Guo Zhi stopped at the red light intersection, said nothing, reached out and held Liao Yuan's hand.

She is not angry, she just feels pity for Liao Yuan.

The person he cared about most refused to share the joy and happiness of his marriage. How much he expected, how strong he wanted to share his joy with her, how disappointed and sad he was now.

His mother, as he described to her, was weak, even weak.

She didn't have the courage to say her dislike directly. As soon as the men stared at her, she persuaded. She couldn't even look directly at Guo Zhi's eyes for more than two seconds. Guo Zhi hadn't even deliberately pressed her with his eyes, and she couldn't take it anymore.

If she can be like Liao Yuan's stepmother, with a shrewdness, Guo Zhi may be angry with her and call it a fight.

But she is such a soft woman, Guo Zhi can't even get angry with her.

Finally, I understood, the tiredness on Liao Yuan's expression every time he finished talking to her on the phone.

She has always been vaguely worried that Liao Yuan's liking for her is morbidly persistent. But seeing his cause with her own eyes today, her heart softened completely.

If he is really sick, she thinks, it doesn't matter, she will give him his medicine

In the dim car, Liao Yuan held her hand instead.

The two of them clasped their fingers and didn't need to say anything.

She understood his distress and loss, and he received her comfort and understanding.

I felt that the road was short and I arrived home too soon.

When I got home, my parents were waiting for her worriedly. Mom dragged her into the room to talk privately.

She threw the small paper bag to her mother:

The Queen’s Gigolo

Chapter 122:

Chapter 122: