She held Qing's hand and opened the door, while Su Zhetuo walked in politely, but his eyes were still fixed on the two people's hands, wondering if they should let go when they were about to hold them.
He walked into the room quietly and took care of everything calmly. It was a small house, not even comparable to a room in their apartment. There was almost no furniture in it, and there was only one bed.
The quilt was folded so neatly that his eyes seemed to be able to poke two holes in the bed.
"How did you sleep on the same bed?" He turned around, with a cold smile on his lips, and looked directly at Xiang Qinglan.
Xiang Qinglan looked at the merciless coldness in his eyes, and suddenly had an urge to laugh. A bed, how to sleep, how to sleep, their bed, hadn't he already slept with that woman, if he hadn't lost his memory
If so, it should be remembered that they are divorced and there is no longer any relationship between them.
Then, where she sleeps and who she sleeps with has nothing to do with him.
"Lan and I sleep together, otherwise, you think I sleep on the window?" Qing raised her sharp chin and half-squinted her eyes to look at this inexplicable man. They shared a bed, so of course they slept together.
,can't his eyes see it?
"Xiang Qinglan, didn't you say you love me?" He just glanced coldly, but the person his eyes were staring at was always Xiang Qinglan, and he was disgusted with this man from the beginning to the end.
Sleeping together? They actually slept together. This sleep made him almost crazy with jealousy.
Xiang Qinglan opened her lips a little, but she smiled more sadly. She loved him, loved him very much, but it was he who personally destroyed her love and the little life that originally belonged to them.
, and he also made it very clear that he does not want her love, he only loves Gong Ruxue, so why does she still love him?
For some reason, Su Zhetuo, who had never seen her smile like this before, felt as if someone had punched her in the heart. There was no hatred for him on her face, but there was no trace of Zeng Jin's hatred towards him.
love. In the past, as soon as he appeared, all her attention would only be on him. But now, although she is looking at him, she is looking through his body and looking into another space.
, is his existence just air to her now?
This realization made him feel a kind of terror that he had never experienced before. The hand in his pocket clenched tightly again, and he did not feel any pain even when his nails dug into his palm.
"That's enough, Xiang Qinglan, don't laugh anymore." The hell-like voice broke through Xiang Qinglan's eardrums.
Xiang Qinglan finally focused her eyes, but she was still speechless towards him. It wasn't that she didn't want to say it, but that she couldn't because he had already made her lose her voice.
"What do you call it? Do you think you are a rooster crowing?" Qing turned his body and said rudely. His voice was not small. He stood in front of Xiang Qinglan and turned her
Blocking himself behind him, he faced the man's gaze as if he wanted to eat people and drink blood.
Lan, she still has his.
Xiang Qinglan reached out and grabbed Qing's clothes, and her fingertips touched his body. Such body temperature made her heartbeat begin to slow down.
"Qing, Qing..." She muttered his name silently, and when she suddenly saw Su Zhetuo, she slowly began to let go of her confusion.
Yes, she is not alone now. She still has Qing. Qing, who doesn't understand anything, is guarding her with his life.