Xiang Xiaoyuan had cried enough, wiped away his tears, and quietly reflected on his behavior for a while. Then he looked up at his watch and found that it was already time to cook.

She steeled herself and stood up, put on a loose long-sleeved dress, opened the door and walked out, but she didn't expect to bump into Cheng Hao who was about to knock on the door.

Xiang Xiaoyuan said nothing, moved aside, bypassed Cheng Hao, and continued walking forward.

"Little..." Cheng Hao wanted to call her to stop, but found that his tongue didn't obey him at all.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Xiang Xiaoyuan's voice was so calm, so calm that it was heartbreaking.

It was as if what just happened never happened at all.

If it weren't for Xiaoyuan's red and swollen eyes, Cheng Hao would even think that he just had a dream.

Through the glass window of the kitchen, Cheng Hao quietly looked at the little figure who was busy, and suddenly wanted to hug her and tell her that he didn't really mean to say that, and he didn't know why he said those words just now.

But his reason told him that of course he couldn't do that, because she was just a weekend maid...

The two of them continued to eat in silence, clear the table in silence, and wash the dishes in silence. The silence was like a huge stone pressing on Cheng Hao's chest, making it difficult to breathe.

Xiang Xiaoyuan still said nothing and went to the terrace to collect his clothes. The light brown stains on the chest of the lavender shirt made Xiaoyuan sigh deeply.

She didn't know how to deal with it. She only knew that Mr. Cheng would never want it again. Just a small stain was enough to make it never see the light of day. Xiaoyuan had no choice but to put this shirt in her wardrobe.

, and then carried the rest of the clothes to Cheng Hao's bedroom.

Xiang Xiaoyuan put the clothes away expressionlessly, but Cheng Hao couldn't stand it anymore and shouted.

"Xiang Xiaoyuan, just now..."

"It's not necessary!" Xiaoyuan lowered her head to interrupt him. Her voice was not loud, but she was very firm: "If it is an apology, then it is really unnecessary! What you are scolding is right, it is my own behavior that is not enough.

Check."

After saying that, she closed the door and walked out, leaving only Cheng Hao who was completely numb.

This stinky girl actually said that she was indiscreet! Indiscreet!

Cheng Hao poked there, as if a heavy-duty train was rumbling past in his mind. Even if Cheng Hao broke his head, he would never have thought that Xiang Xiaoyuan could say such a thing. This was more uncomfortable than slapping him in the face.

Xiang Xiaoyuan's attitude was so sincere that Cheng Hao would rather she scolded him angrily, or even maintained such a cold attitude and ignored him, instead of sincerely admitting her mistake and repenting wholeheartedly for her "indiscretion".

Cheng Hao, who had always been arrogant and unruly, felt ashamed for the first time.

Cheng Hao was lying on the bed tossing and turning.

Xiang Xiaoyuan and his own bright eyes; Xiang Xiaoyuan's smile when he handed him a soup bowl; Xiang Xiaoyuan's figure running on the grass with his golf bag on his back; Xiang Xiaoyuan's voice crying while standing in the heavy rain.

Each scene is summarized into her back walking up the stairs step by step with tears in her eyes, and at the end she has to add a concluding sentence of "misbehavior".

Cheng Hao felt like he was going crazy.

He has no doubt now that Xiang Xiaoyuan must be God who cannot stand his corrupt life, and it is a thorn in his heart that will make him feel heartbroken from time to time, but he is unable to remove it.

Thinking of this, he screamed and sat up, starting to cough violently.

The dryness of his throat and the tightness in his chest were intertwined, making him unable to stop at all.

Xiang Xiaoyuan was sitting next to the desk. The glass door connecting to the terrace was not closed securely, so he could clearly hear the sounds coming from downstairs. Cheng Hao's coughing sound was so rapid that he showed no intention of stopping.

Xiaoyuan was a little scared, afraid that he would cough up his lungs.

She quickly ran downstairs and came to Cheng Hao's door. The voice became clearer.

He really shouldn't smoke so much. The sound is terrible, dry and dry like old gears grinding.

Xiang Xiaoyuan raised his hand to knock on the door, but put it down again while it was hanging in the air, turned around and walked back upstairs.

Severe coughing sounds came in waves, Xiang Xiaoyuan pulled the quilt and looked at the ceiling.
Chapter completed!