Walking out of the bedroom, Leng Zimo strode downstairs.

However, that damn Luo Xiaoqian, she is still everywhere.

On TV, it's a picture of her.

In the shoe closet, there are her piggy slippers.

……

From upstairs to downstairs, from living room to foyer...... All the way to his heart, there was her shadow everywhere.

Even when he opened the door, he remembered the day when she forgot her key and locked herself out.

"When I come back, I'm going to kick you out completely!"

Gritting his teeth, he slammed the door slammed against it.

I'm going to get you out of my heart completely, so that it won't hurt?!

Dragging his suitcase into the elevator, looking at his own shadow in the elevator wall, he saw her again.

That day, she stood barefoot in the elevator in a wide lounge suit, her snow-white toes bent because her feet were cold, and she smiled at him with a concealed smile.

"I'll send you off, by the way!"

"Damn it!"

Leng Zimo raised his hand violently and punched hard against the elevator wall.

The elevator door closes slowly.

Behind the safety ladder door not far away, Luo Xiaoqian leaned her back against the wall, tears streaming down her face, sliding down her cheeks, and falling several small pieces on the floor.

Along the way upstairs, she heard his footsteps as she was about to open the door.

Listening to his extremely angry "damn", she really didn't have the courage to face Leng Zimo, so she panicked and hid outside the door of the safety ladder.

As a result, I heard his outpouring words.

He's going to chase her away.

The thought of it made her almost breathless.

Although she knew very well in her heart that such a result would be good for both him and her, she still couldn't help but feel distressed.

After standing behind the safety ladder for a long time, Luo Xiaoqian weakly pushed open the door and walked out.

When she came to the door and looked at the password access control on it, her vision blurred again.

090512, entering the passwords one by one, listening to the familiar soft sound, Luo Xiaoqian took a deep breath, slowly pushed the door and walked in.

She looked into the kitchen and thought of the tall figure in his apron.

She turned to the living room and saw him tangling with her on the couch.

She went upstairs, pushed open the door of the practice room and walked in.

In the corner of the practice room, many of her things are still in a state of packing, and she has been so busy lately that she doesn't even have time to clean up, so well, she doesn't have to clean up anymore.

Her eyes touched the wooden ruler in a corner, and she bent down to pick it up and put it on the small table beside her.

Carrying her suitcase, she walked into the bedroom.

In the room, there was a faint smell of chocolate, which was the smell of his favorite cigar.

She tried to keep her eyes off the big bed, but there were so many memories in this room that even if she didn't look at it, she would still remember it.

She opened the closet in frustration, and looked at his messy hair, and the man froze in place again.

This man, who has always done things in an orderly manner, actually made such a mess in the closet, obviously he was in a very bad mood.

Bending down, Luo Xiaoqian rehung the fallen clothes on the hanger one by one.

Most of his clothes are dark colors, but hers is bright, and the clothes of the two senses are interspersed in one place.

The cheap T-shirt she bought from Taobao clings to his high-end French tailored suit......

"Luo Xiaoqian, your decision is right, this is not your shijie!"

With a whisper, Luo Xiaoqian raised her hand and tore off her T-shirt.