Chapter 842 I don't know what to recall
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Hearing Xia Mu Qingyan's words, Xirong Ziye should have been happy, but at this time, he had a strange feeling in his heart, and he always felt that this voice was not what he was expecting to hear.
Thinking that he couldn't accompany Xia Mu Qingyan today, Xirong Ziye also felt a little guilty in his heart, and coaxed lightly: "Qingyan, I have something to do today, I won't go out for the time being, you can rest well, and I'll look for you when I get back." ”
Xia Mu Qingyan bit his lip, a little unhappy, but he still said gently: "Ziye, do you have something to do, do you need my help, or I'll go find you?"
"No, just take care of yourself."
Xia Mu Qingyan was very persistent, "I'm fine at home, my father will ask me all kinds of questions, you wait for me, I'll go to you." ”
When he hung up the phone, Xirong Ziye was still holding the phone, his expression became in a trance, in fact, he hadn't slept well, he hadn't slept all night last night, he really wanted to rest, if Xia Mu Qingyan came, he thought, he would definitely not be able to sleep quietly.
Thinking of this, for some reason, Xirong Ziye felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and even felt a little repulsed.
There is something in Xia Mu Qingyan's words, once she moves out of her father, he really can't refuse her arrival, and suddenly there is a very tired feeling in his heart, he used to want to prove himself with power, but when he proved himself, he found that there are few happy times, and the pleasure brought by power is only fleeting, and there is a sense of loneliness and loneliness.
And sitting in this position, you have to be careful everywhere, under the control of the Xia Mu family, you don't even have a little freedom.
He knew that Xia Mu Qingyan was very simple, he couldn't blame her for the fault, after all, everyone took what they needed, and he couldn't let go of everything about her appearance, after all, it was the most beautiful memory of his youth, about the first love, about the first love
Looking at the time, Xirong Ziye still squinted his eyes and fell asleep.
I don't know when, Xia Mu Qingyan arrived, she walked into the bedroom, and saw Xirong Ziye sleeping, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at this perfect face, her heart was pounding, she couldn't help but reach out to touch his face, seeing his moving lips, thinking of his madness yesterday, her heart couldn't help but tremble.
Thinking about it, Xia Mu Qingyan climbed onto the bed and approached Xirong Ziye.
When Xirong Ziye opened his eyes, a rich fragrance came to his nose, and at this moment, he clearly knew that his first love was his first love, and Xia Mu Qingyan was not his first love, even if it was like it, it was not.
He caressed Xia Mu Qingyan's face, his eyes lingering and with a hint of pain.
Xia Muqing said: "Ziye, when you woke up, you still said that there was something, it turned out that you lied to me and were sleeping." ”
Xirong Ziye got up from the bed, leaned on the head of the bed, his stomach was still a little uncomfortable, and his head hurt a little, he frowned, and said to Xia Muqing: "Obedient, you go outside to sit for a while first, and I'll go out later." ”
"I want to be here with you."
Xirong Ziye sighed in his heart very tiredly, he always felt that he was in chaos now, and he couldn't handle anything, especially his feelings, which made him a little tired now.
He locked the light of Xia Mu Qingyan's eyes tightly, not knowing what he was looking at, and he seemed to want to see through something.
Xia Mu Qingyan didn't dare to look at Xirong Ziye's eyes, and hurriedly lowered his head, revealing a pure and gentle demeanor, and said softly: "Ziye, shouldn't I come here?"
Xirong Ziye carefully recalled his youth, his first love at that time was really different from the current Xia Mu Qingyan, and his words and actions were completely different. 00 collected and organized, the copyright belongs to the author or publisher.