So as long as it doesn't touch his bottom line, his tolerance for Xia Mingyue is quite high......

But time gradually passed, but Xia Mingyue still didn't come.

He was busy all day during the day, and he had to be busy with the company's affairs, and he had to solve some messy troubles, and he finally could rest for a while, and he gradually fell asleep on the sofa......

He was in a long posture, his posture was languid and loose when he slew, his short black hair was slightly messy, his handsome face was like a god, and even when he fell asleep, there was still a wrinkle between his eyebrows.

I don't know how long it took, but he felt like something was on his body in a daze......

He opened his eyes, and he was half-asleep, and he saw...... Song Ya was holding a blanket to cover him.

"Xiao Ya ......" In a trance, he called her name.

She has long straight black hair, beautiful eyes like autumn waves and a pointed chin, her eyes are as quiet as autumn water, but they are like love, especially the delicate tear mole at the corner of her eye, which is like a stroke of genius on her delicate and pretty face.

She was wearing a plain white cotton and linen skirt, and her feet were white canvas shoes that were as clean as new, she looked pure and beautiful, who else could she be if it wasn't his Xiaoya?

She leaned down and sat on the edge of the couch, took his hand and pressed it against her cheek, staring at him intently......

The room is softly lit, and her eyes are gentle......

There seemed to be the smell of white roses in the air, and he looked at the thin-necked vase on the side of the table, only to see that there were also many fresh white roses stained with dew in the vase, and the white roses were his Xiaoya's favorite flowers, which made him feel even more that Xiaoya had returned to his side.

Has Xiaoya forgiven him already?

No......

All this in front of him is like a glass dream specially prepared for him, at this time he has completely woken up from his sleep, Song Ya will die early in the morning, and the place where he is now is obviously the house he bought for Xia Mingyue, he deeply understands that the person in front of him is Xia Mingyue, not Song Ya.

"Xia Mingyue! What are you doing? His tone suddenly became stern, and he withdrew the hand she was holding in the palm of her hand, "Who allowed you to dress like this?" ”

His face was bored, and there was coldness in his eyes.

This woman ...... For so many years, she has been constantly undergoing plastic surgery, wanting to make herself exactly like Song Ya, at this time, she not only dressed in the same style as when Song Ya was alive, but she even added a tear mole to the corner of her eye.

I don't know what tricks she wants to come up with!

"Jiayuan, I know that you have been missing Xiaoya for so many years after Xiaoya's death, in fact, I miss her as much as you do...... If you want, you can completely treat me as Xiaoya, I can imitate Xiaoya's dressing style, words and deeds when she was alive, as long as you can give me one-tenth of the tenderness you treated Xiaoya at the beginning, okay? ”

"No, you don't!" He interrupted her sharply and reached out to wipe the tear mole from the corner of her eye, "You can never be her, and you are not allowed to deliberately imitate her in the future, otherwise it will only make me more bored with you!" ”

His face was impatient, and his tone was extremely cold, and his attitude made Xia Mingyue very cold.

She knew him when she was ten years old, and she had seen his tenderness to Song Ya with her own eyes, but why...... He was always so indifferent to her?