Chapter 1272

"I......" Xiaobai clenched her lips and tears were falling. She could only lower her head and try not to let him see, "we are not suitable anywhere... You look so good, I, I have no sense of security... And in my family, I don't deserve you..."

"Good looking?" The young marshal was so angry that he wanted to hit the wall. "It was given by my parents. Do you want me to draw a few knives on my face? Do you think you are balanced?! do you think you deserve me?!"

"No, no, no, no!" Xiaobai was deeply afraid that he would cut a few knives on his face. How sad should uncle Rong and aunt Anning be? She slowly shook her head, "Young Marshal, I don't mean that. Don't really do it... Really don't..."

The Young Marshal took a deep breath and twisted his stiff neck. "Well, this one has been uncovered. Family background? Tell me about family background?!"

Xiaobai's heart trembled and her whole body trembled almost invisibly. The Young Marshal grabbed her jaw and said with a strength enough to make her feel painful, "don't you think it's ridiculous to tell me about her family background, Yun Xiaobai?! you think my family is not prosperous enough and needs to cooperate with those so-called powerful families to engage in the boring and childish trick of marriage

No, no, no, not at all!

That's not what she meant

Xiaobai shook her head desperately, bit her lips and couldn't cry. Only tears flowed down.

She doesn't mean that. She doesn't think the Rong family is not prosperous enough. She just... Just has low self-esteem.

She is an orphan without father or mother. In the words of her former high school classmates, she is only assigned to the Young Marshal as a little maid who drinks tea and pours water. Don't be delusional.

She will always remember the scene of being insulted, beaten and scolded by her classmates in the bathroom in her senior year.

That is to say, in the face of such an excellent Young Marshal, she feels even more insignificant.

She was satisfied to live under the same roof with the Young Marshal. She didn't dare to think about anything else.

Because she knows that she doesn't deserve it. Instead of having distant dreams and living in a muddle, she might as well see the reality and let herself live soberly.

Tears, like beads of broken thread, kept falling.

The Young Marshal watched her cry, reddened her eyes, reddened the tip of her nose, and finally sobbed silently

A belly of fire suddenly died down and disappeared so that there was no flame left.

I really can't do anything with her.

diehard!

"Well, can I stop?" Spit out a long turbid breath. The Young Marshal tried to break her hand and grasp the door. "Let go of your hand. Let's go first, huh?"

Xiaobai still cried. He couldn't hear what he was talking about. His skeleton was small and he couldn't eat fat. He choked and his shoulders trembled. It looked so pathetic.

Young Marshal's heart turned into a pool of water. No matter how she wiped her tears, the speed could not match the speed of her tears.

Finally, he regretted, "Yun Xiaobai, don't cry."

Xiaobai looked up at her timidly. Her eyes were wet, especially clean and clear.

"Stop crying, huh?" He lowered his head and looked at her level, so that she could clearly see her emotions.

Xiaobai blinked and blinked away the tears in her eyes. Her eyes became clear. She saw the concern and helplessness in the Young Marshal's deep eyes.

His action of wiping away his tears was so light and soft, as if he was afraid that she would hurt