Lu Beixiao's eyes were dark, and the smile on the corner of his lips deepened a little: "Is the chief's wife jealous of me?" ”

Tang Weiwan looked at the smile in his eyes, and suddenly a spirit.

Damn.

This man, do you want to be so black-bellied?

I can't answer this answer.

If she answers, she says no, but the sentence she just asked is equivalent to not asking.

If she says yes, wouldn't she admit to being curious about other men in his presence.

Tang Weiwan's heart is like a roller coaster, swaying up and down.

Lord Lu, this is the devil, right????

In a few words, he crossed her question.

She had no choice but to smile lightly, pursed her lips, didn't hear anything, and said with a smile: "Lord Lu, this steamed bun tastes good, it tastes tasteless, and when it tastes aftertaste, it's still sweet." ”

Lu Beixiao's eyes fell on the steamed bun in his hand again, and he hooked his lips with a smile: "It's sweet." ”

Sweet –

This word came out of Lu Beixiao's mouth, and it made her feel indescribably soft.

It seems that a thick sweetness permeates the tip of the heart, spreading little by little, and then I take a bite of the steamed bun and chew a few bites, it seems, without waiting for the aftertaste, the taste is also quite sweet.

This......

Why??!

Tang Weiwan hurriedly lowered his eyes, didn't dare to say a word, buried himself in eating, and didn't dare to move.

……

After Chen Qianrou returned to the room, she closed all the doors and windows and sat on the bed.

Her mind was full of what Lu Beixiao said to her.

Was he injured or not, and what did it have to do with her?

Chen Qianrou's hands were clenched into fists tightly, her nails did not feel pain when she sank into her palms, and the whites of her eyes were slowly oozing blood, and for a moment, her eyes were red.

Tears rolled in his eyes.

But her pride does not allow her to cry.

When the tears were about to fall, she hurriedly raised her head and put the tears back, opened her eyes wide, and didn't let herself have a cowardly side, even if she was alone!

It's just that every time she thinks of Lu Beixiao's iron-hearted appearance, her heart hurts fiercely, as if it has been torn apart, and blood is dripping.

When he was a child, his warm smile seemed to still permeate his lips, and in front of her eyes, little by little, he emerged and became very clear.

She breathed heavily, and her voice was full of sadness and pain: "Brother Xiao, have you forgotten what you said to me when you were a child?"

In response to her, there was a bleakness in this room.

She wiped her eyes hard, wiping all the tears from her eyes.

"Brother Xiao, if you forget, Qianrou will let you remember."

With that, she stood up and walked to the mirror, looking at her beautiful cheeks, her eyes narrowing gradually, and a dead silence spread around her.

She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, there was only a little bloodshot left in them.

Gradually, he curled his lips and blew gently into the mirror.

Suddenly, the mirror was obscured by the hot mist, and her face became hazy and blurred in the mirror.

Gradually, I stretched out my index finger and wrote on it one by one.

The analogy at the end of the last word is much longer, as if with hatred.

After that, she admired the words on the mirror, and clearly wrote three words: "Tang is not too late!" ”

She used her index finger to draw a circle on the mirror again, and then, gently hooking her lips, a smile suddenly filled her lips, indescribably cold and noble. To watch the first release of the new chapter of the festival, please go to the mobile address --- Tangke Xing: