Chu Qingxue curled her lips, took the cup and drank it all in one gulp, "Where can I have it?"
"No?"
Listening to his questioning words, Chu Qingxue felt guilty and quickly changed the topic.
"By the way, grandma said that tomorrow is your mother's death anniversary..." Chu Qingxue looked at his face carefully, for fear that he would be unhappy.
Unexpectedly, Sheng Yanxuan not only had no reaction when he heard this sentence, but replied calmly: "Yeah."
Seeing his calm expression, Chu Qingxue couldn't help but sigh.
Sure enough, as she had imagined, Sheng Yanxuan had never mentioned the death of her mother to her, not a single word at all. If grandma hadn't mentioned it today, she probably would never have known about it.
"What's wrong?" Sheng Yanxuan keenly caught Chu Qingxue's sighing expression and asked with concern.
Chu Qingxue handed him the water glass in her hand, shrank back into the quilt, and said angrily: "Then, can you tell me?"
She carefully observed Sheng Yanxuan's reaction, and when she saw his slightly raised eyebrows, Chu Qingxue immediately sighed again, "Forget it, don't tell me if you don't tell me."
Seeing her pretending to be indifferent, Sheng Yanxuan felt a pang in his heart. He knew that she actually wanted to know.
He smiled helplessly, reached out and picked her up from the bed, sitting on his lap.
"I didn't mean to hide it from you." He held Chu Qingxue's little face and said seriously.
"I was just afraid that you didn't want to hear it." Sheng Yanxuan stroked Chu Qingxue's fair and smooth little face, his eyes dark and unclear.
Chu Qingxue was stunned, and it took her a moment to understand the meaning of his words. It turned out that he was worried that she would mind, so he never mentioned it.
This kind of Sheng Yanxuan made her feel warm, but at the same time, a trace of bitterness rose in her heart.
She put her arms around Sheng Yanxuan's neck and whispered softly: "I do."
"It's up to you. If you really don't want to say yes, it's hard to force you. After all, I'm still very gentle and kind-hearted and don't expose others' wounds, haha."
Listening to Chu Qingxue's self-deprecating words, Sheng Yanxuan curved the corners of his mouth and gently pecked her pink cheek, "Thank you for understanding me."
Sheng Yanxuan covered Chu Qingxue with the quilt to prevent her from catching a cold. He sat on the edge of the bed and tucked her messy hair behind her ears. He stretched out his hand and pinched the tip of Chu Qingxue's straight nose and said softly: "Be obedient after listening."
Go to bed, don’t play with your phone secretly anymore.”
Chu Qingxue was obsessed with something recently. She stayed up every night and played with her mobile phone. When Sheng Yanxuan came in just now, she happened to catch a glimpse of the game icon on the screen and became unhappy for a moment.
"Okay, okay, tell me quickly." Chu Qingxue tugged on Sheng Yanxuan's sleeves, acting coquettishly and cutely.
Sheng Yanxuan looked at it and shook his head helplessly. This girl was becoming more and more clingy to him now.
He kissed her forehead and let her lean on him.
He spoke slowly in a slightly deep voice: "My mother and my father didn't have a good relationship. She often didn't come home for a long time when she was a child. We don't know where she went. In my memory, I only have a memory of her.
My impression was that he was cold and cold, like he was treating a stranger."
Chu Qingxue listened quietly, but she was shocked in her heart. So Sheng Yanxuan has been a child who lacked maternal love and warmth since he was a child? No wonder, he has a cold personality and does not like to communicate with others. It turns out that it is the shadow caused by losing his mother since he was a child.
Chu Qingxue raised her head and looked at Sheng Yanxuan. He talked about this matter very calmly, as if he was talking about someone else's family affairs. She couldn't help but feel heartache, and put her arms around Sheng Yanxuan's strong waist.
She felt sorry for him.
Feeling the soft warmth from the girl in his arms, Sheng Yanxuan felt a ripple in his heart. He lowered his head and looked at Chu Qingxue with his deep black eyes, "I'm fine."
After hearing this, Chu Qingxue buried her head in his chest and nodded dully. She felt guilty and shouldn't have such random thoughts.
"I will stay with you, although I don't know how to take care of people, I don't know how to cook for you, and I still cause you trouble every day..." Chu Qingxue said, and couldn't help but raise her hand to pat Sheng Yanxuan's strong abdominal muscles.
Sheng Yanxuan chuckled, held her troublemaking hand, put it on her lips and kissed her softly, "Fool, you are my wife, and it is my duty to take care of you."
After hearing these words, Chu Qingxue's cheeks turned red and she buried her head deeply in Sheng Yanxuan's arms, not daring to raise her head.
"Would I be useless?"
When Sheng Yanxuan heard her words, he couldn't help but chuckle. He tightened his arms, held her in his arms, and said softly: "You are very useful. What I need is not only your company, but also someone like you."
A kind and beautiful soul.”
Sheng Yanxuan's sudden sweet words made Chu Qingxue's face heat up. She buried her head in his chest and snorted, "Slick."
Sheng Yanxuan's smile spread to his lips, and he hugged the little woman in his arms tighter.
"Don't worry, I will always be with you." Chu Qingxue looked up at Sheng Yanxuan with tears shining in her eyes and said firmly.
She hugged Sheng Yanxuan and gave him a few mouthfuls of food, then she turned away with a blushing face.
A faint smile appeared in Sheng Yanxuan's eyes, "Okay, sleep well."
He laid Chu Qingxue down on the bed, tucked in the quilt, leaned down, and kissed her gently on the forehead.
Looking at Chu Qingxue who was already sleeping soundly, Sheng Yanxuan smiled and then walked out of the room quietly.
Sheng Yanxuan stood in front of the window and smoked a cigarette. When the cigarette butt burned out on his fingertips, he stubbed out the cigarette butt and threw it into the ashtray.
There was a bottle of red wine placed on the cabinet next to the sofa in the living room. Sheng Yanxuan reached out to pick it up and took a few sips.
This is a bottle of Lafite worth millions. It has a pure and sweet taste.
Sheng Yanxuan leaned on the back of the sofa and looked at the dark night sky in the distance with a thoughtful expression.
Tomorrow is the anniversary of his mother's death, and he is considering whether to visit the grave.
This good mother of his caused his father to still be in prison.
Sheng Yanxuan's eyes became dim and unclear, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Chu Qingxue, who was in the room, heard Sheng Yanxuan leaving, and her eyelashes trembled slightly. She turned over, opened a gap and quietly looked at the direction in which Sheng Yanxuan left. After making sure that he was gone, she breathed a sigh of relief and then opened her eyes.
.
Is he unhappy? Is it because his mother is dead? Or is it because his father is in prison?
Chu Qingxue's head was confused for a moment, she rubbed her head,
She felt empty in her heart. She turned her head and glanced at the time displayed on the wall clock. It was already half past twelve.
Shouldn't she ask about Sheng Yanxuan's mother, making him so unhappy and not coming back to bed so late?
What is he doing alone outside...
Chu Qingxue blamed herself so much that she thought over and over again that she could sleep peacefully until Sheng Yanxuan came back, but she couldn't remember how long she had waited.