Su Xingyue talked about the magazines that Su Xingyue used to like and talked about a lot of Su Xingyue's unknown little habits, such as always liking to make a mess of the room, because she likes to keep the things at hand in order, and she can get them at once when she needs them, and for example, Su Xingyue has a little procrastination, and her favorite place to go is Disney's fairy tale world.

Meng Xiran listened to these and wrote them down one by one, maybe Su Xingchen was right, if she imitated Su Xingyue and could make her relationship with Qin Yuehan better, maybe she could do it, after all, she was still Meng Xiran, although she imitated Su Xingyue, but if she could get Qin Yuehan's good, even a little bit, she would be happy.

Broke up with Su Xingyue and went home, Qin Yuehan hadn't come back yet, Meng Xiran went upstairs to change into a bright yellow embroidered blouse, such a bright color, her whole person was much more vivid, and with the off-white pants, it looked even more refreshing and lovely, looking at herself in the mirror, Meng Xiran suddenly realized that when she draped her hair over her shoulders, she really looked like Su Xingyue.

Seeing that the person in the mirror turned a little paler, she went to the dresser and took a blush and lipstick and applied some lightly, and her complexion was a lot more ruddy.

After dressing herself up, she deliberately brought a book and went to the soft sofa in the corner of the living room to read it.

Just after the meal, Qin Yuehan returned home, his work in the past few days didn't seem to be as busy as the previous days, so he could basically go home for dinner, even if he was still busy in the study at night, but she could see him at home, and her heart was inexplicably stable.

When she got home, Meng Xiran had just seen the important turning point in the book in her hand, and she was a little reluctant to take the book, but when she saw Qin Yuehan, she still unconsciously greeted her, "Qin Shao, you're back." ”

She used to be disgusted with the title Qin Yuehan used to explain to her, because this title didn't sound like a wife's name for her husband at all, but like a servant's name for her master, but then she figured it out, it didn't matter what her identity was, it was good to stay by his side.

Maybe it's because of her deep love, so she is getting more and more inferior, and she has no self anymore, and even now she is willing to let go of what little self-esteem she has to imitate Su Xingyue.

Qin Yuehan changed his shoes at the entrance as usual, hung his coat on the coat hook, and then walked into the living room, and when he saw Meng Xiran coming over, his pupils contracted for a moment.

He was almost about to rush over and hug the man, but when he heard the clear "Qin Shao", the shock and joy in his eyes faded, and it turned to a cold poker face.

"You rarely wear such bright colors. Qin Yuehan said this, but her eyes were reluctant to take her off her, she deliberately draped her hair down, medium-length hair, with a slight arc at the end, draped over her shoulders, like a delicate doll, although not as lively and healthy as Su Xingyue, but in the end there is an eight-point similarity.

"I suddenly wanted to wear it today. Meng Xiran spat out these words with a faint smile, and she carefully observed his face to determine if what she did would anger Qin Yuehan.

His mind is the most unpredictable, she pretends not to care, but her heart is beating the drum.

Seeing that he didn't look disgusted, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His next words surprised her even more.

"Don't call me Qin Shao in the future, just call me colder. His voice was very good, and although he still didn't have much expression on his face when he said this, this sentence was enough to make Meng Xiran feel happy and excited.

So much so that she was stunned for a few seconds before nodding and saying, "Okay, the colder it gets." ”

Perhaps her humble joy was too obvious, Qin Yuehan took his eyes off her, "I don't want others to gossip if you call me that. ”

He gave himself a reason, and also gave himself a step down, this title has no other meaning, just a play.

Meng Xiran is not unclear, but she is very happy, such happiness exceeds the grievance in her heart.

Taking Meng Xiran to the restaurant for dinner, Qin Yuehan looked at the woman beside him from the side more than once, she had been married to him for a while, but he had never taken a good look at her.

I only thought she always liked to wear those colors that were not salty, light or lukewarm, such as black, white and gray, although they were simple, they looked lifeless and not a little energetic.

When he sat down in the restaurant, Meng Xiran's afterglow found his gaze, and his little face turned red for a while, "The colder it is." ”

She whispered his name, and he replied with a "hmm", just such a little privilege that made the little pink bubbles in her heart rise one by one, overflow full, and then burst.

He ate as usual, but she deliberately sandwiched the crayfish into the bowl and began to peel the shell and eat the crayfish, when Su Xingyue was alive, although she usually didn't like to eat these spicy things, she only had a soft spot for crayfish, and she would be hungry from time to time, so she had to take Meng Xiran or Qin Yuehan to eat a meal.

Su Xingyue is very particular when she peels crayfish, peeling it quickly, but it does not splash the juice, it is very elegant, Meng Xiran tried her best to imitate, although she didn't like to eat crayfish, but when she thought of Su Xingchen's words and the little extravagance in her heart, she continued to carefully peel the shell of the crayfish with her white and tender fingers.

"When did you like to eat this?" he asked lightly, but he already had a plan in his heart, did this woman start to imitate Xingyue clumsily again?

This time she seemed to imitate more thoroughly, from the dress and hairstyle to the food, the scarcity in his eyes faded and turned clear.

"Meng Xiran, I said that you are not allowed to imitate her clumsily. Qin Yuehan's voice was like a devil in hell, revealing the meaning of Senran, and the crayfish in Meng Xiran's hand fell into the bowl with a "snap".

"Do you think these clumsy imitations of yours can make me treat you differently? Impossible, Meng Xiran, you'd better recognize your identity and die as soon as possible. Qin Yuehan said it to Meng Xiran word by word, and what he said was extremely ruthless, like the thinnest but sharpest blade, scratching her heart.

"I just married you because I want to feed Xingyue's heart well, there is no other meaning, you are just a container for her heart, no matter how much you imitate her, you can't compare to one ten-thousandth of her. ”

The sudden anger, just like his sudden illusory tenderness, made Meng Xiran unable to parry, and in an instant grievances welled up in his heart, tears in his eyes, gathered and rolled crystally, but stubbornly refused to fall.