Leng Mohan gazed at her affectionately, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes. He knew very well that Luo Jiaojiao's inner uneasiness was not unreasonable, but came from her deep dependence on him. In the future, she could only rely on him.
Of course, there is also Luo Xingchen, her cousin. But Luo Xingchen will eventually have his own family and will not be able to protect her all the time.
He gently held her hand, his voice low and firm: "Luo Jiaojiao, you are my legitimate wife, you don't have to be afraid."
His words were like a warm current, flowing slowly through her heart, slowly dissipating her uneasiness and doubts.
She looked up at him, a determined gleam in her eyes.
"Since I've married you, I will be devoted to you and ignore all those unnecessary suspicions and worries. There is nothing wrong between me and Zhou Wenwen."
"If anyone dares to spread rumors in front of you, just remember their names and I will seek justice for you. As for your worries, do you think you don't trust me and think I have anything to do with Zhou Wenwen?"
Leng Mohan frowned slightly, obviously puzzled by Luo Jiaojiao's doubts. He looked at her with deep and firm eyes, as if he wanted to carve his feelings into her heart.
"Don't let your imagination run wild, Luo Jiaojiao. You are my wife, Leng Mohan. Just enjoy my love and leave the rest to me."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have doubted you." Luo Jiaojiao apologized softly and buried her head deeply in Leng Mohan's arms.
They rested in the car last night, and with the scorching summer heat, Luo Jiaojiao's nose was more sensitive. When she smelled Leng Mohan's scent, she felt a little uncomfortable. She couldn't help but wrinkled her nose slightly, trying to avoid the faint odor.
However, these little actions of hers did not escape Leng Mohan's eyes.
He gently pressed her head against his broad chest, with a hint of teasing in his voice: "Do you dislike me?"
Luo Jiaojiao blinked her eyes and moved her lips, but she didn't dare to speak. She didn't know that her little thoughts had already been seen through by this man.
Leng Mohan couldn't help but chuckle at her cute appearance, stretched out his hand to pinch her little face, and said lovingly: "You coward, you get scared at the slightest disturbance. But I like you like this, because it makes it seem that you can't leave me."
His words were full of tenderness and doting, which made Luo Jiaojiao feel at ease.
Luo Jiaojiao was filled with worries. If the relationship between Zhou Wenwen and Leng Mohan was real, then she could only choose to withdraw silently.
She knew very well that if Leng Mohan really cared about Zhou Wenwen, even if he married her, the worry in his heart would be as hard to remove as a thorn. At that time, he would be in pain, and she would also be accused of destroying other people's feelings and criticized by the world.
Luo Jiaojiao understands her own character. Although she looks as delicate as a fox, she is as timid as a rabbit at heart. How can she withstand such pressure and accusations?
"Zhou Sheng, is there really no one else in your heart? Are there any other women you like besides Zhou Wenwen?" Luo Jiaojiao asked again, seeming that she still had some doubts about his emotional history.
Leng Mohan smiled gently, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes: "No one, no one I like. If there is, I will not marry you at all. There are many ways to repay a favor. I don't have to marry you. I didn't agree to the marriage proposal at the beginning."
"I..." Luo Jiaojiao was left speechless by his straightforward answer, but the doubts in her heart were not completely dissipated.
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