Even Linda and Xu Qing, who had always been serious, couldn't help but smile when they looked at each other. Chen Yinong glanced at Long Li and sneered, "Bitch."
"Girl, say it again." Long Li raised his eyebrows.
"It seems that the two people who went to serve the soup have been gone for a long time." Xiaowen made a silent gesture.
"Honey, are you in a hurry?" Yang Zhi smiled.
"That's not true."
"I'm not in a hurry." Professor Xia smiled.
The words came out of the serious Professor Xia's mouth, and suddenly, the whole room was filled with laughter again.
After entering the kitchen, Gu Yebai stood behind Youyan and looked at her quietly.
For two weeks, he stayed in the study until dawn almost every day. I would be worried that her quilt was not covered properly, and I would wonder if the resentment in her heart was diminishing with time.
No matter how suppressed she was, sometimes she couldn't help but walk outside her room in the middle of the night, which was the bedroom of the two of them before.
Her head was lowered and she was ladling soup quietly.
Suddenly he quickly covered his heart again.
He was startled, stepped forward quickly, and pulled her body over.
"Where does it hurt?"
She still held the bowl in her hand and stared at him blankly. He took the bowl from her, put it aside, and took her into his arms.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable here? I'm going to get some medicine for you." He touched her chest.
She looked at him and reached out to push him.
This time, he didn't let go and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Lu Youyan."
"Everyone is outside." She also raised her voice slightly.
"so what?"
She was stunned, then looked at him again, as if she could judge his persistence and toughness from his expression, and said calmly: "I'm fine, I just want to vomit, maybe I have a bad stomach."
"Are you sure it's not a heartache?" He couldn't help but tighten the hand holding her arm.
"No, no." She shook her head desperately and struggled to break away from his shackles.
After dinner, everyone said goodbye and left, and she said goodbye to them with a smile.
He stood quietly behind her, watching her smile.
The silence between the two of them for many days, the vast distance between them, and her avoidance were like a chronic poison. At this moment, it had sprouted in his heart and was about to burst out of the ground.
He was her husband, but she spared him a smile.
The door closes.
The excitement of the previous moment died immediately.
She lowered her eyes and walked past him.
He sneered, stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms.
She seemed taken aback and stared at him with round eyes.
That was her usual expression when she was scared and surprised. Did he disgust her like this
Every expression of hers had gone through his mind countless times, and he was extremely familiar with it.
Indeed, after spending four years reviewing it, how could I not be familiar with it
However, the sad thing is that being familiar with it does not mean that you are tired of it. On the contrary, it will hurt once it is involved.
"Don't do this," she whispered.
"I am your husband." He said coldly, picked her up and walked up to the second floor.
The room temperature was set on fire.
He locked her in his arms and did what he had wanted to do for so many days.
Kissing her deeply, coaxing her initial resistance and trembling into gasping.
It took a long time before he left her lips and tongue.
Her fist crashed down on him.
He raised her face and saw mist and anger in her eyes.
Still don’t want to
He felt a pain in his heart, pushed her away, and stood up with a sneer.
She looked at him and frowned slightly, "Where are you going?"
After the words came out of her mouth, she seemed to be surprised at what she said, and quickly turned her head away to look at the dark sky outside the window.
He laughed at himself, "I'm not a robber."
He walked quickly to the door without looking at her again.
When the door closed, his hand paused slightly. Even without looking, you can still feel the warmth of her tears.
He turned around and said to her calmly: "That child in the orphanage, if you like him, bring him back."
She looked up at him suddenly, "How do you know?"
"Didn't you say I'm a pervert?" he said mockingly.
She froze for a moment, then lowered her head.
"He is Wei Zijian's child, you won't like it."
"As long as you like it." He clenched his hands slightly and closed the door.
But her figure rushed over.
He glanced at the hem of his clothes and was grabbed by her.
She looked at him, a little at a loss. "The little insect is dead. She came to me before she died. Her family will not care about the child. The baby is less than one year old and is very small."
He knew that Wei Zijian had left China with his family earlier. Regarding news about him, he has been on the sidelines for many years.
Today, it is not difficult at all to kill that man, it is just a matter of squeezing an ant to death. However, before meeting her again, he loved her extremely and hated her to the core, and was unwilling to touch anyone or anything related to her.
After reuniting with her and before the operation, she told him that she wanted him to accumulate some blessings for her, although that was just an excuse she used to get him to let Huai'an go.
He never believed in gods and Buddhas, but he showed mercy to her in the end.