if he could become one with her.

"How can you doubt? How can you twist my mind?"

The man's expression is fierce and his demeanor is domineering.

However, his handsome face was covered with thick pain, which made it easy to see that he was strong on the outside and hard on the inside.

Behind his strength is the fragility that can collapse with a single blow. In front of her, he is completely a paper tiger, vulnerable to a single blow.

Such a handsome, powerful, and powerful man is easily hurt by her words, how easy it is to make people flutter.

Soft heart, then sympathize with him, and can't bear to make him suffer again, this is what a gentle and kind woman will do.

Not something Shaoyin would do.

Her mood was not fluctuating, but her face was full of fear and rejection, her slender brows were raised, and she struggled hard: "You hurt me! Let me go!"

Only then did Zhao Huaiye realize that he was using too much force, and he immediately restrained his strength, but he did not let go of her. Instead, he closed his arms and took her into his arms: "I will not let you go! Axiao, I will never let go of her. I won't let you go!"

Shaoyin waved his hands, scratched and scratched at him, and said indiscriminately: "You make me hurt so much! If you love me, how could you be willing to hurt me! You don't love me at all! I don't love you either! Even if I lose my memory, I know that I will never love someone who doesn't respect me!"

Every word was like a needle, every sentence was like a knife, and without any obstruction, it stabbed into Zhao Huaiye's heart and stabbed him to the point of blood.

He doesn't know what's wrong, and he doesn't know why it has evolved into what it is now. Obviously everything was getting better, she forgot the unhappiness in the past, was moved by his gentle offensive, and began to accept him.

Just a quarter of an hour ago, her face was full of shame, and she was willing to get close to him. Zhao Huaiye was full of joy and was so happy that he almost flew into the clouds.

Why is this happening all of a sudden? It's just a tooth mark, why does it become like this?

His face was full of daze, and in a daze, more than a dozen hairs were scratched off, and his face was scratched, adding a bright red Daozi.

The handsome and innocent face turned miserable in an instant.

"Listen to me!" he said loudly, trying not to hurt her, trying to trap her.

Shaoyin couldn't hear it, and continued scratching frantically: "Let me go! I won't listen! You are a liar! You lied to me! You still want to control me! What are you doing! You are so scary! Stay away from me! !"

Zhao Huaiye couldn't wait to give her his heart, but she said that he was terrible, a dull pain in his heart, and his lips lost color.

"Calm down!" He tried to reassure her, "I won't hurt you, Xiao, calm down and listen to me!"

"I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen!" Shaoyin struggled desperately to break free from his arms, "Let me go! Let me go!"

Zhao Huaiye had a terrible headache and was exhausted. After coaxing her for a long time, she couldn't comfort her, and she was exhausted first.

"Okay, okay, I'll let you go." He slowly pulled up his strength and stopped trying to control her.

The moment she pulled back her strength, she quickly shrank back, pulled up her clothes, and looked at him with a full face of alertness.

Zhao Huaiye's heart was almost numb with pain, and his face was a little numb, "I won't force you, I'll leave now, calm down, I'll come back tomorrow."

After she finished speaking, she was still huddled in a ball, hugging her knees and hiding in the corner of the bed, looking at him with eyes full of alertness.

Zhao Huaiye only felt the smell of blood between his teeth, and he was full of exhaustion, so he stood up and walked out.

The sky was still bright.

It was daytime, and he was so hungry that he didn't care about the time, so he hugged her and went to the bedroom.

After coming out, Xia Lu and others saluted him. His eyes touched his face, and he quickly moved away as if he was being scalded, and each head was so low that he could not wait to indent into his chest.

Only then did Zhao Huaiye feel that his face was hot and his scalp was hurting. After a pause, he stood still in the yard with his hands behind his back: "Carry the dragon chariot here."

No need to look, he also knows what he looks like now.

Soon, Long Nian was carried in. He sat in and shrank back so that no one could see his embarrassment.

Long Nian was driving on the various palace roads, and the cold wind of early winter was blowing on his face, and the wound became more and more cold and painful.

Zhao Huaiye pursed his thin lips and looked indifferent.

In Chengfu Palace.