Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

Her hand once again rested on Xia Ruoxin's shoulder. "Ruoxin, listen to me and divorce him, don't continue anymore. I'm afraid you won't even have bones in the future."

She persuaded her bitterly, but her eyes were staring at the table behind Xia Ruoxin consciously or unintentionally, and she felt very fortunate now that it was because she was sitting in this direction that she could see it.

"Divorce?" Xia Ruo couldn't help holding the cup in his hand, and shook his head stubbornly. "No, I won't divorce, absolutely not," and divorced, then I will never intersect with him again. She couldn't see him again, she couldn't live under the same roof with him anymore, and there was no relationship anymore, her heart was hurt, no, she didn't even think about it.

"I really want to know what's on your mind?" Jiang Yao drank the juice from the glass with a big mouth, and was really speechless to her.

"I don't know what I'm thinking, just know that I won't leave, even if ..." Xia Ruo smiled bitterly and put his arms on his face, at first it was a cold glass, then the hot and humid juice.

She doesn't need much, she only needs a little.

He can't love her enough, but she wants to love him well.

That's enough, really enough.

"I think I might have to collect your body when I get back," Jiang Yao lowered the cup in his hand, then stood up, took Xia Ruoxin's hand, and wanted to leave here as soon as possible, "Go, Ruoxin, I don't like it, let's change places. "

Xia Ruoxin was passively pulled up by her and asked her strangely, "Jiang Yao, you haven't always liked this place, saying it's quiet and not noisy. When you came, you said the same thing. How did it change so fast?"

"I said I didn't like it, but I didn't like it. I was tired and wanted to change the land. Can't I?" Jiang Yao pulled Xia Ruoxin toward the door, as if he was avoiding something.

Xia Ruoxin could only be moved forward passively. She still didn't understand what kind of wind Jiang Yao was blowing. Occasionally, she suddenly opened her eyes wide. The two people were Chulu. , Then who is that woman? Why would they sit and eat together,

Chu Li suddenly stretched out her hand and put it on the woman's lips, as if wiping food residues on her lips, and the woman's face flushed, holding his hand.

Such a scene is like a pair of men and women in love, the sweet feelings are enviable, but they should not, really should not, if they are lovers, then what is she, what is Xia Ruoxin?

That's why he didn't want to ignore her anymore, no, no, she wiped the tears on her own face, she must have read it wrong, that person just looked like Chulu, not him of.

Yes, she read it wrong, it must be her wrong, but no matter how many times she rubbed her eyes, how many times she saw her eyes, and how many times she blurred, his brows, his eyes, he didn't raise his eyes easily. Lips, all Chulu, are her husband.

No matter how she persuades herself, it is impossible to deny that that person is Chu Li, her husband.

"Ruoxin, I took you to a good place, I just thought of it," Jiang Yao still took Xia Ruoxin to walk forward, but she said, but she felt a sudden cold on the back of her hands, and it turned out to be So hot,