"Why are you crying so well..." The man's long and narrow Danfeng eyes were raised slightly, and the playfulness at the end of the eyes was a little lighter than before.
Instead, there was a touch of coldness.
He loves fragrance and cherishes jade, he can coax women when they cry, and understands sentiment.
But for some reason, seeing Su Qing crying, Qiao Mohan frowned subconsciously, with a cold look in his eyes, very displeased.
Subconsciously, Qiao Mohan raised his slender and clean fingers, brushed against the soft and thin skin under Su Qing's eyes.
He frowned, his eyes became even colder, he did not hide his displeasure, and even his tone was disgusted.
But the slightly cold fingertips subconsciously relaxed their movements.
It can be said that she was very gentle and considerate, and wiped away the tears from the corners of Su Qing's eyes.
Su Qing's eyes trembled slightly, startled by Qiao Mohan's sudden 'gentleness'.
She leaned back and dodged.
But he persevered, and said in a soft voice with a tinge of unsure hoarseness: "Qiao Mohan...you are a big wax gourd...you..."
"Tsk..." Qiao Mohan glanced at Su Qing unhappily.
The slightly raised phoenix eyes, the casual banter has completely faded: "Miss Su, even if you cry, I won't let you. If you continue to scold people so childishly, I will really get angry."
Qiao Mohan's eyes flickered, and his black pupils seemed to be soaked in cold water, making people feel chills just by looking at him.
And Su Qing looked at him, looking at him deeply - even if he hadn't been threatened by him with such eyes, her heart was already as cold as water at this moment.
The bone-piercing, heart-piercing chill ran from her back all the way up to the back of her head.
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'Should I call or not? Xiao Qingqing, don't call your husband a nickname, if you don't obey me, be careful and I'll eat you right now...'
'You have a good idea... It seems that if I don't call you, I won't bully me. Hmph, Qiao Mohan is a big winter melon... a big winter melon... five years, ten years, twenty years... when you are old, I will call you that! '
'Well, it seems that I didn't tidy up my little wild cat. Since you like to be called a big wax gourd so much, let’s call it a lifetime. When you get old and can’t walk, I’ll see how you can escape...'
…
Memories are like movies, the noisy and sweet days when I was in love, and the man who is sitting in front of Su Qing now, looking at her with indifference and suspicion, even with some scrutiny and suspicion.
In stark contrast.
She sat here, hugging his child, crying inexplicably because of his words.
But he sat there beside her, but he was so indifferent.
It was as if they had not only been in contact with each other and then separated - Qiao Mohan seemed to have forgotten her long ago.
To Qiao Mohan, she, Su Qing, is not even worth nostalgic for.
Yes, that's right…
Su Qing finally understood in Qiao Mohan's eyes, what his casual and playful eyes meant.
He treats her as a stranger, without love or hate—
She, Su Qing, has long been a passer-by in Qiao Mohan's life.
The sudden epiphany made Su Qing gasp uncontrollably.
She thought she hated Qiao Mohan more, and she thought she had forgotten him more, but she actually had a relationship with this man again less than a month after returning to China.
Instead, Qiao Mohan deliberately pretended not to remember anything.
Even when she scolded him with the 'nickname' they used to love the most, he was able to be so calm, without the slightest emotion.
Compared with her softened attitude, Qiao Mohan is the real ruthless one.
You can talk and laugh happily with her, but always keep the most indifferent distance.
This man's eyes are cold, his heart is cold, and his love is even colder.