Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

Every time, she wanted to speak to him actively, and he would always give indifference to people thousands of miles away.

Chu Li looked at the table on the bowl. It was one o'clock. He pushed the door and walked in, but Xia Ruoxin opened the door one step earlier.

"You're back." She was stubbornly waiting for him to go home like a young wife waiting, and there was a cyan shadow under her eyes. Obviously, she hadn't rested for a long time.

"I don't want to hear your voice, because it's hard to hear," he walked past her, and the relentless voice tore open Xia Ruoxin's heart membrane again.

Is her voice awkward? She squeezed her lips tightly.

"I don't like to see your shadow dangle here and there, ugly."

His thin open and close, every word and every sentence is absolutely unforgiving.

"Even the air you breathed, I feel dirty."

In his eyes, she may now be said to have nothing to do.

Xia Ruoxin still stood behind him, only looking at his back, and slowly eliminated her eyes. She didn't want to cry, but she couldn't help it.

After all, whimpering low and low, God gave women tears, is it just for grief.

Chu Lu shut himself in the room, faintly heard Xia Ruoxin's depressed cry, his lips flattened, and the documents in the middle were thrown on the table.

"Xia Ruoxin, you are asking for it all, our game is over, and now, I will give you the real start, remember not to shed your tears, because, how long you live, you will How long did you cry? "

Trying to suppress the discomfort in his heart, he took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Manny, wait for me at night, and I'll take you to dinner." Until a soft and crisp voice came over, his face lit up a bit, and there was a touch of tenderness in his eyes.

That woman really had Xia Yixuan's shadow. Although not much, he wanted to be closer.

Picking up his clothes, he went out again, and there was no one in the living room. He seemed to see that flash of light.

well. His thin lips lifted up ruthlessly, and strode out, and when he left, Xia Ruoxin stepped out from one side with hazy water on his face.

He said he didn't like her voice, it was awful.

He said he didn't like to see her dangling in the living room, which was ugly.

She said he hated the air she had breathed and was sick.

Therefore, she would not speak or appear in front of him, would he be better, and no longer hate her so much.

He likes her, as long as she obeys, he will be fine. They will be like before, maybe not a loving couple, but they will live happily.

She was still thinking stupidly. She has always been so stubborn, and as soon as she hears the sound outside, no matter what she is doing, she will quickly escape into her room.

She didn't talk, didn't see him, but she missed him very much, and she wanted to see him, even if she only looked at him from a distance.

Ah Li, you know what, I miss you.

When a clear closing sound came from the door, Xia Ruoxin walked out, hurried to the window, and watched the man walk into the car. His pace was still so steady, he didn't change at all. Only then could she look at him, almost missing and greedy.