When the marriage partner is my mortal enemy, I am scared

Chapter 143 Do you have anyone you particularly dislike?

She was so scared that she was even thinking of her last words.

Looking at Xiao Cheng again, there was no expression on his face. He stared ahead with his eyes slightly narrowed, and the car showed no signs of slowing down.

"Xiao Cheng! Xiao Cheng! Ah..."

Suddenly, a large truck appeared not far ahead. Xiao Cheng woke up from his dream and slammed on the brakes.

The sports car's tires made a harsh friction sound with the ground, leaving a long brake mark on the road, and finally stopped at a safe distance a few meters away from the truck!

Chu He closed her eyes tightly, her heart pounding. She was so scared that she forgot to cry. Now that the car stopped, she felt her tears streaming down her face.

When she came to her senses, she started crying and punching the man with her fists.

"Do you want to die? If you want to die, don't drag me with you. I haven't lived enough!"

Xiao Cheng gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, closed his eyes and leaned back in the driver's seat, allowing the woman next to him to hit him, but he had no intention of resisting.

He opened his eyes, turned his face to the side, and looked at Chu He deeply.

"Chu He, who am I?"

Upon hearing this, Chu He was confused and his raised fist stopped in mid-air.

The makeup on her face was smudged from crying, and she had dark circles under her eyes. She looked at him like a fool.

The next second, she seemed to notice Xiao Cheng's eyes, which were painful and expectant.

"What's wrong with you?" Chu He's eyes widened, her hands unconsciously covering her mouth. "You're not mentally ill, are you? It's illegal to conceal your illness before marriage!"

Hearing this, the man's eyes softened. He stretched out his long arm and randomly ruffled Chu He's hair with his big hand.

Chu He frowned and slapped his hand away.

Xiao Cheng's lips curled up in a self-deprecating arc, and his breathing became a little rapid.

He reached out to take the cigarette box and wanted to light a cigarette, but his hands were shaking and he couldn't flick it out several times. He knocked the cigarette hard and several cigarettes fell out, landing on his body and under the car.

Chu He watched quietly and felt that something was wrong with him.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Xiao Cheng said nothing, lowered his head and picked up the cigarettes one by one and put them back into the cigarette box. His lips were pressed into a straight line, his back teeth were bitten, his jaw and muscles were tense, and he obviously looked abnormal.

He had a cigarette in his hand, and he repeated the action of lighting the lighter several times before it was lit. With his hand trembling slightly, he lit the cigarette.

He took two deep puffs, then leaned back against the car seat. His long, beautiful fingers, holding the cigarette between them, rested on the steering wheel, veins bulging on the back of his hand. The back of his other hand rested on his forehead, as if he was trying to suppress his emotions, or to calm himself down.

Chu He watched silently. For some reason, she felt something strange in her heart, and then she felt...heartbroken.

Heartbroken? Impossible, absolutely impossible!

She admitted that she was attracted by his looks and coveted his muscles. But she was used to seeing Xiao Cheng's unruly, flamboyant, and even serious, domineering, and flirtatious side, but she had never seen him feel this kind of frustrated and powerless.

Kindness, I am too kind!

The saintly heart starts to play tricks on me again!

Xiao Cheng took a few more puffs of the cigarette, then took a deep breath, exhaling the smoke from his mouth and nose.

"Do you, do you have anyone you particularly dislike?"

"What's wrong with you? Why are you asking this?"

Hearing her say this, Xiao Cheng narrowed his eyes and glanced at her sideways, feeling a little lucky.

The cigarette burned out between his fingers, and a trace of loneliness appeared in Xiao Cheng's eyes. He put out the cigarette butt in the car ashtray.

Slowly speaking: "I just want to know, have you ever particularly disliked me?"