Reborn as a top-notch little wife

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

After a while, it was Zhong Jiamu, who had a sullen face, who broke the silence first: "I'm very hungry."

"Well?"

"I have only eaten one breakfast since noon yesterday." He said with a stern expression, "Then you left me here."

Xi Changchang felt guilty: "I'll go get you something."

"Let's go out to eat."

"There are a lot of things in the refrigerator..."

"I didn't bring a change of clothes." In other words, I had to go out and buy them.

Xi Changchang glanced at the door, and could still vaguely hear the sound of the TV in the living room: "We can't get out."

She definitely doesn't have the guts to smuggle in a living person, especially a man, under the eyes of two high-ranking officials.

Zhong Jiamu walked to the window sill and took a look below: "Fortunately, it's not very high."

He turned around and ordered: "You find an excuse to go out, I will wait for you below."

"You want to jump down?!" Xi Changchang was shocked. What a sin, what a sin, he was already so hungry?!

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Zhong Jiamu looked at Xi Changchang who was in disbelief, and unfortunately understood what she was thinking at this time. After being silent for two seconds, he finally chose to ignore it, walked over and opened the window.

When Xi Changchang went out with the excuse of going out to make soy sauce, Zhong Jiamu was already waiting for her downstairs with his pockets in his hands.

After looking back and forth for a few times and confirming that Zhong Jiamu was unharmed, Xi Changchang finally felt relieved: "Fortunately, I didn't fall."

Zhong Jiamu, who was treated as a reincarnated hungry ghost, was speechless. Couldn't she see that there was only one meter between her window and the balcony?

He didn't bother to refute and just asked: "Where are we going?"

Where to go? There are delicious food and beautiful things to see. Xi Changchang raised his head: "Go to Victory Street."

Victory Street is the most prosperous area in Y City, with everything from large shopping malls to small street stalls. Even if it is not a holiday, it is always a dark place. Especially at night, handsome men and beautiful women from all walks of life gather together, with exquisite makeup and handsome clothes.

People are dazzled.

Xi Changchang has always been a passerby here, and he is the kind of person who always turns his head when he sees a beautiful and handsome guy. He didn't expect that he would be the target of someone turning around to look at him today, and he couldn't help but sigh.

She came out to hang out, and she had to pay it back. Looking at Zhong Jiamu, who was completely at ease, Xi Changchang deliberately slowed down... The pressure was too great, so she kept her distance. If others looked at her like this again, she would probably agree.

The hands and feet are the same.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Jiamu also slowed down. No matter how slow she was, he would be slower, and if she was slower, he would be slower.

Xi Changchang almost crawled like a snail. Zhong Jiamu finally noticed something was wrong, lowered his head and frowned and asked her: "What's wrong?"

"A lot of people are looking at you."

"Really?" He didn't realize it.

"You didn't notice?" He didn't feel anything with so many blank stares?

"without."

"How is it possible?!" He is too nervous, he treats the beauties around him as if they are nothing?!

"I regard everyone else as wood."

Uh... Xi Changchang was speechless and looked around. The sunny beauty wearing shorts and a S-like Sassoon hair was a blockhead. The girl in a lady's skirt and smiling shyly was a blockhead. The girl with a bag on her shoulder was a blockhead.

The girl with the upturned eyebrows is a piece of wood...

A living urban forest.

But when I think about it, he said "other people", so I must be an exception.

So many people want to see him, but he only wants to see me... Ho ho, what a romantic plot!

The vanity unique to women arises spontaneously, and Xi Changchang snickers, like a cat that has stolen fish.

When we arrived at the mall, we went straight to the fifth floor, which specializes in sports and leisure. Looking at the salesperson at the counter who smiled so sweetly, Xi Changchang couldn't laugh anymore.

She is not a piece of wood, she simply has a human background!

Generally speaking, when you have a coveted male partner by your side, other people of the same sex will react in one of two ways: envy or jealousy.

The former is naturally because you are also a beautiful woman, and you are so beautiful that even people of the same sex are attracted to you. The latter is a normal reaction, angrily thinking that you are like a toad and a bunch of cows in the reincarnation of grain.

But after the beautiful saleswoman's eyes turned from Zhong Jiamu to her, with just one glance, she was sure that she had no lethality at all. She didn't even bother to show jealousy, and completely regarded her as a background.

Completely ignored by others, completely reduced to a little transparent person, who kept admiring and smiling at the Zhong family.

Until the two of them came out of the mall, Xi Changchang could still hang a soy sauce bottle on her mouth.

Zhong Jiamu walked forward behind her with the bag in hand, a smile on his face. In the bustling street, the sounds of stereos and hawkers were heard in his ears. He obviously hated the crowds, but he felt inexplicably happy.

The gloom just now.

It must be for that big beauty just now!

Xi Changchang thought angrily, completely ignoring the person behind him and speeding up his steps unconsciously.

But his arm was grabbed by him, and he turned his head and frowned angrily: "What are you doing?"

Zhong Jiamu's eyebrows were crescent, her chin was raised to the side, and she said two short words: "BBQ."

Only then did Xi Changchang smell the spicy aroma coming from the roadside, and rushed over with an "ouch".

The second Cold War came to an end. Xi Changchang had a skewer of mutton skewers in his left hand, a skewer of fish and tofu in his right hand, and a bowl of spicy hotpot in front of him. He was enjoying eating.

Zhong Jiamu ate very slowly. Seeing her greedy look, he couldn't help but tease her: "We just went to have a blind date dinner, why are we so hungry?"

Xi Changchang's face drooped when he mentioned the blind date. During the blind date, he was in a very high-end restaurant. The so-called high-end restaurant means that the food was poor and expensive. Besides, even if there was a Manchu-Han banquet in front of him, facing a picture of you

The face that was forced to "try to get involved" was hard to eat. What's more, there were two elders watching eagerly from the side. After eating this meal, my stomach hurt.

Xi Changchang was pitiful: "I only ate a few spaghetti after three hours of eating."

"So long." That man is very talkative. Zhong Jiamu still looks casual on the surface: "Then what did you say?"

Xi Changchang thought hard. At first, it was the greetings introduced by his parents, and then the two of them were alone. They seemed to have said a lot, but they didn't seem to remember much of what they said.

It's all nonsense.

Looking for flowers among the ruins, she concluded: "Talked about his ideals and goals in life."

"Oh? What ideals and goals?"

Thinking of Comrade Lin's full confidence when he talked about his ideals, and then thinking of his shameless mediocrity, Xi Changchang couldn't help but admire: "His ideals in life are love and career."

"Career and love?" Zhong Jiamu snorted rudely: "It's just money and women."

Such a high-sounding ideal was distorted into such a vulgar way by him. Xi Changchang choked and couldn't refute. He said angrily: "Then what are you?"

Hehe, don't blame her for being kind. Things like ideals and goals are probably not found in Zhong Jiamu's dictionary.

Zhong Jiamu raised his head and looked at her, his eyes particularly bright in the dense white mist.

Being looked at by him like this, Xi Changchang suddenly felt uncomfortable.

The stall was in a corner of the street, and there were bustling crowds in front of him, as well as neon lights shining in the night sky in the distance. He spoke softly, as if with a bit of a smile: "Have a good meal."

The voice was not loud, but it seemed to be shouted from the heart, with a kind of decisive determination, suppressing the noise around it, as if the surroundings were silent, only these three words remained.

Xi Changchang was stunned. At first he just didn't understand, but when he realized what he was doing, his whole face was on fire.

It's like a hot pot of ice cream is burning in my heart, and the sweetness is flowing out.

So, she lowered her head and ate the fish and tofu with great concentration.

He didn't even dare to raise his eyes.

family affection

From barbecue to spicy hotpot, from Mexican tacos to hand-made pancakes, they said they were "accompanying" Zhong Jiamu to eat, but in fact, it was Xi Changchang who raided the snack street all by himself.

It took them nearly an hour to walk through an alley about twenty meters long from beginning to end.

Finally arriving at the entrance of the alley, Zhong Jiamu was speechless as he looked at Xi Changchang, who was walking clearly a little heavy in front of him.

It turns out that she once said that she likes to eat snacks, but now it seems that the "like" is used too implicitly.

Xi Changchang took a few steps forward with "faltering steps". When she looked back, she saw Zhong Jiamu looking at her with a strange look, and urged her: "Let's go quickly."

Zhong Jiamu slowly caught up: "Where are you going?"

Xi Changchang showed a salivating expression and announced gloriously: "Let's go eat wontons!"

Zhong Jiamu looked at her even more strangely...

In fact, the wonton stall is not on the snack street, but in an inconspicuous corner, which is a bit deserted.

The stall owner is an old man who is already a little rickety. The stalls are all on a tricycle. There is just a bamboo pole on the handlebar with a small dim light bulb hanging on it.

There were only two low tables and four or five small folding benches around the stall, so people had to curl up in a ball when sitting down.

Xi Changchang looked interested, and pulled Zhong Jiamu to sit down: "Boss, two bowls of wontons!"

The wontons were served quickly, and they tasted pretty good, but they were not worth going to a place that looked like a ghost movie.

Especially the person who specially dragged him here, his face wrinkled after just two or three meals: "Zhong Jiamu, I'm too full, I can't eat any more."

"That's all that's left." Zhong Jiamu didn't see any difficulty.

"No." Xi Changchang blocked her mouth and pushed the bowl in front of her towards him: "Can you help me finish it?"

Not having this habit, Zhong Jiamu instinctively wanted to refuse, but when he looked up and saw her pitiful eyes, he sighed: "Okay."

The dim light seemed to be wrapped in a ball in the light, and combined with the mist of moisture on the stall, he ate bite after bite. Occasionally he raised his eyes and saw her sitting there, holding her chin in her hand, just waiting for him.

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Her eyelids were a little droopy, and she felt a little bored. Perhaps it was because he ate slowly and made her impatient to wait.

Zhong Jiamu lowered his eyes and moved slower, thinking that it would be good to have this extra minute and second.

After finishing the wontons, the two of them walked back. When Xi's father first became prosperous more than ten years ago, he bought a house in a prime location next to Shengli Street. There is only a central garden separated from Shengli Street. It is convenient for shopping and the environment is good.

quiet.

Walking on the path in the garden, Xi Changchang held the water tank containing goldfish that he had just bought in his arms, looking up to the sky and sighing: "I'm exhausted."

Thinking of her turmoil today, Zhong Jiamu felt that he had to express his contempt for her: "She deserves it."

"It's been a long time since I've eaten here, so of course I want to have a little more fun today." Xi Changchang retorted: "And what I ate today was just right, but the wontons I ate later made me full."

"Then you went all the way there?"

"But I have to go!" Xi Changchang was also helpless.

"Why?"

"When I was in junior high school, I had evening self-study and went to eat a bowl of wontons after school. I gradually got used to it. After I entered high school, I changed schools and my favorite food became more and more popular, so I didn't go there again for a long time. Later, I had a big trip

I passed by that stall one day and suddenly saw that the stall was still there. I stood there and saw that the boss's hair had turned a lot whiter and he was hunched over and busy, and I felt very sorry for him..."

Zhong Jiamu took it over: "So every time you go to the night market in the future, you will go to him?"

Although other people's hard work obviously has nothing to do with her, she always feels that she should do her part. This is indeed her style.

"Hmm." Xi Changchang was a little embarrassed: "Actually, it's not very helpful."

Zhong Jiamu laughed, and in a blink of an eye saw the "crystal pig" she was holding in both hands, a flash of understanding flashed in her eyes: "Did you decide to buy these goldfish after seeing the boss lady?"

No wonder she just went out of her way and bought this rather ugly glass pig from a street stall without even paying back the price.

Now think about it, the proprietress is also an old lady.

Xi Changchang nodded with a grimace: "If I had known earlier, I would have just bought something else instead of this one. I was afraid it would spill and I had to hold it with both hands, which makes my hands sore."

Zhong Jiamu stopped and looked at her. She was holding the fish tank in both hands and her mouth was pouting slightly, with a look of regret on her face, regretting the way she was before.

A smile suddenly appeared on his lips, and he understood her. This was her character. Because she couldn't bear to see the people she once knew working hard as they aged, and because she couldn't bear to see the old man hawking in the night wind, she would use the most clumsy way to do it.

Help them.

Those whom she intended to do good did not know her name, and had never even thought that this person had such thoughts. She was not compassionate or giving, just giving in a crude and natural way.

If she had claimed to be a kind-hearted person from the beginning and had a deliberately warm look on her face, he would probably have stayed away.

It's just that she was too invisible and natural. She just walked in little by little and heated the warm water little by little. By the time he reacted, it was already too late.

It's too late to become addicted.

Xi Changchang walked forward, and when she noticed that he was not following, she stopped and looked at him doubtfully: "What's wrong?"

Zhong Jiamu came over, with the light behind him and a shadow on his face: "The water in the fish tank is easy to spill, right?"

"Well, what's wrong?"

"Then hold it well." He whispered back and then laid his head down.

Xi Changchang looked stupidly at his face enlarging in front of her, and suddenly there was a warm and soft touch on her lips.

She subconsciously wanted to push away, but holding the fish tank in her hand, she could only look at his eyelashes as he was so close.

It was as if all the blood was rushing into his head, and all the air was being sucked out.

My mind is blank.

Only the warmth on my lips was left.

Zhong Jiamu moved his lips slightly, looking at Xi Changchang who was stunned and speechless.

Her eyes are already a bit cocky...

Unable to bear to continue abusing her eyes, Zhong Jiamu sighed silently and covered her eyes with one hand.

And then...continue...

A long French kiss...

Xi Changchang's heart was still pounding until she got home.

She locked the door gently and tiptoed into the room. She saw Zhong Jiamu already standing by the window sill, looking at her with a half-smile.

His face became a little hotter, and his eyes wandered to the sky and the earth, but not to him.

Zhong Jiamu was a little funny: "Hey."

Listen but not hear, listen but not hear, Xi Changchang silently recited it a hundred times.

"You forgot to put down the fish tank." He said flatly, but Xi Changchang still heard the ridicule.

Only then did he see that he was still holding the accomplice tightly in his hand. He immediately walked to the table and put it down heavily.

After putting down the fish tank, Xi Changchang realized the emergency situation. She and Zhong Jiamu were alone in the same room.

And there is only one bed in this room.

Xi Changchang’s head felt huge.

Glancing at Zhong Jiamu secretly, Zhong Jiamu didn't seem to notice. He just carried the bag in his hand and entered the bathroom: "I'm going to take a shower."

Xi Changchang's home has three bedrooms and one living room. In addition to a common bathroom, there is also a separate room equipped with one.

Of course, this room was originally for Xi's parents, but since she read novels until midnight every day and only came to wash up wearing slippers, she changed rooms with her.

There was the sound of running water in the bathroom, and the wet touch seemed to still remain on my lips...

Every molecule in the air is full of ambiguity.

Xi Changchang felt a little restless.

Zhong Jiamu had already walked out, wearing a newly bought T-shirt and shorts. He wiped his wet hair with a towel in one hand: "It's over."

Their habit when "residing" is that after one person washes, the other person washes.

Xi Changchang hurriedly packed up his things and went in.

When he came out, he saw Zhong Jiamu lying on the ground, with the quilt that was originally in the cabinet spread out under him.

She felt a little more at ease and took off the towel and lay down on the bed.

Of course she was not in the mood to read a novel today, and she was a little tired after shopping all night. Seeing Zhong Jiamu lying there with his eyes closed, probably sleeping, Xi Changchang turned the desk lamp to the darkest setting.

There was complete silence, with only the slightest trace of air-conditioning remaining in the room. The sound of the air conditioner turning could be heard through the music. Such regular and dull turning was not noisy, but had a hypnotic effect.

But Xi Changchang couldn't sleep. Although Zhong Jiamu didn't speak and couldn't even hear his breathing, she felt like never before that he was there, so close.

"Zhong Jiamu." She whispered, still a little worried: "It's too cold on the ground... Do you want to put on an extra quilt?"

"No need." His voice was a little low in the dark night, "This is good..." After a pause, he added: "Very good."

"Oh." Xi Changchang turned over and tried to continue sleeping.

Although I am so tired but not sleepy at all, try counting sheep.

Uh... One sheep jumped over the fence... Two sheep jumped over the fence... Three sheep jumped over the fence... Four Zhongjiamu jumped over the fence... Five Zhongjiamu jumped over the fence

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A group of white-colored Zhongjiamu bleated at her.

"Zhong Jiamu." She finally gave up her efforts and turned to harassing him, "Are you asleep?"

"No."

Xi Changchang was very interested: "Tell me about you."

"What can I do?"

What a rude question, but she realized that he was really asking the question seriously, leaving Xi Changchang speechless.

After a long time, Zhong Jiamu's voice sounded again: "You want to know?" The voice was a little pleasant.

Xi Changchang nodded and then remembered that he couldn't see it. He immediately said "hmm" and pricked up his ears to listen.

After a long silence, Xi Changchang felt that he might have fallen asleep. Zhong Jiamu finally said, "You better ask me."

-_-!

Could it be that I was organizing language just now, and finally realized that I have no talent for narration? Khan.

This time, Xi Changchang was silent. It was her first time as an office worker and she didn’t know where to start. Everything is difficult at the beginning, so Xi Changchang tried it: "Name."

"Zhong Jiamu."

Embarrassing, he actually answered very seriously. Three black lines were drawn on Xi Changchang's head.

I chose a more common question: "What was it like when you were a child?"

"very short."

The black line intensified, and Xi Changchang continued to ask patiently: "I'm not asking about your height, but your life."

"fine."

What a concise nonsense, it was as if it had not been said. Xi Changchang changed his approach and decided to start with family ties.

"What kind of person is your mother?"

After a moment of silence, "It's beautiful."

Thinking about Zhong Jiamu's appearance, it goes without saying that his mother should be the kind of person who would be the most powerful person in the country.

In other words...this sentence is still nonsense.

Due to the uncooperation of the interviewee, no, he is not uncooperative, but his eq is completely zero! Xi Changchang's talk show is facing the fate of being cut in half.

After a long silence, Xi Changchang spoke again, a little cautiously: "Have you... ever seen your father?"

Zhong Jiamu did not answer immediately and was silent for a long time. When he spoke again, there was a slight sarcasm in his voice: "Not only me, you have seen it too."

"I?"

"Do you remember the school anniversary before the Chinese New Year?" Zhong Jiamu sneered and said three words: "He Zhenfeng."

With such a meaningless sentence, Xi Changchang was stunned for a moment before he remembered. That school can be regarded as a famous school in X city. Countless graduates have made great achievements. On the 80th anniversary of the school last year, the principal specially invited the old

The principal, old teachers, and students who had become famous after graduation came. The most eye-catching among them was undoubtedly He Zhenfeng.

Even she, who had always only watched entertainment news in newspapers and TV, could recognize him in real life at the first sight, which shows how famous this person is.

I remember that on the school anniversary, he sat on the podium and did not speak. He just sat leisurely, and he had a majestic aura. It was the kind of aura that aristocratic families are born with, and cannot be disguised. I remember that at that time, he was below

While sitting, I heard several girls whispering, "So handsome!" "So handsome!" the words appeared frequently.

This kind of "handsomeness" no longer refers to the kind of appearance that can be packaged for plastic surgery, but the elegance and confidence in every gesture. No matter how powerful Zhong Jiamu's mother is, meeting him is still an unavoidable disaster. More

What's more, judging from Zhong Jiamu's age and that person's information, that person already had a family background. Based on his family and reputation, there was no chance that Zhong Jiamu's mother would be kept in the dark.

In other words, Zhong Jiamu's mother did all this willingly, just like a moth flying into the flames.

It's just that the fire was so dazzling that it attracted so many moths.

Now that I think about it, Zhong Jiamu actually had the same careless expression as he had imagined, but in Zhong Jiamu it was a lazy evil spirit, while in him it was a restrained and domineering one.

And the thing connecting them is just a passing moth.

This kind of thing, whether it is a good story or a tragic song, no one else knows about it except the people involved. Xi Changchang sighed silently: "Do you hate him?"

Xisuo's voice sounded, and Zhong Jiamu turned over, because they were afraid that Xi's parents next door would notice that they had kept their voices down. Coupled with the silence of midnight, their voices were a little confused: "There's no need, he has

His life, I have mine."

They don't need each other, even though he deposits a considerable amount of money into his card every month, and even though he keeps his place in the school no matter how much he messes around.

They are father and son, but they don't have to meet each other. They don't hate or complain, they just don't care.

When he gave him money, it had nothing to do with family ties, he just felt that he should. Even if he was rejected, he would not feel guilty or indebted.

He doesn't refuse, it has nothing to do with his integrity, it's just a matter of course. Even if he accepts, he won't feel warm or compensated.

Zhong Jiamu silently raised a sarcastic smile: "I have no need for such things as family affection."

Even he himself was originally dispensable, but now in this world, there is one more person in his heart. Just this one person has already filled his chest. He can't afford family love, let alone that.

The feeling of wanting to bear.

The air conditioner had been in sleep mode and stopped running when the temperature dropped to a certain temperature. Xi Changchang suddenly felt cold. The coldness rose up from his lower abdomen and spread to his limbs and veins. It was almost so cold that it made people shiver.

It was so cold that even people's voices sounded strange. She subconsciously touched her belly with her hand, and she heard her slightly off-key voice: "If...I mean if someone is pregnant with your child, what will you do?"

In the darkness, Zhong Jiamu's indifferent voice came over: "I won't want it."

"What would you do if...I mean if someone was pregnant with your child?"

Zhong Jiamu closed his eyes, and it seemed that he could still smell the blood in the white ceramic tiles, and the sunshine of sympathy from the people coming and going at the funeral.

He spoke with an indifferent voice: "I won't want it."

If you have to give it up in the end, it would be better if it never existed in the first place.

For a long time, Xi Changchang didn't speak, and there was only the sound of air conditioning in the room.

Zhong Jiamu's heart sank slightly, thinking that she was thinking about Lan Lan again - although there were some things that they tacitly didn't mention, it didn't mean that they hadn't happened. Sometimes all it took was an unintentional word.

, you will find that it has always been between them.

He suddenly felt a little scared and called her: "Xiaoxiao..."

It took her a moment to say "Yeah" softly, and then there was a rustling sound as she turned over. Then her voice came through, a little weak, as if with lingering tiredness: "I'm very tired."

Her voice was soft, which strangely soothed his uneasiness. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling above, and spoke like he was coaxing a child: "Go to sleep."

She seemed to hum slightly, turned over again, and then there was a long silence.

Xi Changchang pulled up the blanket covering her body, but she still couldn't stop feeling chilly.

When they were in the hospital, Chen Ran held her hand, with the pain in his eyes after struggling, and he said: "Xiaoxiao, as long as you are willing to take away this child, we can still be the same as before."

At that time, she was so distraught and frightened, but she still made this decision.

Even when she was facing the disheveled Yang Xi, even when she decided not to see Zhong Jiamu again.

However, she still wanted to give birth to this child. This was the first life she brought to this world.

She has never told her parents or friends. Even if Zhong Jiamu is by her side now, she doesn't expect him to know.

He was too young, only sixteen or seventeen years old. He was in his senior year of high school and college, and there was too much time between him and her.

I never wanted him to know, but when he categorically said that he didn't want it, my heart still stung instantly, and the pain made me shed tears.

The more I tried to suppress it, the harder the tears fell, and they kept falling from the corners of my eyes into my temples. I covered my mouth tightly with a blanket, and even if I cried, I didn't dare to make a sound. My body curled up into a ball, and I even made a sobbing sound.

I had to restrain myself, but I just gritted my teeth, my whole body trembling from holding back my breath.

Someone gently pulled the blanket off her face. She was so inconspicuous that she saw Zhong Jiamu holding a corner of the blanket with one hand.

The lamp on the bedside table was in the dimmest mode, and it cast a dark light on his face. Zhong Jiamu looked at her face full of tears quietly, and there seemed to be sadness in his eyes: "You are still blaming me.

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His plain narration was like a long sigh.

"Maybe I really shouldn't have come." A self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips, and his hand gently brushed away the tears on her face: "But, thank you for giving me this day."

Let him know that complete peace and joy.

Xi Changchang just lay there and looked at him, his eyes looking even darker due to tears.

These eyes once looked at him calmly, and he still remembered saying at that time: "Now that I have seen it, I have to look at it like this for the rest of my life. Do you understand?"

He wanted her to look at him and be by his side all the time, even though she only passively accepted this feeling.

But when he saw the look in her eyes, he realized that she would be in such pain even if she just passively accepted what he gave her.

He could only hold back.

Have to let go.

He thought he would never give up, no matter who he faced or anything, but when he saw her wrapped in a blanket and crying secretly, he realized. It turned out that the first person who forced him to give up was himself.

Xi Changchang looked at him, he just stood there looking at her, the sadness in his eyes slowly cooled into a kind of determination.

She was inexplicably flustered, and sure enough, his next sentence was: "I will leave tomorrow. From now on, you will never see me again."

Leaning over and kissing her lightly on the forehead, he actually smiled: "Goodbye."

She turned around and took steps, and with every step she took, she became more aware that he was leaving her, and they would never see her again.

After walking a few steps, a ball of warmth rushed up behind him. He was startled suddenly, looking down at the arms wrapped around his waist. Her voice came from behind: "Don't go." Her face was pressed against his.

On his back, he murmured again: "Don't go."

His voice was hoarse, and it took him a long time to speak, as if it was difficult to even speak: "Do you know that if you stay with me now, you will never have the chance to leave me again?"

She didn't speak, she just hugged him tighter.

He stood there and looked down at her clasped hands in front of him. The moonlight seemed to shine with a bright white light in the dark night.

It turns out that she did the same to him.

This thought slowly emerged and became real. In the past ten years, he had never known that he had so much joy in his heart. It almost made his chest hurt. The kind of lost and found was like a traveler who traveled thousands of miles in the dark and finally found his way in the dark.

I saw a little light in the room, and I was completely overjoyed. It was as if the sweetness would overflow with the slightest ripple.

He turned around and looked at Xi Changchang, who had tears on his face. He wanted to tell her that he would never leave until tomorrow. But he couldn't say a word, he just laughed. He couldn't help it.

He lowered his eyes and saw her bare feet, which showed her eagerness just now, and the corners of her mouth suddenly rose again.

"Is it cold on the ground?" he asked.

"Huh?" Xi Changchang's eyelashes were still wet. Before he could understand, he was hugged by him.

In the middle of screaming, I thought of Xi's parents who were sleeping peacefully next door, and quickly covered her mouth.

It wasn't until Zhong Jiamu hugged her and lay down on the bed that she pushed him and complained in a low voice: "What are you doing?"

Zhong Jiamu freed up one hand to pull half of the pillow, then placed his paws on her waist naturally, closed his eyes and replied leisurely: "Sleep."

-_-! Xi Changchang was speechless and continued to push him: "Go down and sleep."

Zhong Jiamu opened his eyes and glanced at her lazily: "You were the one who hugged me first just now."

Thinking of his completely subconscious actions just now, Xi Changchang blushed a little.

Zhong Jiamu continued to state: "It was you who told me not to leave just now."

Xi Changchang's head is so low that she can't lift it up...

"I will do as you wish now. I won't go anywhere with you in my arms." Zhong Jiamu came to the conclusion logically and closed his eyes: "Let's sleep."

It sounds like he is very generous, but he always feels that something is wrong... Xi Changchang is a little confused.

Looking up at Zhong Jiamu, who had a matter-of-fact look on his face, Xi Changchang felt that his face looked more and more like a pig kidney... and with the work hat on, he looked like a living uncle.

When I touch my neck again, it seems to be getting thicker and thicker...

Embarrassing... I seem to be getting fooled more and more easily...

Chef Xi pushed Xiao Benshan hard: "Get off!" He said sternly!

Zhong Jiamu turned a deaf ear and closed his eyes, pretending to be erect. He felt Xi Changchang's increasing movements in his arms. Then he reached out and hugged her tighter, resting his chin on her head: "I just want to hold you so well.

"

His voice was confused, like a sigh. Xi Changchang softened up inexplicably, and curled up in his arms. Her head rested on his chest, and his chest rose and fell regularly with every breath he took. They were so close.

, as if you can hear his heartbeat.

Quiet and peaceful, she felt warm and at ease.

In such silence, Zhong Jiamu's deep voice came from above his head: "Why are you crying?"

After a moment of silence, Xi Changchang's voice came to mind: "Nothing, I just thought of the plot of a novel."

"Idiot." The Zhong family had no doubt that he was there. His chest shook slightly as he spoke, and he felt helpless: "Don't look at those things again in the future."

Xi Changchang unconsciously looked at a point in the sky, and after a while he whispered back: "Yeah."

Perhaps he was too tired, so Xi Changchang fell asleep unconsciously.

When she woke up, she was still in Zhong Jiamu's arms. He still had his eyes closed, his arms were pillowed by her, and his face was turned to her. He was not as careless as he was when he woke up, but more like a child.

She moved her hand up to touch the mobile phone beside the pillow. It turned out that it was already past nine o'clock. Xiaoxiao gently pushed away Zhong Jiamu's hand on her waist and was about to sit up.

She just stood up, but was pulled down again. Half of Zhong Jiamu's body was leaning on her, pouting like a kid begging for candy: "Good morning kiss."

His face was so close that Xi Changchang was a little embarrassed: "Stop making trouble."

Zhong Jiamu's entire upper body weight was on her, and his head was buried in her neck: "If you don't give me, I won't let you go."

The tone turned out to be deceptive.

Xi Changchang had no choice but to kiss him on the face quickly. Even though she was a little shy, she still blushed and pushed him: "Okay, let me get up."

Zhong Jiamu stood up and looked at her with a half-smile: "The time is too short and the position is wrong. I ask for rework."

Looking at the coquettish and mischievous face in front of her, Xi Changchang suddenly began to miss the Zhong Jiamu who ignored her when they first met.

After racking her brains, she struggled: "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

-_-! She was stunned when she said it, what kind of bad excuse is this... Embarrassing...

Sure enough, Zhong Jiamu was stunned for a moment, leaned his head over, and smiled softly: "Don't worry, I don't dislike you." His voice became lower and lower, and the last word "you" was lost in the warm lips and teeth.

Until I splashed it with cold water in the bathroom, my face was still fine.

The mirror above the sink truly reflected a person. His cheeks were red and his eyes were as bright as a pool of spring water. Coupled with his somewhat injured lips, the whole person looked like he was wearing makeup.

, it actually feels a bit radiant.

Love is indeed the best cosmetic for women.

The only love I had ever had was with Chen Ran, while eating and shopping. Although it was a little sweet, it was more about the rational rules of adults, like a silent river, and the final destination of every turn was clear. But Zhong

Jiamu has a kind of primitive, unthinking, almost dizzying enthusiasm. At first, you just think that he is like a piece of ice, but once he is willing to let you get close, you will realize that he is actually a ball of fire, almost like a piece of fire.

Naive and reckless.

She wasn't that naive, but she couldn't refuse.

Just as she was thinking, she suddenly heard the ringing of a mobile phone outside. She walked out and saw Zhong Jiamu standing by the window talking on the phone.

He said he was talking on the phone, but in fact he was just impatiently perfunctory. After saying "hmm" twice, he hung up the phone and closed the phone.

Xi Changchang was a little curious: "Who is it?"

Zhong Jiamu looked indifferent: "Song Qin, asked me for his precious car."