Chapter 328
Master Zhan, Calm Down

328 who is it that comes from the mountains and rivers, but is limited to the kitchen and love?
he often loiters around in nightclubs. I know a lot of people know about this, so I have to say it now because itâs true. In the past few years, there was no regular pattern in doing anything, even when his work, rest, day, and night were reversed.
The reason why Rong Zhan said those words was because he had thought about it for a long time. After all these years, the image he had built up outside, other than being strong in his career, in private, was a lecherous, demonic, and many other negative images.
He wouldnât explain this. Only his wife knew the truth. However, he had to face these negative images that he had deliberately created. He had to make sure that he didnât cause any negative impact on his wife.
he didnât want to keep it a secret now. later on, the media or someone else would deliberately expose his seemingly â dejected â life, which would have a negative impact on sang xia. he also didnât want so many fans who liked and supported her to worry about him.
He didnât think highly of their relationship.
all of this, everything.
Rong Zhan was more thoughtful than anyone else.
As soon as he said this, many people below fell silent.
It was as if she didnât expect him to say such words.
The corner of Ambersonâs eyes twitched in anger. look at this! Look at what kind of bastard this is!
No matter what the audience was thinking, Rong Zhan, who was on the stage, took a look at sang Xia and did not look away. His long and narrow eyes flickered slightly, deep and mesmerizing. It was as if he had become a different person the moment he saw her.
He looked at sang Xia with a deep gaze. At this moment, his charming voice became gentler and more seductive. but, after I met my wife, I wanted to put my final bet on her.
Sang Xiaâs heart trembled when she heard that.
love isnât something that can be borrowed and returned, but when it comes to me, it becomes how much she likes me, and how much I love her more. It becomes the milk on the bed when Iâm tired, the light in the room when I come home at night. When I see her, I canât see anyone else in my eyes. When I see her, I canât help but smile. With her, my long-felt emptiness and drifting away is shattered. With her, my life seems to be complete.
âBut Iâm still not satisfied, Iâm not satisfied. I want to continue like this with her, I want to go with her. Even if our hair turns white and weâre so old that we canât go anywhere, sheâll still be a treasure in my hands. I think this is probably the most romantic thing someone like me can think of, Yingluo.â
Who was it that came from the mountains, rivers, and seas, but was limited to the kitchen and love?
The only romantic thing he could think of was to marry her and give birth to a few princesses and Little Rascals. Then, they would spend the seemingly long but actually short years together and grow old together.
He finally finished his words. One second, two seconds later, he was stunned.
One person stood up, two people, ten people, hundreds, thousands of people stood up and applauded him. In a moment, the applause was like thunder.
At this moment, other than applauding and giving them their blessings, what else could they f * cking say?
Indeed, men like Rong Zhan might have been bad in the past, but the most precious thing in the world was never money, gold, silver, or jewelry, but the return of a prodigal son.
The return of a prodigal son was worth more than gold.
Once she fell in love with this kind of man, what would she be like?
She was probably more soul-stirring than an ordinary man, and her feelings were more sincere.
Because they knew very well what they wanted.
As for sang Xia, after hearing those words-