She wanted to withdraw her hand, but she twitched it twice, but found that she could not defeat the man's strength, so she simply held it by him.

"When will I start talking to me?"

Qingzhi poked her finger onto the glass: No!

The man's deep laughter rang out from his ears, numb and numb.

Qingzhi suddenly felt that her current approach was very naive, but she would never write these two words, so she would just implement them to the end and would never say them.

My hand was caught again, and the glass was foggy, so I could write without having to breathe.

But what he does not use his fingers...

Huo Jiting: Why did you hate me before you knew me?

This line of characters has been written for a long time, and Qingzhi's fingertips are cold and numb.

Seeing the word "hate" on the glass, it was clearly his handwriting, and he grabbed her finger and wrote it out, inexplicably feeling a little tingling in his heart.

Qingzhi: No.

What did she hate him and why did she use the word hate?

She was obviously afraid, but she was afraid before, but after she knew that the man in front of her was Huo Jiting, she was no longer afraid.

Although very, very unexpected, she was sure that this man would not kill her.

As for Lu Wanwan, she remembered that he had indeed met Lu Wanwan several times, but he almost completely ignored Lu Wanwan. She recalled that even the words were very pitifully said...

So, she pried the heroine's backer...

It’s also incredible to think about it, after all, this person is Huo Jiting!

It was completely unimaginable that she had never thought of it, and she didn't even dare to associate it in this way.

The producer she had seen before actually appeared in such an unexpected way!

The back of his hand was wrapped in his big palm again, and the man's fingers grabbed her index finger and started writing on the glass again.

She really has a good start. Isn’t it nice to type on your phone?

What Huo Jiting wrote was: What is it not to hate?

Qingzhi bent her fingers and refused to write anymore...

The man finally used his own finger and wrote four words: It was my fault.

His voice also sounded in this quiet and private space, "It's my fault. I took back what I said before. If I knew you would be sad, I wouldn't lie to you from the beginning!"

Qingzhi's eyes suddenly turned red. She felt that she was very calm, not angry or sad, but her tears were just a little uncontrollable.

The man wiped his fingers on her face, and the tears rubbed more and more, and his eyebrows frowned tightly.

Just as she was thinking about how to coax him, his hands were grabbed by her.

Qingzhi saw a little black on his fingertips with tears in her eyes. Her tear gland suddenly stopped and she took out a small mirror from her bag. She couldn't cry and was disgusted...

Huo Jiting: "..."

"Are you still unwilling to speak?"

The man rubbed her soft hair, and their position reached the highest point. Qingzhi barely cleaned her makeup, then raised her eyebrows and nodded.

She accepted the apology.

But she still remembers the three hundred billion breakup fee

How much loss did Mr. Huo suffer? He wants a breakup fee of 300 billion yuan?

"Zhizhi, I'll give you a second to reject me!"

Huo Jiting controlled her waist with a big palm, rubbed her chin with his fingers, and his eyes were dark primer.

Seeing that the man's thin lips were about to be printed, Qingzhi finally spoke, "I refuse!"

"Rejection is invalid!"
Chapter completed!