Jiang Xiachi would always argue with Cheng Shu about who loved whom more. Faced with this question, Cheng Shu just smiled and didn't answer. One day, Jiang Xia Chi arrested Cheng Shu and confronted him.
"，" Indeed, Cheng Shu will never forget the day she came back scarred. Of course, he made those people pay the price.
"Yes, yes, you love me more." Faced with Cheng Shu's perfunctory answer, Jiang Xiachi felt insulted.
"Mr. Cheng, please answer my questions carefully."
"Are you hungry?" Cheng Shu ignored her and changed the subject openly.
"You..." Before Jiang Xia could finish his words, Cheng Shu stuffed him with a chicken drumstick. Well, this time the argument was over for the time being because of a drumstick.
Looking at Jiang Xia Chi, Cheng Shu smiled with satisfaction.
"Jiang Xiachi is mine, no one can take it away." Of course, he didn't say this.
Poor Jiang Xiachi didn't know yet that the gentle and considerate bamboo horse she thought was a real white and black man.
"Who loves whom more?" In fact, this question is very simple, because both parties love each other equally, it is just a formal difference.
Intention: There will be someone who will love you above all else