It looked like a cold war, but she knew in her heart that it was such a sullen relationship from beginning to end. Maybe he was not angry, maybe he just started to hate her
If she still doesn't do anything, it will only make him farther and farther away from her.
Hearing her words, the man finally raised his indifferent eyes, his eyes filled with mockery almost overwhelmed her, "Angry? What do I need to be angry with? Did you lie to me that you got a gynecological disease, or was the child shed? Thing? For the former, I am not interested in forcing a woman, for the latter, I don’t want what you don’t want. It doesn’t matter. What do I need to be angry with? Qiao Yimo, you value yourself too much."
Qiao Yimo kept his head down, the light was too dark to see the expression on his face, only the fingers hanging on both sides were slightly squeezed tightly.
At that moment, it was as if she was peeled away from her skin. Tong Anqing's slap on the set did not make her feel so embarrassed at this moment.
Indeed, she was too self-righteous. She thought that he could bring herself back from the mall to show that she had not had a little impression in his mind over the past two years, but it turned out that she was insulting herself after all.
Fingers almost into the palm, close
The knots were white, and her breathing became a little heavier. She forced her heart to suppress the soreness and raised her small face to look at him.
The eyes are red, with some grievances, and these grievances are hidden in the eyes with a bit of stubborn light, "Since you are not angry, you don't care, why do you want to divide, divide..."
"Splitting rooms?" The corners of the man's lips curled up slightly, filled with mockery, "You don't want to say that I was mad at you... Do you have to pay such a high price for your mistakes?"
Qiao Yimo's face suddenly paled.
He is a normal man, and he rarely suppresses himself. Now he prefers to split the room. It can be seen... This time the incident still made him feel disgusted with her from the heart...
A hated woman, what should she worry about now
She couldn't imagine if another woman appeared next to him... how terrifying it would be.
Closing her eyes, her lips were almost broken, she suddenly walked to him, lowered her eyebrows and looked forward to Ai Ai's plea, "My fault... You don't want to divide the room, I... I don't want to be alone."
I'm used to his body temperature every night, even if I just sniff the breath on his body,
It can make her feel comfortable and safe, even if it's dead skinned, she doesn't want the distance between the two to be farther apart.
This is the determination made in Qiao Yimo's heart.
The man looked at the woman close to him, his long hair tied up casually, very petite, his voice was low and soft, soft and soft, he still seemed to have the smoke of the kitchen remaining on his body, and there was a little grievance hanging on his delicate face. Pitiful.
The blackness under his eyes thickened, he leaned back, raised his hand to pinch her chin, stared for a while, his lips gradually stained with a cold smile, "Qiao Yimo, are you showing off acting in front of me? One set is broken, another set?"
This man seemed to be born with a daunting darkness and arrogance in his bones, silent, but it could penetrate every corner.
Qiao Yimo's eyelashes trembled lightly, and his little hand subconsciously stroked the big palm on his chin, "No, no, I'm not used to... sleeping alone."
The cold touch in his hand made Fu Sinian's ridicule more intense, raising his eyebrows and curling his lips, "You are telling me..."
"me!"
With a short scream, Fu Sinian suddenly grabbed her wrist and pressed her whole body against the corner of the table.
(End of this chapter)