Admiration is something you can guess about Bella's psychological activities.

But men and women have different ways of thinking after all, so he just asked for advice. Although the thoughts were cruel, they were particularly real.

Standing beside the bed, he watched her grab her cell phone and closed her eyes, as if she was asleep.

But he knew in his heart that she didn't.

"Bella," his voice was indescribably gentle and charming: "It was you who provoked me first when you were a child. You said you wanted to take me home to raise me. After so many years, you have become a person I can't let go of in my life. Anyway, I don't care. If you are sure not to be with me, I have no other way. I can only cry, make a fuss and hang myself. Really, don't believe it. My wife is gone, and I'm not afraid of being embarrassed."

He acted coquettishly and sat down at the head of her bed, but was sitting on the floor.

The eyes could see half of her beautiful little face: "Bella, I know I can hear it. I just want to tell you that I have to rely on you! Don't be self-righteous and think that for my own good, you should break up, or I won't eat this set."

The door rang, and he quickly got up and opened it.

I thought it was just a glass of milk, but I saw that I was carrying a big tray with two lunches, four dishes and one soup, and two bowls of rice.

Thinking about looking up at him, "My parents said, you must eat something."

Qingmu reached out to take it, and looked at Qingrong standing not far away, holding a glass of milk in her hand.

He turned around and placed the tray on the bay window, then came back to pick up the milk: "I'll just take care of her here, Uncle Shen and the others will arrive at 1 pm."

"good."

"Um."

Qingmu lowered his eyebrows, but still couldn't swallow this breath, lowered his voice and said, "Let's find out about Xia Miaoke's situation, I don't want to give her a discount!"

Think about it: "…"

Qingrong: "Okay!"

As soon as the door was closed, Qingmeng was coaxing Bella to drink milk at the head of the bed, but Bella ignored everything and closed her eyes, as if she was really sleeping.

I admire myself and I can only eat and drink on the bay window.

He was heartless. Seeing Bella like this, he felt very distressed and was also afraid that she would break up with him.

But it has been like this. He must have delicious food and drinks to have the strength to resist her "breakup".

The room was filled with food scent, and Bella's stomach suddenly roared twice. Qingmu's mouth curled up, so she picked up the milk and walked to her: "If you really can't eat it, just drink some milk. Otherwise, you would faint from hunger when your father and mother came, wouldn't it make them more worried?"

It must be said that admiration is very good at attracting people.

Bella can ignore herself, but she won’t care about her father-in-law’s mother. Especially after so many years of concern for her, she finally returned.

On the phone just now, Shen Dichen's sweet voice drifted in his ears, calling her baby over and over again.

Bella couldn't help crying again, rubbing her eyes against the pillow, slightly raised her body, took over the milk in Qingmu's hand, and drank it off.

Qingmu looked at the messy hair on her smooth little face, and raised her hand to help her sort it out. But as soon as her big hand reached over, she quickly avoided it, looking alert, and looked very nervous.

Qingmeng didn't dare to move again: "Don't worry, I'll be with you."

Bella grabbed the quilt and covered her head, turned her back to him!

Outside the door—

Qingrong quickly had lunch downstairs and went upstairs.

He stood at the door of Ji Xuehao's suite, hesitating whether to call his sister up for dinner.

The little girl is only thirteen or fourteen years old. When she was really healthy, how could she be hungry?

Thinking about seeing him walking in a hurry, he quickly went upstairs after having a meal. Looking at Qingrong, he said to him: "Bella is awake and has served food, but she hasn't woken up here. What should I do?"

Qingrong doesn't speak or look at her.

Thinking about it, I leaned forward and said, "You tell me, do you want to go in and wake them up? We Xuehao are also growing up."

Qingrong stretched out her hand, with her back facing her shoulder, and pushed her away: "Don't block it."

Because of what happened just now, Qingrong was still angry.

He felt that thinking about it would hurt people too much. Whoever made his brother sad was to kill him, and he felt uncomfortable.

Thinking about having been in the society for a few years, she naturally understood the problem. She smiled slightly and said, "Just, wasn't that the person who asked me for comfort? I don't think he was asking me for comfort, because we would say anything about comfort, and he could ask you. He should have just asked me for analysis. I am a woman. Only by telling him exactly what I think is, it is a real help to him."

"Go away!"

Qingrong frowned, no matter what she said, he just ignored it.

Thinking about it, I was anxious: "Why are you doing this? I'm not wrong..."

As he was talking, suddenly a slight sound of footsteps came and the door of the suite was opened from inside.

Qingyu stood barefoot at the door, his eyes were a little red, and he looked outside with his eyes wide open.

She saw that she thought about it, her little body hid slightly, and when she saw Qingrong behind her, she reached out and said, "Brother!"

The voice was slightly choked, so pitiful.

Qingrong quickly moved Xiangxiang aside again and picked Qingyu up without saying a word: "Be good, don't be afraid, brother is here!"

He imitated Ling Lie and asked his sister to sit on his arm, but Ling Lie was 1.92 meters tall. Their brothers were underage and were only in their early 1.8 meters. So holding Qing Yu was not like Ling Lie. At first glance, it was like an adult holding a child. When he hugged him, he looked a bit like a couple.

Thinking about it, I felt strange no matter how I looked. Seeing Qingrong leap and carrying her sister to his own room, I even chased her: "Why do you want to go to my room?"

"Go away!"

Qingrong said coldly, raised her feet when she turned around, and closed the door.

Thinking of it, he sighed lightly, and felt that he would go down to give Qingyu some food. When he turned around, he saw Ji Xuehao standing at the door of the suite with red eyes. He was not wearing shoes, but he looked at this side with his eyes.

Thinking about it, his face tightened, he chased him over and asked, "Xuehao, what's wrong?"

Ji Xuehao took a deep breath: "I just fell asleep, and she ran away. I felt something. I chased her out and she was gone."

Thinking of it, I breathed a sigh of relief: "So that's it."

She thought that the girl Qingyu was also breaking up with Ji Xuehao!

She took Ji Xuehao's arm and said, "Let's go to your room."

As soon as the door was closed, she thought about it and told the story of the two girls being sold. She said seriously: "So, I suspect that the nightmare I last night was not as simple as Qingmu said to watch Japanese ghost movies. Xuehao, I think Qingyu's incident is obvious. She is either mentally ill or mentally ill. Although her childhood is quite pitiful, but..."
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