An Zhiran's fingers paused for a moment, and then he started drawing again. The two of them were each doing their own thing. One was painting without saying a word, and the other was in a daze without saying anything. On the contrary, they were in perfect harmony, and Yu Xinduo simply couldn't.
I don't know, she can be considered a weirdo, because she is the only one who can be so close to An Zhiran, and she is the only one who can let him say a few words by chance.
Yu Xinduo shook the bag in her hand and walked under the street lamp, watching the street lamp make her shadow very long. She walked a lot today and ate a lot of her favorite food. If she could, she would really
Not wanting to go home, she opened the door. The man inside was watching TV, as if he didn't care at all that she would come back so late.
"I'm back," she said pretending to be happy.
"Well," Yan Chenjing just gave her a single-syllable word without even glancing at her.
She was disappointed, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be anxious if she didn't come home all night.
She suddenly ran over and hugged him, but a pair of hands lifted her up. Don't disturb me watching TV. Go and rest when you are tired from shopping.
Yu Xinduo understood these as his concerns.
"Chen Jing, I knew you were worried about me. Are you worried that I'm tired?" She still rested her chin on his shoulder, smelling his breath, but those slightly smiling eyes
In his eyes, there was an inconsolable sadness.
"I'm sorry," Yan Chenjing pulled her hand away forcefully, probably because he thought she was adding weight to him.
Yu Xinduo was pushed far away, but she still stretched out as if she was heartless and said, "Yeah, I'm so tired. I've been shopping for a long time today. I'm going to wash up. And my husband, I'm waiting for you.
Ah," she winked and gave him a special look, and Yan Chenjing gave her a warning look.
"Give me some seriousness in my heart."
Yu Xinduo had already run upstairs at this time, and only the voice came out again heartlessly.
"You are my husband, what do you want to do seriously?"
Her steps slowed down, then she turned around and stared at Yan Chenjing's back. The smile on her face also dimmed.
She was very tired, her feet were very sleepy, very sleepy, she kept walking, not knowing where the end point was, she was also constantly enduring, not knowing when it would end, she took a deep breath,
He opened the door and walked in.
There are clothes that he has changed in the room. He never cares about these because she will take good care of everything, including his clothes.
She picked up the piece of clothing, put it under her nose and smelled it.
It’s still the same scent. In fact, everyone’s scent is the same. They often only like one scent. They may buy many kinds of perfumes, but the one they love the most is still the same. Just like a woman will buy many, many clothes.
However, there are only one or two pieces that I wear regularly.
Therefore, she knew who he came into contact with throughout the day and who he spent the most time with.
She picked up the tie she had put aside. The dark one was actually not suitable for him. His skin tone was slightly darker. Wearing this would make him look too picky, and it would make his skin tone even darker and too dark.
It was red, and she felt that he was more suitable for lighter colors.
He picked up these clothes and prepared to wash them. In fact, he always thought that his clothes were washed by the hourly worker, but he did not know that she had always washed his clothes.
She threw the clothes into the washing machine and took out the tie, as if she saw the woman's face.
There are so many men in the world, why, why does she insist on grabbing Yan Chenjing?
She is smart, beautiful, and capable, but she is, to put it bluntly, just a rice bug.
There is nothing, just a scene of flames.
She picked up the clothes and walked into the laundry room, and threw the clothes into the washing machine. Then she held the tie in a daze. She clenched the tie in her hand, feeling a sense of sadness and indignation in her heart. She didn't want to go anymore.
She joined the company just because she didn't want to see that woman, but why did that woman always invade her life all the time?
There is her breath here, she can hear him calling her name at night, and there are even things in his hand that she gave him.
She stood up, walked to the trash can, loosened her fingers, threw the tie in her hand into the trash can, and then went to wash her clothes.
Not long after, the tie was thrown away as trash by the hourly maid.
Yan Chenjing put on his shirt and tie in front of the mirror, but he picked up the matching tie and threw it aside instead of fastening it.
"Yu Xinduo, where's the one I brought yesterday?" He asked Yu Xinduo, who was still in bed.
Yu Xinduo opened her eyes and looked straight ahead,
"That one doesn't look good, I lost it," she said without hesitation. No, she must have said it a little tiredly.
And she suddenly felt her body getting cold, the quilt was pulled up, and her body was cold in the air. The coldness outside made her shiver. She quickly pulled the quilt to cover her body.
, but Yan Chenjing pulled him tightly and even threw him to the ground.
"Yu Xinduo, who told you to throw away my things?" He pressed her shoulders with both hands, as if he wanted to skin her and drink her blood.
Yu Xinduo endured the pain on her shoulder. There was a faint paleness on her lips, and her eyes were filled with blood-colored pupils.
"I threw it like this before, why did you never say I was wasted?" She said in a calm voice, as if what Yan Chenjing was hurting now was not her shoulder, but a piece of wood.
Yan Chenjing suddenly pulled out his hand, "Don't touch my things anymore," and he couldn't look directly at her with an appraising gaze, as if there was a red version of himself there.
Yu Xinduo sat up and took the tie he threw on the ground. "This is very nice," she pointed at his suit. "It suits this suit very well. I picked it out specially."
Jing shook her hand away, "That's what you like, not what I like."
After saying that, he picked up his suit and walked out, even his neck was still bare.
Yu Xinduo's fingers were still in the air. She didn't know how long it took before she put down her hands, and then grabbed her pajamas tightly, tightly, and there was a banging sound outside the door.
She picked up the quilt from the ground, wrapped it around herself, and then lay down again,
At some point, she didn't even have a tie. She closed her eyes, and a teardrop fell down her face on the pillow, as if it had never existed.
Yes, the moment the tears fell, she no longer existed