She cherishes something she gave her so much, but what about people? Is it the same thing? He has never treated anything she bought like this.
She cheered up, patted her face again to make her face less stiff, then opened the door and walked in.
She picked up the clothes he put aside and prepared to wash them. She had to wash away all the smell from these clothes. It was really smelly and pungent.
She threw all the clothes into the washing machine, and even poured out almost half a bag of washing powder. She was afraid that the washing would not be clean. She didn't want her home to have the smell of that woman, not even a trace. Originally, a set of clothes was half a bag.
An hour was enough, but it took her nearly two hours to wash this set. Finally, there was only the smell of washing powder and nothing else.
However, if she could wash these clothes cleanly, could she also wash them cleanly? That was the shadow in his heart.
She lowered her head, and a small drop of water hung on her long eyelashes again. They were almost transparent heartbreaks. They were broken one by one in the air, and each one was broken in her heart.
At night, Yan Chenjing fell asleep. A small hand came forward and turned on the lamp on Qing's head. Then she sat up and stared at the sleeping man in a daze. She gently stroked his sword eyebrow,
Beautiful eyes, straight nose, and finally sexy lips, as well as an extremely curved jaw line.
She pressed her face against his chest and clutched his clothes tightly with her hands.
"I don't ask, I don't ask anything. I don't want to forget that she doesn't exist in your heart. As long as you can remember my existence when you are with her."
However, Yan Chenjing stretched out his hand and put his arm around her shoulders. She thought he was awake and heard her words clearly, and her body stiffened.
And when she raised her eyes, she found that his eyes were tightly closed and there was a long breathing in his ears.
Turns out I didn’t wake up…
"An Qi..." At this moment, a burst of murmuring came into her ears.
She felt her nose was sore and could no longer hold back the tears that came to her eyes.
She cried silently, repressedly, for fear of waking him up, and then she would cry again, Yu Xinduo, you must be sick.
Yan Chenjing seemed to have heard a strange sound. When he opened his eyes, he saw the trembling shoulders of the woman next to him, and she was sleeping with her back to him.
"Yu Xinduo, are you sick?"
"I'm sorry, I was just dreaming about a monster chasing me." She turned over and wiped the tears from her face, but he didn't see her red and swollen eyes from crying, nor the sadness and heartbreak on her face.
He just pulled the quilt to cover himself.
"Nervous," was another sentence. Yu Xinduo felt her heart tighten. She didn't know if he felt the same way about her.
She shrank back, not daring to think, but also willing to think. She just hugged the quilt tightly, and then bit the quilt. Only her shoulders shook, but no sound came out, and the person beside her would always be there.
I don't know, one day, while he was sleeping, she was heartbroken
In the morning, a faint light shone in through the window. She sat up and was careful not to disturb the man next to her. He had always been a light sleeper. Sometimes a slight disturbance could wake him up. Why did she wake up every day?
You wake up so late, why do you have to wake up later than him?
Only she knew that this was just to let him sleep a little longer. She was afraid that the sound of her waking up would disturb him.
In the mirror was a pale face without any color, and red and swollen eyes. She said yesterday that she was a beautiful young woman, but what happened today made her look like a yellow-faced woman. She took out a cup from the cabinet on the side.
After applying a lot of cosmetics on my face, I applied some powder and some blush, so that I felt like a living person. Then I used a towel to cover my red and swollen eyes. After that,
, then it felt a lot more normal.
She walked out, but Yanchen Jingjing had already woken up.
She took out the clothes she had just washed yesterday from the closet and placed them beside the bed. Then she sat and watched him change clothes.
Yan Chenjing stood up and looked at his watch, then stared at her rosy face, "What, is there a happy event today?" he asked while putting on his clothes. In fact, he didn't care what happened to her at all.
"Yeah, my sisters are asking me to go out to play later. Do you think it's a happy event?" She smiled and rolled her eyes. There was a flash of light in her eyes. Yan Chenjing didn't notice either.
"Are your fair-weather friends asking you to send money again?" Yan Chenjing said without caring as he buttoned his buttons, "You should also learn from others and make some friends who can help you learn something. If you
When you're free, you can go to school and don't hang around like this all the time." Yu Xinduo took the tie aside and tied it for him, then hugged his waist and leaned her face against his chest, "I don't want it.
, I have you to support me, besides, what’s the use of me learning those things, and I’m very stupid, I can’t learn them.”
Yan Chenjing pulled away from him, frowned and stared at the tie on his chest, then he pulled off the tie, "Give me the new one I bought yesterday."
Yu Xinduo's fingers paused, she stood up, and took out the most conspicuous tie from the closet. It turned out that he had not forgotten it. She gave him the tie, but asked her to tie it for him. She really did
"I'm going to wash my hands, my hands are dirty," she said, putting her own behind her and hurried into the bathroom.
"I'm sick," she could still hear Yan Chenjing's cold voice in the distance.
She is sick, yes, she is sick, she has heart disease, her heart aches.
She opened the door a small gap and looked at Yan Chenjing wearing the tie from the bathroom. She even looked at the mirror for a long time before looking at the watch on her wrist. Then his cell phone rang.
When he got up, he turned on his mobile phone and put it to his ear. His face, which had always been cold and hard, suddenly became softer.
"Okay, wait for me, I'll be there soon." He put down his phone and went downstairs without saying a word to Yu Xinduo. When Yu Xinduo caught up with him, he realized that his car had already driven away.
. She walked back dejectedly, and then folded the quilt, doing everything numbly and unconsciously.
It's only eight o'clock in the morning. Tell her how she wants to spend the day.
An Zhiran stretched out his paintbrush and nodded her head.
"Not happy?"
Yu Xinduo raised her face blankly, as if she didn't know where she was.
"Well, what did you ask just now?"
An Zhiran took back the brush and continued painting.
"You think about it yourself."
Yu Xinduo touched her head. She couldn't think about it because she didn't hear it at all. How could she think about it?
"Weird," Yu Xinduo muttered, lowered her head again, and fell into a daze.