Xiang Xiaoyuan cried enough, wiped away his tears, and quietly reflected on his behavior just now for a while, then he looked up at his watch and found that it was time to cook.

She cheered up and stood up, changed into a loose long-sleeved dress and opened the door and walked out, but she didn't expect to bump into Cheng Hao, who was about to knock on the door.

Xiang Xiaoyuan didn't speak, moved his steps to the side, bypassed Cheng Hao, and continued to walk forward.

"Little ......" Cheng Hao wanted to call her, but found that his tongue didn't obey at all.

"What do you want to eat at night?" Xiang Xiaoyuan's voice was so calm, calm and heartbreaking.

It's as if nothing had happened.

If it weren't for Xiao Yuan's red and swollen eyes, Cheng Hao would even think that it was just a dream just now.

Through the glass window of the kitchen, Cheng Hao quietly looked at the little figure who was busy, and suddenly wanted to hug her and tell her that he didn't really want to say that, and he didn't know that Weishenme would say such words just now.

But reason told him that of course he couldn't do that, because she was just a weekend maid......

The two of them have been eating in silence, cleaning up the table in silence, washing the dishes and chopsticks in silence, and being silent like a boulder pressing on Cheng Hao's chest, making people unable to breathe.

Xiang Xiaoyuan still didn't say a word and went to the terrace to collect clothes, and the light brown marks left on the chest of the lilac shirt made Xiaoyuan sigh deeply.

She didn't know what to do with it, she only knew that it was impossible for Mr. Cheng to want it anymore, but a small stain was enough to make it never see the light of day. Xiao Yuan had no choice but to put the shirt in his closet, and then came to Cheng Hao's bedroom with the rest of the clothes.

Xiang Xiaoyuan still sorted out his clothes expressionlessly, Cheng Hao couldn't stand it anymore and shouted.

"Xiang Xiaoyuan, ...... just now"

"There's no need!" Xiao Yuan lowered her head to interrupt him, her voice was not loud, but firm: "If it's Daoqian, then it's really not necessary! ”

After speaking, she closed the door and walked out, leaving only Cheng Hao, who was completely wooden.

This stinky girl actually said that she was indecent!

Cheng Hao poked there, his mind was like a heavy-haul train rumbling over, Cheng Hao wouldn't have thought that Xiang Xiaoyuan would be able to say such a sentence if he wanted to, which made him more uncomfortable than slapping his face.

Xiang Xiaoyuan's attitude is so sincere, Cheng Hao would rather she scold herself angrily, and even still maintain such a cold attitude and ignore herself, instead of admitting her mistakes so sincerely, full of repentance for her "indiscretions".

Cheng Hao, who has always been arrogant and uninhibited, had a feeling of shamelessness for the first time.

Cheng Hao lay on the bed tossing and turning.

Xiang Xiaoyuan and his bright eyes, Xiang Xiaoyuan's smile when he handed him a soup bowl, Xiang Xiaoyuan's figure running on the grass with a ball bag on his back, Xiang Xiaoyuan's voice crying in the rainstorm.

Scene by scene is summarized into her back walking up the stairs step by step with tears in her eyes, and at the end of the sentence "indiscretion" is added.

Cheng Hao felt like he was going crazy.

He didn't have the slightest doubt now that Xiang Xiaoyuan must be a thorn that God couldn't stand his rotten life, and a thorn buried in his heart would make him feel pain from time to time, but he was powerless to pull it out.

Thinking of this, he sat up with a loud cry and began to cough violently.

The dryness of his throat and the tightness in his chest were intertwined, and he couldn't stop.

Xiang Xiaoyuan sat at the desk, the glass door connecting the terrace was not closed, and the sound from downstairs could be clearly heard. Cheng Hao's coughing voice was so rapid that he didn't mean to stop at all.

Xiao Yuan was a little scared, afraid that he would cough up all his lungs.

She quickly ran downstairs to Cheng Hao's door, and the voice became clearer.

He really shouldn't have smoked so much, the sound was horrible, dry like old gears rubbing.

Xiang Xiaoyuan raised his hand and wanted to knock on the door, but he hung in the air and put it down, turned around and walked back upstairs.

A violent cough came in bursts, and Xiang Xiaoyuan pulled the quilt and looked at the ceiling.

"I can't hear, I can't hear......" she closed her eyes and simply blocked her ears with her hands, "I can't hear when I fall asleep......"