Xiang Qinglan stepped forward, stood up on his toes, and turned his collar over, while Qing lowered his head. The two of them could communicate without much language.
The woman has a soft smile on her face, and her very soft facial features are even more beautiful and soft, while the man is watching her intently, and no one else or anything else can fall into his eyes again.
No one would doubt that they were a couple who had been in love for a long time.
In the room, the crystal-like transparent light fell on them, and the beautiful picture was recorded in the eyes of everyone present. The warmth between them could perhaps be said to be a kind of happiness, a kind of happiness that does not need to be hidden.
And this side also fell in front of the two people who were walking by this store. The world is really small. They clearly didn’t want to see it, but they saw it. There were obviously too many places here, but they just walked in.
Got here.
Su Zhetuo pulled Gong Ruxue's hand and pushed open the door directly and walked in. Originally, he didn't even want to take a look at such a small store. If he hadn't seen these two people, he would never have come in.
Staring coldly at the scene in front of him, that woman, and that damn man, a cold light seemed to burst out of his eyes. It was so cold, it seemed as if he wanted to break these two people into pieces, as if he had caught the deep
Hongxing, who loved his wife, cheated on her, but he seemed to have forgotten that he and Xiang Qinglan were divorced. No matter who she was good to or who she was with, she no longer had the slightest relationship with him.
Gong Ruxue was a complicated person. When she turned around and saw Su Zhetuo next to her with a look of jealousy, her heart became even more complicated. And she just held the man's hand quietly. Why?
Why do you want to meet them when you come here?
There was no need to fake that jealous look on his face. He cared about that woman more than he thought. It wasn't a man's pride or his possessiveness, but he loved her and couldn't help but love her.
She is a woman, a woman who understands him. He has never had such feelings for her. Even if sometimes, he takes her to attend Yan Hui and others dance with her, he is neither cold nor hot, and he has never been jealous.
Performance.
How can a man who loves you tolerate the touch of other men? A man who loves you should actually be like the expression on Su Zhetuo's face now, jealous and crazy.
It's just that he didn't give these to her, but to someone else, his ex-wife.
"Does it look good?" Xiang Qinglan pulled up his clothes and said to him silently. Qing looked at her very fitting clothes and nodded, "It looks good. I like it. As long as Lan picks it,
I like all of them."
Xiang Qinglan stood a step away and stared at the clothes on Qing's body. It was indeed good. However, when she saw it clearly, she seemed to feel two extra cold lights looking at her, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.
Turning around suddenly, the warm smile on her face slowly dropped when she saw the two people. She couldn't tell how she felt, that they would meet here.
This should be no place for them to come.
Her ex-husband, Zeng Jinshen's ex-husband, and her soon-to-be wife.
Her lips trembled, and there were too many thoughts under her swaying eyelashes, the past and the present. However, when she looked at them again, she found that the past was just like the wind on a windless lake.
No trace of water.
It's the same between them, and she just thinks that what he said to her is just his joke. How can she go back? How is it possible?
Ignoring the accusations and obvious jealousy on his face, she turned around and looked at Qing, who had been standing behind, but Qing just looked straight at Su Zhetuo. The competition between the two men had never ended.
Xiang Qinglan walked towards Qing, only a few steps away. However, she walked extremely slowly. Taking Qing's hand, she raised her head and said, "Qing, let's go," with the same soft smile.
The silent words that belong to him can only be understood by Qing. He does not listen with his ears, but listens with his heart.
"Well," he counted his head, but his palm tightened on Xiang Qinglan's hand, and he found that the man seemed to pay too much attention to his Lan from the beginning to the end. Wasn't there someone beside him?
A woman who still wants to take advantage of his Lan is such a nasty guy.
Xiang Qinglan took out the money from her bag. This dress was not expensive. She had saved enough to buy it recently and she could earn more money. However, Qing liked it very much and she felt it was worth it.
"Why, a person who wears such shabby clothes and works hard has money to buy such clothes?" As soon as she took out her bag, she heard Su Zhetuo's overly cold voice in her ears, and her fingers trembled.
After a while, the color on his face began to slowly fade away.
The people next to her were whispering at first, and although their voices were not loud, she heard it. Qing clenched her fists, wanting to punch the man with a sarcastic smile, but Xiang Qing was stopped instead.
Lan held on.
Xiang Qinglan didn't look at Su Zhetuo again, she just took out the money from her bag. No matter what job she did or what kind of clothes she wore, she didn't steal or rob, she was using her own money.
She earns everything with her hands, and she won't lose a cent of her clothes.
She didn't feel ashamed.
After paying the money, she took Qing's hand and walked outside. But when she passed them, she raised her head and looked straight ahead, never looking at him again.
.
Su Zhetuo, who had always had a livid face, his black eyes became darker. Suddenly something flashed across his face, his pupils shrank, and then he suddenly grabbed Xiang Qinglan's hand and threw Gong Ru away.
Xue, Gong Ruxue looked at her empty hands and was stunned for half a minute. She looked at the people around her who also shared her disbelief. Suddenly, she felt a kind of ugliness that she had never felt before.
However, Su Zhetuo only has eyes for Xiang Qinglan now, a woman who can drive him crazy. He doesn't care about the rest.
"Xiang Qinglan, how can you be so mean, even if you are just a pretty boy, you are willing to follow him, even if you have to do such hard work," he stared at Xiang Qinglan's eyes, as sharp as knives.
It hurt her face.
Xiang Qinglan looked at her hand. The man's big hand was holding her tightly, which hurt her. She looked at Su Zhetuo strangely, but she never understood what he was doing now. The marriage was his divorce.
Yes, he was the first to betray her. He has no right to interfere with everything she has now. Moreover, Qing is not a pretty boy, he is not.