Yiyi closed his eyes and felt Su Yinuo's tears falling on his face.
He stretched out his little hand and touched it, but the tears had long since lost their heat.
"Mom, are you crying?"
Yi Yi asked innocently, and Su Yinuo shook his head quietly, "No, the wind blew my eyes to tears accidentally."
"Eh?!" Yi Yi seemed to have heard something incredible, "Will the wind in the air conditioner bring tears to your eyes?"
"Well..." Su Yinuo was a little embarrassed, "Yeah."
"Then I'll turn off the air conditioner."
Just as Yiyi was about to get out of bed and turn off the air conditioner, Su Yinuo grabbed his body.
"What's wrong? Mom, why don't you turn off the air conditioner?"
The temperature in the room is adjusted just right. One degree more is too hot, and one degree less is too cold.
According to Yiyi's physical condition, it's best to turn on the air conditioner.
Su Yinuo smiled and continued to lie, "Actually, my mother's forehead and feet hurt so much that she shed tears."
"Tsk, tsk." Yi Yi sipped her lips and looked at her like an adult, "Mom is so naughty. She was obviously crying in pain, and she even lied to Yi Yi that it was the wind from the air conditioner that caused the pain. It turns out that her mother is just as afraid of pain as Yi Yi.
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Su Yinuo was dumbfounded, and Yiyi escaped from her arms again and blew on her forehead.
He touched Su Yinuo's back with his little hand, "Mom, it doesn't hurt, Yiyi loves you."
Su Yinuo's tears came overwhelmingly again. Yiyi didn't know what her mother was suffering from. She just thought she would be in pain, so she continued to blow hard on her forehead.
Su Yinuo closed his eyes and thought quietly.
Simple, simple...my simplicity, what should I do to satisfy you and allow you to be with me again?
【At this moment, you are plotting against me again】
It's late at night and it's easy to sleepless.
In the office, Jian Yi was lying on the sofa, looking at the ceiling quietly, thinking of the woman's figure in his mind, but it gradually became blurry and not clear enough.
There were still traces of the woman smoking half a cigarette in the ashtray. Squinting slightly, Jian Jian found that Su Yinuo still seemed to be sitting there, looking at him with a smile on his face.
Turn sideways, raise your head, and squint your eyes.
An illusion is an illusion, it cannot become reality.