Lowering her head, a drop of water quickly fell on the back of her hand, Qing, what should we do?
Turning around, she looked at the sky above her head, but her eyes began to become hazy.
But she didn't know that there was a black car parked not far away from her, and there was a man sitting inside, holding a mobile phone in his hand, looking at her coldly as she stood there without a trace of emotion.
"Well, you did a good job, you are very smart," I don't know if it was a compliment or a sarcasm. The man's sharp eyes never left Xiang Qinglan. Until she walked away, he was still looking in that direction, lips
There is a touch of cold loneliness on the side.
Xiang Qinglan, I'm waiting for the day when you come to beg me. I don't believe that I, Su Zhetuo, can be a fool. He put down his phone, leaned on the car seat, and wrapped his arms around his body until
Another sound of music came from the phone. He picked it up and put it directly to his ear.
"What's wrong, honey, didn't you go try on a dress? Doesn't it fit?" His voice was very gentle, and even the coldness on his face had faded away. Facing the woman he loved, it was as if he had changed.
Just like a person, he can no longer see the harshness he had just now.
"Tuo, I've already tried it, and I'm waiting for you to try it," Gong Ruxue's soft voice came from the phone, with an audible coquettishness.
"Good boy, I'll be there soon. Just wait for me." He hung up the phone, looked at the direction he had just left toward Qinglan, curled his lips coldly, drove the car, and quickly drove towards the apartment where he lived.
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Xiang Qinglan walked outside for a long time. She looked at her empty hands, pursed her lips slightly, and her lowered eyelashes were filled with worries that could no longer be resolved.
How are they going to live?
Looking at her hands, she suddenly smiled. She just had no voice, but she still had hands. She couldn't be depressed like this, because she still had a clear mind.
She never felt that Qing would be a burden to her. On the contrary, Qing was the best person she had ever met in her life, and he brought her too much happiness and joy.
She walked towards the place where she lived, which was a small but very warm home.
Standing at the door, she took out her key from her pocket. Before she could open the door, the door was opened from the inside, and then came the familiar embrace again, a clean and reassuring embrace.
"Lan, you came back very late today," Qing looked back at the old watch hanging on the wall at home. It was indeed late, an hour later than before.
Xiang Qinglan pushed him away slightly and placed a bag of things in front of Qing.
"Xiaolongbao," Qing's eyes lit up, it was his favorite food.
"Yes," Xiang Qinglan nodded and wrote in his hand, "Because I went to buy this, so I walked for a longer time." She lied and stood on her feet from time to time.
, because her feet hurt and they had no income, so she didn't even dare to sit in the car and walked back on her own legs.
Therefore, she used the saved fares to buy him a few steamed dumplings. She didn't feel that it was very hard, as long as she looked at his smile, she felt that everything was worth it.
However, she thought Qing would be happy, and he was indeed happy. However, his face soon became serious, and Xiang Qinglan looked at him in confusion. What happened to him?
"Lan," Qing stretched out his hand and gently stroked her hair, but his fingers felt the sweat on her forehead. For some reason, his heart suddenly hurt, and there was an indescribable feeling at the heart membrane.
It was as if it had been torn open by a hand.
"Lan, please don't buy it in the future, okay? I don't like eating it." His big hand caressed her cheek, but the warmth on his palm warmed her body and mind.
Xiang Qinglan blinked, but she remembered that he liked to eat. Why did he suddenly not like it?
And Qing didn't say anything else, just held her hand and walked into the room.
He turned his head and looked at her empty hands. Today was a day for sex. Logically speaking, she should have brought back a lot of information, but now she didn't have any.
Qing Qing's confused eyes finally made Xiang Qinglan think of such cruel things. Her face turned pale slightly, but she smiled forcefully and wrote in his hand that there is a holiday there today, so there is no information.
, and we have earned a lot, so we can take a break.
In fact, she didn't know that her smile was very distressing. She didn't want to laugh, but she still tried her best to smile. Qing, who was too naive, had no doubts and just nodded to her. For such a rare rest
, he is still very happy. As long as Xiang Qinglan is by his side.
Qing sat on the sofa, and Xiang Qinglan sat in his arms. She closed her eyes tightly. She was tired, really tired, and her feet hurt. Let her cling to this warmth for a little longer.
The xiaolongbao was still on the table. After a quick glance, he placed his chin on Xiang Qinglan's head.
"If you want a choice, Qing can ask for nothing, not Xiao Long Bao, as long as Lan can come back early, so Qing can change from liking to eat to not liking to eat." He murmured in a low voice. But he didn't notice that he was pregnant.
The woman in the middle opened her eyes slightly, and the tears in her eyes quickly fell into her hair, and some light appeared.
Their life today is surprisingly leisurely, but for Xiang Qinglan, such a life has an indescribable pressure. After today and tomorrow, what will they do?
And what about tomorrow’s tomorrow?
When she woke up in the morning, Qing was still asleep, and Xiang Qinglan, who had been awake almost all night, was already sitting on their only sofa. She picked up the note in her hand and read it for a long time before putting it down.
Standing up, a pair of white washed jeans made her look particularly shabby. She was not someone who cared about food and clothing, but now, they didn't even have the most basic living security, so no matter how much they wanted,
It's useless to care. We can't let them drink water all day long. He shook his head. Now, even water costs money.
When she walked to the bed, Qing was still asleep. She pulled the quilt for him and then walked out of the house.
And when I woke up from sleep, it was already an hour later.
He opened his eyes and put his hands on his side habitually, trying to find the warmth. However, the touch of his fingers was cold. He sat up suddenly. When he turned around, there was only one person on the other side of the bed.
The pillow has lost its temperature, and the person is no longer there.
"Lan," he shouted, but there was nothing in the room except his voice.