Lin Zijia stood at the door of the kitchen and did not take another step.

He stood in place, looking at the scene in front of him, Su Baixi's busy figure, the bright lights in the house, and the fragrance of food in the air, all of which were very ordinary.

But it is such ordinariness that makes Lin Zijia feel that these are different and beautiful.

Because it's like, the smell of home.

A lamp, a table, a person.

The figure was slim, and she was waiting for him, waiting for him to come home.

Lin Zijia didn't even dare to act rashly, he was afraid, he was afraid that his recklessness would break the beautiful scenery in front of him, and he was even more afraid that these were actually another illusion he had imagined.

Until Su Baixi repeated again: "What's wrong?"

Lin Zijia's eyes were sour, staring straight at her, inch by inch, looking at her eyebrows and eyes, and finally with a bitter and trembling voice, she asked a sentence that she has been asking all these days: "Sister Baixi, do you love me?"

Su Baixi brought the finished noodles to the table, two pairs of chopsticks, her tone was the same as before, plain and bland: "The noodles are freshly made by me, the ramen is not easy to control, but the taste is okay, it is different from the ready-made ones sold outside, do you want to try it?"

"Sister Bai Xi, do you love me?"

Su Baixi raised his eyes and swept his gaze across his face.

Lin Zijia seemed to be on the verge of collapse, his grief was too strong: "You don't like me."

Like is not the same as love.

Like is possession, it is always wanting to stick with each other, eager to mix each other into their own bodies, not letting each other escape, and letting the other party only have themselves in their eyes.

What about love? Love is not to hesitate to despise oneself, wronged oneself, but also hope that the other party can be happy and happy, get what they want, love is a kind of forgiveness, is to let go, is the other party is good, they can be good.

He didn't have the courage to ask her if she loved him, but he could say categorically that she didn't like him.

Lin Zijia sat at the dining table, took chopsticks, and ate the bowl of noodles slowly, his tears fell into the bowl, and it was too salty in his mouth, and he whispered: "Sister Baixi, when I came back, you didn't ask me where I went during the day."

Su Baixi raised his eyebrows, looked at him quietly, and followed his words and asked, "Where did you go during the day?"

Lin Zijia took a big bite of noodles and slurred his speech: "I went to the company during the day, where else can I go, I think about you every day, when I sit in the office, you will also appear in my mind, how can you ask such boring questions."

Su Baixi leaned back in his chair, stepped back a little, hugged his arms, and stared at him expressionlessly.

"Then why didn't you ask me to promise to pick you up, but I didn't come?"

Su Baixi asked, "Why didn't you come?"

"Because when I left the company, I met a person, she talked to me about something, and I knew some things, and I couldn't accept the truth of this matter, so I ran to ask for verification."

Hearing this, Su Baixi lowered his eyes and continued, "And then?"

"I didn't come to pick you up, why didn't you call me and ask me, why didn't you rush me? Why didn't you wait for me at the company, I might be here soon?"

Su Baixi put down his chopsticks, raised his head, looked at him intently, and said, "What do you know?"

Lin Zijia avoided answering, her voice trembling a little: "Why don't you send me a message and ask me where I ran away, aren't you angry that I came back so late?" You're not afraid I'm fooling around outside?"

"Have you been to the hospital," Su Baixi said, his face calm, "Have you seen a doctor?" You know I had an ectopic pregnancy, right?"

Both were answering each other's questions.

You say yours, I say mine, Lin Zijia didn't talk about the point in a word, but as soon as Su Baixi came up, he named the main idea, he wanted to be in arrears for a little longer, but Su Baixi didn't have such concerns at all.

These beautiful scenes need to be broken by one person after all.

If he is reluctant, Su Baixi will be the one who breaks it.

Lin Zijia

I hate it so much, because the things he worked so hard to manage are actually dispensable here in Su Baixi, she didn't miss it, and even said, "During my hospitalization, you have been with me, did you see that I was pitiful at the time, so you were merciful to help me?"

Su Baixi's tone was very light: "My child can't be kept, this is a matter of no fate."

"What about me?" Lin Zijia asked rhetorically, his eyes red, "Why are you doing this to me?"

He stood up and swept the bowl on the table to the ground, the sound of shattering echoed in the living room, and Lin Zijia's voice also raised a lot: "Why do you always use this malice to judge me, you fool me like a fool in order to pull the people of the Huang family into the water!"

"I know I was so happy when you got pregnant, I even convinced myself to let you stay with Chen Yuan for a while."

"I was afraid that you would have an abortion, I knelt on the ground and begged you, I begged you to keep this child, how did you feel at that time? Are you watching the excitement and rejoicing in your heart, feeling that you are one step closer to your purpose?"

In the living room, two people stand and sit together.

Su Baixi sat on the chair and didn't move, but Lin Zijia was too tall, and she needed to look up at his head when she raised her head to look at him, and he happened to be standing against the light, so that people couldn't see his expression clearly.

"What do you have in your eyes but your purpose?"

"Even children can be calculated by you and make the best use of them, do you know what you are doing? You're doing whatever it takes, you're calculating everything around you, and I'm just being played around by you because I'm a little more valuable."

Lin Zijia's voice was a little high, and when it echoed in the living room, Su Baixi finally opened his mouth.

She looked at him and said, "Are you accusing me?"

Lin Zijia took a deep breath.

Su Baixi didn't have a tone and continued: "Let me tell you why, I was hospitalized for a miscarriage, and you accompanied me, but did you mention revenge? You don't."

"Huang Shanshan is with your mother, in my company, and I had an accidental miscarriage, because the matter involved the Huang family, as well as your mother, so you choose to calm things down, you want to give me benefits and compensate me, and what you and your mother do is to give me money, a lot of money, let me swallow this breath."

Su Baixi's eyes didn't fluctuate at all when he looked at him, and continued in a low voice: "Lin Zijia, go back to that time in the past, ask yourself, will you help me?" Will you take the resources of the Lin family and cut off your arm to deal with the Huang family for the sake of a worthless me?"

Lin Zijia was trembling all over.

These words made his mourning even worse.

Su Baixi continued: "I didn't let anyone hide the matter of ectopic pregnancy, you didn't know about it, and now you know it, is it my problem?"