Jiang Zhuobu's heart sank. If all the phones were taken away by Song Chaoyang, she and Lu Kexin would have to be controlled by Song Chaoyang.

Jiang Zhuzhuobu still said in a low voice: "I'll take it. If someone can't contact me, it will easily cause suspicion."

"It's okay," Song Chaoyang smiled, "I won't turn off the phone for you. If someone contacts you, just answer."

Although Song Chaoyang was laughing, Jiang was wrong because he felt that the smile was a bit creepy.

For the sake of his own and Lu Kexin's safety, we cannot anger him anyway, nor can we have a head-on conflict with Song Chaoyang.

Thinking of this, Jiang mistakenly handed his phone over Song Chaoyang.

Song Chaoyang looked at Jiang Zhuozhuo, who had become gentle, and stretched out his hand. He wanted to hold Jiang Zhuozhuo's hand with the flow, but Jiang Zhuozhuo seemed to see her intention and quickly retracted his hand, allowing Song Chaoyang to catch a break.

Song Chaoyang didn't mind either. He put Jiang Zhuoxue's cell phone and Lu Kexin's cell phone on one side, stood up, and walked in front of Jiang Zhuoxue.

Jiang Zhuomao showed defense and vigilance on his face. Song Chaoyang smiled, picked up the rope that came from somewhere, and tied up her hands.

"What do you want to do!" Jiang Zhuomiao asked coldly.

Song Chaoyang squatted in front of her again, tied her legs, raised his head and said, "Cuo'er, I won't hurt you, this is just to prevent it. After all, you used to be a Taekwondo black belt."

Jiang Zhuobu resisted the urge to raise his leg and kick Song Chaoyang, allowing him to tie him up.

After finishing it, Song Chaoyang was finally satisfied.

He put down the knife in his hand, sat next to Jiang Zhuozhuo, and turned the heat of the hot pot a little, "Let's start eating now, eat your favorite beef first?"

Jiang Zhuobu was not in the mood to eat, but if he didn’t eat it today, he might not be able to do so.

"You tied my hands, how can I eat?"

The beef can be cooked as long as it is hot. Song Chaoyang picked it up, dipped it in a bowl, and then blew it cooled and sent it to Jiang Choukou's mouth: "Just feed you."

"I want to eat it myself."

"Cuo'er, let me feed you. When you wanted to play games in the past, wasn't it just that I cooked something and fed you?"

When talking about the past, Jiang Zhuobu felt it was very sarcastic and ridiculous.

But looking at the faint expectation and fanaticism in Song Chaoyang's eyes, Jiang Zhuozhuo had to open his mouth.

My favorite beef was in my mouth, but Jiang Choucuo felt that it didn’t taste any, like eating candles.

Song Chaoyang was very satisfied with Jiang Zhuobu's mistake of being obedient and obedient. He picked up another piece of meat and blew it, and fed it to her mouth.

After eating three or four pieces of meat like this, Jiang turned his head away, "I'm full."

Song Chaoyang took a tissue, carefully wiped the oil stains on her lips, and said gently: "You have just eaten this little, how can you be full?"

Jiang Zhuomiao avoided Song Chaoyang's hand, "I am an artist, I must maintain my figure and not eat too much."

"Let's eat something else, how about vegetable balls? This one won't be fat." Song Chaoyang picked up a meatball.

Jiang was really a little embarrassed, "Song Chaoyang, I won't eat anything anymore, I'm full!"

Song Chaoyang was not angry and forked another piece of watermelon, "Then eat some fruit, eat some spicy food, eat some fruit slowly."

Jiang looked at Song Chaoyang by mistake, and Song Chaoyang also looked at her, with conciseness and favor, just like before.

Jiang knew that it was useless to fight head-on, so she had to try other methods.

She blinked a few times and shed tears, "I won't eat anything, can you respect me?"

The trick of showing weakness was indeed effective. Song Chaoyang put down the watermelon, and his face showed a little nervousness and panic, "Don't eat it well, don't eat it anymore, don't cry, cuo'er."

Song Chaoyang squatted in front of her again, reached out to wipe her tears, and Jiang Wuzhuo quickly turned his head.

Song Chaoyang's hands were suddenly in the air.

After a while, Song Chaoyang held Jiang Buguzhuo's face with both hands and looked at her eyebrows with greed, "Cuo'er, don't be so indifferent to me, okay, smile at me? I want to see you laugh."

Jiang Zhuobu was still crying, "You trapped me here, tied my hands and feet, and left me without even freedom. How could I laugh?"

Perhaps it was because Jiang Bubu’s tears were too real and his tone was too resentful, and Song Chaoyang’s eyes turned red.

He said hoarsely: "Cuo'er, I'm wrong, I really know I'm wrong. You deserve to hate me. I know you won't smile at me again..."

"Cuo'er, I deserve it. I miss you so much. Since you left, I have never missed you for a moment..."

Song Chaoyang's eyes were red, and tears surged out from the corners of his eyes, "I really want time to start over. I will definitely not do anything that hurts you anymore. I will always love you..."

Facing Song Chaoyang like this, Jiang’s mistakes could not be touched at all.

She knew that what Song Chaoyang said might be true, and shame was also true, but he did it.

The moment he decided to burn her to death, she would no longer have any friendship with him except hatred.

Song Chaoyang continued like this, and Jiang Bugubuo didn't know how far it would develop. She said coldly: "Since you are so affectionate, why do you still have to do something that hurts me?"

Hearing Jiang's wrong words, Song Chaoyang changed to a kneeling position. He held Jiang's wrong hand and said excitedly: "It's me that I'm wrong. I shouldn't have settled the accounts on your head for the sake of the previous generation."

The previous generation's account?

Jiang Zhuobu heard Shen Jingjing mention it last time, saying that Song Chaoyang was trying to find her to seek revenge, but what kind of revenge does she have with him?

He would cooperate with Shen Minghua, which means that this account has nothing to do with Shen Minghua.

Who does that have to do?

Her mother or her grandfather?

"What account has been settled on me for the previous generation?" Jiang asked mistakenly.

After hearing this, Song Chaoyang calmed down a little, and he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "My mother was killed by your mother at that time, so I have always had hatred for your mother, but when I have the ability to take revenge, your mother was already ill."

"When Shen Jingjing found out, she said that my mother could not die in vain. She wanted her mother to pay it back. She had to calculate the account on your head and let you repay it."

Jiang couldn't believe it, "Does my mother know your mother? How could she kill your mother? There must be a misunderstanding in the middle!"

She thought of what Shen Jingjing said, when she was a child, Shen Qingjing and her mother took in Song Chaoyang and were kind to Song Chaoyang.

Could it be that Song Chaoyang's mother died when he was very young?

Song Chaoyang rarely mentions his family affairs, is it because of this?
Chapter completed!