Zhao Fuguo locked himself in the study and didn't come out all day. On the tray in Zhao Qian'er's hand was a cup of hot milk that had cooled down. At the same time, her heart was cold.

She was unwilling. Why has everything come to this point? My brother still didn't react at all. Not a word of accusation. That ordinary woman really made her think of anything worthy of love.

Turn around and go downstairs. I saw Ye Zitong coming out of the room. Mockingly, his mouth raised. When I touched those cold eyes. He held back the words that came to his mouth. With a cold snort, he passed by and went downstairs.

Ye Zitong drank sleep medicine. My head is still dizzy. Look at the closed study door. When I saw what Zhao Qian'er was holding in her hand. I've got a rough idea.

。 Directly pushed it away and walked in. I haven't seen the clear shadow inside yet. Something flew in front of you. Ye Zitong instinctively dodged on one side. At the sight of something that fell to the ground. Exactly a book.

That one was seven or eight centimeters thick. If it hits the head. I can't be afraid of seeing blood. I was glad in my heart. Fortunately, I am dexterous. Raise your eyes and stare at the back on the bed. How do you look at it, how do you feel like a grumpy baby.

"Get out. I said don't bother me," Zhao Fuguo buried himself in the small bed in the study. With his back to his body.

Ye Zitong heard what he said. Come to the fun. "You're going to murder your own wife. ”

It was obvious that the figure with his back to him trembled. Ye Zitong walked to the bed. Squeeze your body directly into the cot. Wrap your hands around his waist from behind. Ignoring his tense body. Listen quietly and lean in.

Zhao Fuguo waited all day. It's all Zhao Qian'er who came to make trouble. And the figure waiting for anticipation has not appeared. At the same time that made him anxious. The anger in my heart is even greater. I wanted to jump out of bed and run over to ask her why she didn't explain.

Now. The soft delicate body leaned on herself. Not a word, though. For him, it was the greatest comfort. The anger has long since vanished. But I still can't put down the sub opening.

Ye Zitong quietly listened to the breathing of the two people. Yoyo muttered. "It's so hard to love you. Love you willingly. I don't care about the advice of a thousand people. Don't worry about the centuries of circulation. It's so hard to love you. Love you willingly. I don't care about the advice of thousands of people. ”

Suddenly, I remembered one of my favorite songs. I couldn't help but whisper it. I still remember hearing Li Lingyu's song "It's So Hard to Love You". She was obsessed with her for a while.

It seems that hearing that song takes you back to carefree antiquity. Whenever I think about it. I couldn't help but laugh out loud. I feel like a woman who complains about her feelings.

But today she found this song really intimate. I don't know why I remembered to sing this song at this time. It's like a voice that I can't express. A little helpless but distressed.

"It's really hard to sing," Zhao Fuguo said in a low voice. There's a hint of joy in it.

"It's not for you. Who let you listen?" saw him speak. Ye Zitong was secretly happy.