Chapter 70: Spear and Shield

Xiao Xia jumped into the house, sat on the bed, was stunned for a while, and then covered her face and smiled. Xiaoyu sat up from the bed, "Hey, Xia Xiaoxia, what nerves do you have?" ”。

Xiao Xia pouted and said, "Why don't you ask people what they are laughing at." ”

Xiao Yu stared at him and asked, "What are you laughing at?" ”

Xiao Xia leaned into Xiao Yu's ear and said, "What do you guess I saw in the eldest sister's house just now?" ”

"What?"

"I went to talk to my eldest sister just now, I thought my brother-in-law was in my father's house, but I didn't expect that my brother-in-law was also there when I opened the door, and my brother-in-law and eldest sister were ......"

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yu asked impatiently.

Xiao Xia stroked her face, "They are hugging each other and kissing, and the brother-in-law is hugging the eldest sister tightly, and ...... The brother-in-law's hand reached into the eldest sister's shirt, and the brother-in-law looked handsome...... Xiaoyu, don't you feel anything after listening to it, do you want to kiss the child's mother ...... too? The intoxicated Xiao Xia looked at Xiao Yu, but saw that Xiao Yu had fallen on the bed again, covering his face with the quilt, no matter how she pushed him, he didn't say a word.

Ouyang Luo didn't make any further moves, he just hugged Si Ren tightly, his lips pressed against her neck, the man's sexy lips were like two pieces of fire, conveying what he wanted. After that, he let go of her, helped her tidy up, and hugged her slender body tightly into his arms. Siren's face was close to his chest, she could hear his heartbeat, calm and powerful, and for the first time after marriage, she felt a warm presence. At this moment, her heart softened.

"Luo, we want a baby." Somehow, she suddenly had such a thought. She and Ouyang Luo were originally two people who were incompatible, and their marriage was a mistake from the beginning, if the arrival of a child could make this mistake a little corrected, she was willing to try.

Ouyang Luo cupped her face and said with a smile, "Child? Haven't you heard the saying that the child is the lover of the mother's previous life, do you think I will personally create a love rival and put it next to me? ”

The topic did not continue, and Qiao's mother's voice came from the living room, asking everyone to eat watermelon. When the atmosphere was just right, Ouyang Luo received a call to go back to the company, and Siren could only go back with him. He first sent the Siren back to Los Angeles and then drove back to the company.

As soon as Si Ren walked into the room, he felt that something was wrong, it was the curtain, the Si people's beloved mimosa curtain had been replaced by a light blue lily curtain, although it was also very beautiful, but how the Si people looked so awkward. She immediately ran into the bedroom, and sure enough, the pot of mimosas she had placed on the windowsill was gone.

The pot of mimosa was given to her by Amu, she liked it very much, Amu said that mimosa likes heat, so she deliberately placed it on the windowsill to let it receive sunlight every day. Seeing the slender green leaves and delicate flowers of the mimosa, she always remembered a song, "A little mimosa, self-opening and falling from the high, she is not proud, just for the beauty of the sentiment, a small mimosa, self-pity and self-love and self-troubled ......", this is a song she has always liked, and therefore she likes mimosa, perhaps deep down she feels that this song is a portrayal of herself.

She didn't go to the garden, and if she did, she would have been distressed to find that the large patch of newly planted mimosas had been uprooted by someone, and they were discarded in the corners, slowly dying, and a new white lily had been planted in the territory that had belonged to them......

Dinner started out very quietly, but a big storm was brewing. While she was eating dinner, the figure of the first year of junior high flashed in the dining room, and the people stopped her and asked, "First year of junior high school, how did the curtains in the living room change?" And that pot of mimosa I put on the windowsill, where did you put it? Chuyi glanced at Ouyang Luo, lowered his head and said, "Miss Qiao, I don't know much about this......"

"Isn't that the room you cleaned up?" Si Ren looked at the first year of junior high school.

"I really don't know." Ouyang Luo on the other side spoke, and he made a gesture to Chu Yi to leave, "I asked someone to change the curtains." ”

"Why?"

"The colors and style don't match the mood of the room."

Siren nodded, "Where's my flower?" ”

"Probably thrown away." Ouyang Luo said lightly.

"Why, doesn't it match the tone of the room?"

Ouyang Luo glanced at her, "If you think you can think so." ”

If the people of Qiaojiasi once felt a little warmth in Ouyang Luo, then now this warmth has completely disappeared. I don't know why, although this matter is very small, Si Ren is very angry, her hands began to tremble, she wanted to control herself, but she couldn't control it.

"But I love the curtains, and I love the little flowers, and have you ever thought to ask my opinion before you replace and throw them away?"

Ouyang Luo looked at her, the light flashed countless patches in his black pupils, but it was still dim, "I thought you wouldn't care about such a small change, but I didn't expect you to react so much, is it really because of things, or because of people?" ”

Si Ren was stunned for a moment, and then understood what Ouyang Luo meant, "It has nothing to do with Amu, he just likes me very much, so he ......"

"Amu? It's so affectionate, oh, I forgot, you were chatting in the living room that day, it was really warm, I just knew, it turns out that my ice and snow beauty also likes to talk so much, it turns out that you can laugh so sunny......" Ouyang Luo's voice was cold, there was sarcasm in his tone, and there was sarcasm in his eyes.

Siren was stunned, she didn't expect Ouyang Luo to look at her like this. Although she didn't have any delusions about this person, she still found it difficult to accept that he looked at her like this. She didn't want to quarrel with him, so she turned around and went upstairs by herself.

She hadn't fallen asleep when he came back, the night was already deep, and she wished she had fallen asleep so that she wouldn't be so upset. He was drinking, and when he came in, she smelled a faint smell of wine, but he went to the bathroom first, and when he lay down beside her, he couldn't smell anything.

She felt his gaze linger on her, and she shrunk tightly, afraid that he would find out that she was pretending. His hand landed on her shoulder and called for the baby, his voice was low, she didn't move, he came over and hugged her, her body stubbornly frozen there like a puppet. He paused, looked at her, and then with a single force, he flipped her over and pressed his body against her.

Her eyes widened and her hand rested on his chest, "Don't do that, let's all calm down first." ”

"No matter how calm I am, I'm afraid I'm going to freeze into ice." Ouyang Luo hooked the corners of his lips and said, his fingers tracing the contours of her slender face, "Is this really the woman I married, why is there no realism at all?" I need a little proof, I need to get a little heat from her, or my heart will really freeze. How? Are you going to refuse, who said today that you want to have children, is it possible that children were thrown into a woman's belly by God out of thin air. He began to undress hers, and after a few struggles, he stopped moving.

He hadn't touched her for a long time, and she seemed to feel the pain and the feeling of being torn apart again, but she stopped crying or screaming, she stopped begging him to slow down, she was as silent as a piece of wood, if it was really a good wood, then she wouldn't feel the pain, she could only bite the pain into the flesh and bones. But she doesn't understand men, the more she doesn't say anything, the more ruthless he is, and the more ruthless he is, the more stubborn she becomes.