On a warm afternoon, the weather is warm and the sun is shining.

The cold words Cheng Jinrong said made Pei Zhang feel like he was in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month.

Pei Zhang couldn't laugh anymore, his handsome face seemed to be frozen.

No matter how tender and sweet you are, young people always have their own pride and self-esteem. Pei Zhang was successful at a young age and was proud of his youth. Only when he was facing her would he bow his head to show his goodwill.

But his concessions are also limited.

"Cousin Rong," Pei Zhang stiffened his handsome face and squeezed out a few words: "What do you mean by saying this?"

Cheng Jinrong looked directly at Pei Zhang, his eyes as deep as a pool, and he repeated word by word: "Don't come to see me in the future."

Pei Zhang: "..."

Pei Zhang clenched his right hand into a fist, his thin lips were pursed very tightly, and anger flashed in his eyes, and his handsome face flashed with a hint of dark redness.

Cheng Jingan stared in surprise, his eyes almost glaring out.

He just came to make a wooden stake on his mother's order. How could he encounter such a fierce and decisive situation?

Cousin Rong is really cruel and ruthless! Even when he was listening, he was frightened. How shameless, angry, would Pei Zhang be now?

What if Pei Zhang turned around in anger, who would Rong marry to in the future?

Cheng Jingan coughed hard, breaking the suffocating and tense atmosphere: "My cousin Rong must be tired, so let's go into the house first! Mr. Pei has also met My cousin Rong, so it's better to go back to the house first. When you have free time in the future, come to visit My cousin Rong."

Pei Zhang seemed to have not heard of it and stared straight at Cheng Jinrong's cold face.

Cheng Jinrong and Pei Zhang looked at each other and said lightly: "Cousin, I have something to say to my cousin Pei. Please avoid it for a while."

Cheng Jing'an: "..."

It would be fine if you have a kind heart and no one appreciates it, but you are even disliked!

Cheng Jingan twitched the corner of his mouth and turned to the corner of the yard. A small piece of herb was planted there. In early spring, the herbs grew thin buds, swaying in the breeze, emitting the unique fragrance of the herbs.

Cheng Jingan squatted down, reached out and grabbed the tender leaves, and thought silently.

A tender leaf. Pei Zhang left in anger.

Two pieces of cousin Rong softened her heart, cried and made a good relationship with Pei Zhang.

Three pieces. Pei Zhang left in anger.

...

Under the eaves.

Pei Zhang and Cheng Jinrong looked at each other silently, confronting each other silently.

Pei Zhang couldn't help but open his mouth first, his voice a little hoarse: "Cousin Rong, what do you mean?"

Cheng Jinrong looked at Pei Zhang and said slowly and firmly: "My thoughts have been clearly stated just now. My cousin insisted on asking, so I might as well explain them more clearly."

"From today on, you and I only have the love between cousins, no love between men and women, nor the possibility of becoming a husband and wife."

"My cousin is at the age of marriage. It's better to find a good marriage as soon as possible so as not to delay the lifelong event."

What is the most hurtful thing in the world?

The ruthless words of the sweetheart are even more victorious, piercing the young man's heart into blood.

Pei Zhang's body trembled and he suddenly reached out to grab Cheng Jinrong's wrist.

Cheng Jinrong seemed to have expected Pei Zhang's actions and quickly took a step back. Pei Zhang has been practicing martial arts for many years and is very skilled. He stepped forward without thinking, but he still grabbed Cheng Jinrong's wrist.

Pei Zhang's heart was boiling and his palms were hot.

Cheng Jinrong's expression was cold and his wrists were slightly cool.

"Cheng Jinrong!" Pei Zhang's eyes were red and his voice was almost hoarse: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

We childhood sweethearts grow up together and we agree with each other.

Although I didn't say it clearly, I know that you like me. You know that I like you too.

If I don’t marry you, who else can I marry?

If you don’t marry me, who else do you want to marry?

How could you say such heartless words so easily? How could you hurt my heart like this!

The pride and self-esteem of the young man made it difficult for Pei Zhang to speak these almost imperfect words. But his passionate heart and pain were clearly revealed from his eyes.

People are not plants and trees, so who can be ruthless?

Cheng Jinrong could no longer maintain his indifferent expression, and obscurity spread from the bottom of his heart and overflowed to the tip of his tongue.

She and the Yong'an Hou had an irreconcilable grudge and would never end. There was no possibility for her and Pei Zhang. There was only one knife between them.

She bit her lip hard, twisted her head to one side, and said coldly: "Let me go! I have made it clear that I have no affection for you. Forget me as soon as possible and choose another good marriage."

Pei Zhang's eyes were red, and his right hand was unconsciously exerting force: "You..."

"Pei Zhang! Let go!" Cheng Jinrong suddenly looked over: "I don't want to see you, you can't beat you up!"

Pei Zhang was stabbed hard by the anger that appeared in his black eyes, and subconsciously let go and took a few steps back.

The dazzling sunlight fell on his face.

The eyes were dry.

Cheng Jinrong said coldly: "You leave now, I won't give you it."

Then, he turned around and left.

Pei Zhang stood there blankly, watching the familiar slim figure disappearing in front of him. A hole seemed to have broken into his heart, empty and cold.

...

The fifty-seventh piece.

Rong's sister Hui Jian cut off the love thread. Pei Zhang did not leave in anger, and stood there like a wooden stake. She had been standing for a cup of tea.

Cheng Jingan, who had been squatting for a long time, threw a bunch of tender leaves beside him.

Cheng Jing'an's fingertips were dyed with grass juice, slightly green.

However, at this time he didn't care about these things. He changed his posture and continued to squat. While looking at Pei Zhang's stiff figure, he was thinking in his mind.

Should he come forward and comfort him?

It’s not right. Pei Zhang is so confident and proud. He went forward so directly to comfort him. Maybe Pei Zhang thought he was just a joke and took his anger on him, but it wouldn’t be wonderful.

Forget it, he should continue to squat and wait...

I waited for another cup of tea.

Pei Zhang let out a long breath and turned around slowly.

Cheng Jingan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and stood up. Because he had squatted for too long, his legs became numb. As soon as he took a step, the soles of his feet were gnawed by dozens of ants at the same time. Don’t mention the "wonderful" taste of soreness, numbness, swelling and painfulness.

"Young Master Pei," Cheng Jingan looked at Pei Zhang with a pale face carefully, and felt a little pity and sympathy in his heart: "You are okay!"

I'm very good! Very good!

Pei Zhang wanted to spit out a few words loudly, but when he spoke, he felt like he was blocked by a huge rock and could not spit it out.

Before he knew it, Pei Zhang's eyes were red and watery.

Cheng Jingan was startled and blurted out: "Hey, hey, don't cry and wipe your tears! If you want to cry, you will cry again when you return to the Pei family."

Pei Zhang: "..."

Hold on!

This is Cheng Jinrong’s cousin!

Pei Zhang resisted the urge to kick the other party away and quickly left.

Cheng Jingan, who had escaped by chance, followed the idea that the visitor was a guest, hurriedly followed him and said enthusiastically: "Mr. Pei, cousin Rong refused to send you, I will send you out of the mansion."
Chapter completed!