Dear Mr. Shi
Chapter 885 - 885 885 do you say I love you 2

Chapter 885: 885, do you say I love you? 2 Chapter 885: 885, do you say I love you? 2 Wen Zhaozhao sighed and approached Shi Annuo, taking the wine glass from his hands.

Annoyed by the glass being snatched away, Shi Annuo thought it was Si Chen who had taken it and was about to curse someone, but he was surprised to see Wen Zhaozhao instead. He immediately smiled and then hugged Wen Zhaozhao tightly.

“Zhaozhao, Zhaozhao…” Shi Annuo murmured softly, as if calling out with his soul, “Don’t leave me, don’t leave me…”

Wen Zhaozhao lowered her head. She didn’t want to say much, just wanted to get him up and take him home, but Shi Annuo was too heavy, and she couldn’t move him at all.

So, she could only soothe him first and continued to help him stand, saying softly, “Okay, we won’t leave. Let’s go home now.”

Upon hearing this, Shi Annuo managed to stand up, but Wen Zhaozhao alone couldn’t support the completely intoxicated Shi Annuo. Fortunately, Si Chen quickly came over to help, and together they managed to get Shi Annuo out of the private room and into the car.

Wen Zhaozhao drove Shi Annuo for a while. Shi Annuo seemed to sober up a bit. He saw himself lying alone in the back seat and looked at Wen Zhaozhao driving in front. He immediately got up and moved, intending to sit in the front seat.

This scared Wen Zhaozhao, who quickly stopped the car on the side of the road, then turned back and asked, “Annuo, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

Struggling from the back seat, Shi Annuo moved to the front passenger seat and then hugged Wen Zhaozhao tightly, his voice trembling slightly, “Zhaozhao, can we not divorce, please?”

Wen Zhaozhao placed her hand gently on his back, “Annuo, if I divorce you, it’s not to torment you. I hope you can have a better life… If you and Han Qianqian are meant to be together, then…”

Shi Annuo cut her off, “No, we won’t be together. I’ve told you, whether or not you are there, it’s impossible for me to be with Qianqian again. Zhaozhao, I just want to be with you. Do you know how scared I am of the divorce? I can’t sleep at night, my mind keeps spinning, always thinking of ways to make Wen Zhaozhao change her mind and not divorce.”

Wen Zhaozhao smiled faintly, her eyes misting over as if tears were about to fall, “Annuo, you can’t be so selfish. You are determined not to be with Han Qianqian, yet you still love her. This isn’t fair, neither to me nor to Han Qianqian. You really are…”

Shi Annuo buried his face deeply into Wen Zhaozhao’s neck, holding her even tighter, “I don’t know who I love now, truly. I feel like I should still love Qianqian, but when I heard that you wanted to marry me, I was so scared, scared that you would really leave me. Then you, so young, would undoubtedly find another man, a man who would love Wen Zhaozhao, but not be called Shi Annuo. I know how wonderful Wen Zhaozhao is. I’m afraid that man would see all the wonderful things about you, and then, would let Wen Zhaozhao take on the title of his wife. Just thinking about this possibility, I feel like I’m going to go insane. Zhaozhao, do you say I love you? Do I love you?”

The corners of Wen Zhaozhao’s eyes were filled with bitterness.

Is that so? Why ask her, since he’s asking her, then naturally, it’s not true, Wen Zhaozhao wanted to shout this out loud, but she found that her mouth was very bitter, that bitterness permeating from the tip of her tongue to her throat, and then spreading to her viscera, the astringency almost suffocating, leaving her breathless.