Rong Qian pulled out of the room, and after a while, brought a large glass of water.

Qiao Yunxue took it silently and drank it in one go.

He took the empty cup and put it on the bedside table, not thinking about anything else, staring at her tightly.

"I always thought that even if we didn't have a vigorous love, you must have me in your heart." She hugged the quilt and recalled in a trance, "I have always been at ease with being married to you for so long, and I have a strong feeling of being respected and valued. Moreover, my heart is free, which is the most precious thing about marriage. ”

His big grasp of her little hand: "Isn't this bad?" He"

"That's good." She tilted her head and smiled shallowly, "I like to have a little space with each other, it will make me feel comfortable relying on one person." The two who have space will walk longer. ”

Rong Qian sighed softly: "Silly wife, you have not become a painter, but you have the romanticism of a painter." Da"

"But......" Her eyes fluttered and floated, and finally fell on him, "Until that day, that glance on the oil painting street, your glance at Luo Haihua, made me finally understand." There is more than a little space between us. It's as wide as the Milky Way......"

"Nonsense!" Rong Qian stopped her in a low voice.

Feeling his caution, her nose was a little sour, and she smelled the good smell on his body, and her heart was sour: "I thought you loved me...... So I dealt with Luo Haihua with confidence. She shouldn't have ruined our family, she shouldn't have treated me like an idiot, I just her off, and she deserved it. However, at the glance of the oil painting street, I knew that I was wrong. ”

"Wife, you didn't make a mistake." Rong Qian held her face, and there was a faint warmth in her long eyes.

"I was wrong." She didn't break away from his intimate movements, and met his deep long eyes with a smile, "Rong Qian, when you saw Luo Haihua for the first time, I knew that our marriage had always been a mirage, and there was no need to save it." ”

"What do you see?" Rong Qian was confused.

She sighed softly: "When you look at her, there is shock, pity, and indescribable feelings. What a complicated emotional ......."

"Yunxue, you think it's complicated." Rong Qian interrupted her anxiously and forced her to look into his long eyes, "I just didn't expect her to suddenly appear on Oil Painting Street." ”

"No!" Gently, but firmly, she insisted, "That's not what I mind. ”

"Yunxue?" A feeling of powerlessness rose in Rong Qian's heart - just one glance, how much more could he let her mind?

She shook her head slowly: "At noon that day, the foundation stone laying ceremony of the 'Window of the World's World'. I'm going to see you. Inside a large group of men in white shirts and black trousers, I recognized you at a glance. ”

"Oh?" Rong Qian was moved. Hold her hand and slowly increase the force.

She smiled and sighed softly: "Shaofan was so wronged at that time!" He said, "He is standing in front of you, but I only see you behind him." ”

"Oh?" Rong Qian said gently, "Yunxue ......"

"I think Swallow is quite classic." Qiao Yun recalled and smiled softly, "Yanzi said, people, the first thing you see is the person you value the most, the person closest to you." You are the most important person to me, which is why I saw you for the first time among dozens of people. ”

With his long arm stretched, Rong Qian put his arm around her shoulder. His long eyes were warm......

"Do you understand?" Qiao Yunxue quietly raised her eyes and looked at him.

"I don't understand." Rong Qian stared at her.

Qiao Yunxue silently looked away: "It's very simple, when I was in Oil Painting Street, when Luo Haihua and I appeared at the same time. The first thing you see is Luo Haihua. Rong Qian, the most important person in your life is Luo Haihua. ”

Rong Qian was shocked: "Yun Xue, with this, it is too arbitrary. ”

"Not arbitrary." She shook her head calmly, "At that time, Luo Haihua was wearing a light gray dress, and I was wearing a red maternity dress. What's more, when you look over, I was already standing in front of Luo Haihua. My presence is so strong. But despite this, the person you saw first was Luo Haihua, not me. Rong Qian, you may not know the Tao yourself, the person you can't let go of the most in your subconscious is not me, nor Yanzi, and certainly not Dad. It's Luo Haihua. ”

"Yunxue, this is not scientific. How can anyone judge like this? Rong Qian really wanted to see how her head was formed, why would she think like this.

Qiao Yunxue smiled softly: "Husband, for women." A lot of science isn't as accurate as the sixth sense. You've always loved her and couldn't let her go, and you went to Europe for the New Year to prevent her from going to an unstable country. ”

"Yunxue ......" Rong Qian suddenly didn't know how to explain it. His wife is a little silly, but sometimes she is too lazy to think about it. Once she uses her head, she can think of the things of the entire world.

She shook her head lightly and insisted: "Originally, I was still lucky. But last night, I was truly sure of your intentions. Husband, I have the same view of love as Luo Haihua - I want to love love, I don't want to be a bandit. Since your heart is lost in her, I ......"

She let go of the quilt in her hand and wanted to get out of bed: "I don't want to be a third party of feelings." It made me feel like a failure, and I felt bad. I will always think of Su Qinglan. I feel like I'm her. ”

He picked her up.

She didn't struggle, she just looked at him: "A man who refuses to face up to his love is not a good man." ”

"You want to push me out?" Rong Qian's voice was low.

Her eyes moistened: "I'm not pushing, I'm facing the facts." someday