I don't know how long it took, when Dongfang Han felt choking and chest tightness and pain, did the man on his body let her go. A pair of eyes stared at her closely, looking quite angry, but then replaced by a contemptuous look.
"Dongfang Han, you have a lot of abilities. When I am away, you will hook up with men everywhere. One Zhuolin is not enough. Do you even want Zhang Zichu's kind of stuff? You are really a casual woman." Saying this from his mouth, Dongfang Han thinks this is harsher than verbal abuse.
Even though he is using another face that is completely unfamiliar to him, it belongs to Jiang Junxi's bad attitude. This has not changed, and it is still so annoying.
"You get out of me!" She wanted to push him away, but the man's strength was quite strong, and she didn't want to back away when she pressed her down. His eyes changed again at this time, and it dimmed little by little.
"Answer me, is it important for me or Zhang Zichu?"
"You are really an unreasonable guy, would you be very happy if something like this happened?" She asked him this way, even if she knew what kind of holidays they had before, and what was wrong. But Zhang Zichu never did anything to hurt Jiang Junxi, at least the person in front of him was much luckier than her, and there was no need to know the truth that made people hate and hate.
"I only know that he likes you too."
After hearing this sentence, Dongfang Han's heart was startled. Suddenly, he raised his eyes, and what came into his eyes was a pair of helpless and sad eyes.
"How can you understand my heart? Everything can change after I'm gone, not to mention the human heart. I'm afraid... I'm afraid you will forget me and fall in love with such a dangerous man, you know, Xiaohan, you know How am I..."
She has forgotten how long it has been since Jiang Junxi called her name like this.
"I love you, I really love you." He hugged her tightly and let Dongfang Han feel his throbbing heartbeat and the familiar breath that wrapped her, "Xiaohan, you have to believe me. Only You must not have anything to do with Zhang Zichu, this guy—it's dangerous."
The black pupils shrank slightly.
At some point, the sun was obscured by dark clouds. It seems that the sky is about to change, just like Dongfang Han's mood at this time. She stared at the man in front of her in a daze, and even her breathing became difficult at this moment: "Jiang Junxi... What did you mean by that..."
Did he know something
"Do you know what another purpose I have for returning to China this time?"
Dongfang Han was startled.
"Just to find the son of an old friend whom my foster father asked me to find."
"What do you mean?" Dongfang Han didn't seem to react from it. Jiang Junxi sat up, pulled her up from the bed, glanced at her, and didn't seem to want to hide: "The son of the old friend is Zhang Zichu."
"Speak clearly."
At this time, Jiang Junxi took out a photo that he had been carrying with him from his pocket. Dongfang Han gave him a puzzled look before reaching out and holding it.
When I saw the familiar tattoo in the photo, the black pupils tightened suddenly, "What...What is this?" Although the photo has become yellow and old, the tattoo of the black eagle with wings on the back of the man is still clear. People never forget.
How could this pattern be so similar to what she had seen before...
Jiang Junxi didn't seem to notice the strangeness of the person in front of him, and first told Dongfang Han a story.