The little girl had a serious face and almost raised four fingers to swear to the sky.

Qin Xie Yi's eyes turned around her face and retracted it, twisted the car keys, started with a light, and drove the coupe out.

Whether the little girl and Shen Tingwei have a personal relationship or not, he couldn't be clearer. Who is Shen Tingwei? A proud son of heaven who also raises his head high, pursues Qiao, Qiao so passionately, how can he casually mess with people to have a relationship with men and women?

He couldn't tell what he wanted to see or what he wanted the little girl to promise.

The picture of Shen Tingwei pressing her against the wall flashed away.

Qin Xie Yi slammed on the brakes and exhaled deeply: "It's here." ”

The decoration of Xiaoqingzhu is simple, and it is a fresh retro pastoral style. The rockery and flowing water, the oily and smooth blue and white pearl birds, the raccoon cat lying on the window stalk basking in the sun, and the handmade wind chimes of fragrant wood swayed and swayed, cutting the sunlight into broken brilliance and paving the ground.

Yuan Ruan sat alone in the private room, staring at the tanuki cat that turned over, his eyes empty.

She had been caught in a strange circle before, what was the trigger for her journey to wear books? Is it a chaotic materialization, or a magical parallel time and space, or just a dream that I think about every day.

has no sense of belonging, wanders outside the plot, feels guilty in front of the Yuan family's affection, and feels constrained in front of Qin Xieyi's marriage contract.

But in fact, she is Yuan Ruan, herself, and should not be influenced by paper people.

The family affection given by the Yuan family, she can repay one or two with her own ability; Qin Xie Yi gave love care, even if she couldn't give the same emotion, but reciprocating the favor so that he didn't end up with the miserable end of betraying his relatives in the end, it can be regarded as a return.

Qin Xie Yi calmed down in the bathroom for a long time, and when he pushed the door in, what he saw was Yuan Ruan's loving smile and loving gaze.

He paused to open the door and hesitated for a moment before sitting down in front of Yuan Ruan.

As soon as he sat down, he heard the little girl's gentle and soft voice calling him: "Xie Yi, eat more, you're welcome, I'm in for a treat." ”

Qin Xieyi: "......"

"Your injuries are all right, right?" Yuan Ruan glanced at the corner of Qin Xieyi's forehead, and there was also a piece of cotton cloth pasted there.

The physical fitness is so good, I couldn't even walk when I broke my head, and it was only less than a week before I could jump around.

The rough teacup was filled with light tea, and he was pushed in front of Qin Xie Yi by Yuan Ruan.

"Meta-"

"Listen to me first." Yuan Ruan intercepted his words, gradually put away the smile on his face, and ate a thank-you meal as serious as a business negotiation.

"Qin Xie Yi actually, he doesn't like to laugh much, right?"

Yuan Ruan said: "When you laugh, the curvature of the corners of your mouth is inconsistent, has anyone told you that you are much more scary when you laugh than when you don't laugh." ”

Qin Xieyi: ......

He narrowed, and the mildness in his eyes was replaced by indifference.

Yuan Ruan didn't look at him, and lowered his head to look at the pattern on the tablecloth: "Or maybe it's just for me, Qin Xieyi, do you know?" When you laugh, I always feel like you're going to rush up and tear my neck apart the next moment. ”

"I asked my brother why you married me. He only told me that it was my grandfather's decision. ”

Yuan Ruan said to himself: "Qin Xieyi, you don't need to settle for yourself, let alone for me. You said you liked me before, but I didn't believe it. ”

She looked at Qin Xieyi's eyes, her face was a little confused and probing: "I haven't liked anyone, but I also know that liking someone shouldn't be like this." The sense of distance, the sense of embarrassment, forcing oneself to change for another person, not to become better, but to become less and less like oneself. ”