Immediately, Murong Junxi's face smiled exaggeratedly, and with sadness in his eyes, he muttered: "Okay, okay, Chen Qingyue, I'll leave here." ”

After speaking, Murong Junxi left the figure, and she couldn't help but feel distressed.

"Do you want to go out and send your lover?" Shen Xingjue looked at Chen Qingyue who was looking at the door in despair, and he was so angry that he was about to kill.

Chen Qingyue retracted her gaze and said indifferently word by word: "He and I are in the past." ”

Shen Xingjue's voice didn't sound like he was fluctuating, he had just noticed.

The woman looked worried when her ex-boyfriend was gone.

"Chen Qingyue, your performance has already betrayed you, I won't believe you." Shen Xingjue remembered her excited and lost her soul just now.

The familiar interaction with Murong Junxi, this kind of sign, had to make him understand one thing.

In the depths of her heart, there was that person.

Chen Qingyue seemed to have experienced a catastrophe in the city, but her face was calm and peaceful.

It's just that the mockery on the corner of his lips can't be covered up no matter how he hides it: "Shen Xingjue, no matter what I had with him before?" But that's just the past. If you don't believe it, forget it. ”

Chen Qingyue's voice was already full of weakness.

She and Murong Junxi were together, and in the past three years, they had never quarreled.

He has always let himself, care for himself, and love himself.

Shen Xingjue stared at the woman in front of him, should he believe his own eyes, or should he believe what she said?

After staring at each other for a minute, Shen Xingjue shook his head slightly.

This woman is an acting school, don't believe her.

Shen Xingjue shook off her hand vigorously, with displeasure in his eyes: "Chen Qingyue, it's really difficult to believe in you, what you have done makes me unable to convince myself to believe in you." ”

Chen Qingyue looked at the man with a disappointed look.

She felt like she was being pushed into the abyss little by little, and there was no turning back.

She didn't have the strength to get angry or defend herself, she tried her best.

The woman's face sank, she took a deep breath slowly, and exhaled slowly.

She turned her face to the other side: "If you don't believe me, I can't help it." ”

Tears rolled down the pillow from his eyes, which he could not see, and blossomed into sad flowers.

"Chen Qingyue, I warn you, you'd better be careful with me, if I catch you with other men, I will definitely let you bury your mother."

Shen Xingjue stood beside the bed, his handsome eyebrows and eyes as sharp as the moon.

Like Satan, he declared, and there was arrogance in his light voice.

Chen Qingyue closed her eyes and didn't answer.

This man is too domineering and strong.

Meeting her was the beginning of her bad luck.

For several days, it was Shen Xingjue who was by her side.

It is more appropriate to say that surveillance is not so much accompaniment.

Because he just sat on the couch from morning till night.

That is, not to help her prepare food, and not to help her lift down the drip rack when she goes to the toilet.

Chen Qingyue managed to do everything by herself.

In the morning, I dressed myself and went downstairs to buy breakfast, and then called to book lunch and dinner.

She told herself that she couldn't let him look down on her.

In the future, there will be no days when Murong Junxi will be strong, and she will be strong.

Thinking of Murong Junxi, she couldn't help but feel sad, the tears of grievance in her heart, when she wanted to fall, she was forced back by herself.

And Murong Junxi's flowers are delivered on time every day, and the card that comes with the flowers is returned, but the content on the card is becoming more and more ambiguous.