When Ning Xiang heard this, tears suddenly welled up, she lowered her head, stuffed the silver hairpin into Liang Bozhao's hand, and spoke; "Then you can keep it." So he hurried to the stove room.

At night, she was going to paste cakes for Liang Bozhao to eat, and when she made noodles, she remembered Liang Bozhao's expression and indifferent tone, which was like a knife, and she felt more and more that the silver hairpin was a token of his love with others.

If it was in her previous life, she would not have gone to her heart, but now her heart is sore and painful, and tears are falling down and falling into the basin.

She didn't reach out to wipe it, and she was afraid that she would delay Liang Bozhao's meal, so she only cried while kneading the dough, and her little face was full of tears, which looked so pitiful.

Liang Bozhao didn't know when he came in, and listening to the little lady's sobbing, he couldn't help but feel distressed. Just as he was about to step forward to say a few words, he saw Ning Xiang turn around and avoid it.

Liang Bozhao knew that she had misunderstood, but it was really difficult for him to speak about the silver hairpin, so he had to smile bitterly, grabbed Ning Xiang's waist from behind, and took her into his arms.

"Angry?" The man's voice was low.

Ning Xiang shook her head, reliving her life, she didn't know how much she cherished the days with Liang Bozhao, where she was willing to be angry with him. She held back her tears and only whispered; "I feel bad."

Liang Bozhao hugged her body tightly, knowing that she must have been sad like this because of the hairpin, but now, he really couldn't tell her the origin of the hairpin. If he wants to make up a nonsense to coax, he is reluctant.

So, I had to be silent.

Ning Xiang saw that he didn't speak, and the tears fell again, Liang Bozhao saw it in his eyes, both helpless and distressed, just for her to wipe away the tears and coax in a low voice; "It's me not, stop crying."

Ning Xiang looked at him and only asked the words from the bottom of her heart; "The hairpin... Didn't you send it to you before? ”

Liang Bozhao hooked his lips, stroked Ning Xiang's cheeks, and said lightly; "Don't think about it, where did I get my best friend."

Ning Xiang heard him say this, and saw that he looked calm, but he was slightly relieved, and only whispered; "Then, why do you keep a woman's hairpin?"

Liang Bozhao smiled, stared at the little lady's eyes, and said three words; "Jealous?"

Ning Xiang was said to be thoughtful, and he was a little shy at the moment, and he didn't want to admit it cheekily, so he only lowered his eyes and twisted Liang Bozhao's clothes.

Liang Bozhao brought her close to his chest, wrapped his big hands tightly around her thin waist, and said softly; "As I told you, it was indeed an old friend's thing, and now it's all gone."

Ning Xiang was silent, compared to the mistakes she made in her previous life, even if this silver hairpin was a token of love between Liang Bozhao and other women, what could it be? After all, he is past the age of standing, and it is common for one or two to be good friends in the past, she... Why bother?

Having said that, Ning Xiang was still not very happy in her heart, and only said to her husband; "Then put away the hairpin, but don't let me see it again."

When Liang Bozhao heard this, he was a little amused and a little pity, and couldn't help but lean over close to her ear and slowly spit out two words; "Fool."

In the blink of an eye, it was the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

Ning Xiang got up early in the morning.