Chapter 823: From now on, Xiao Lang is a passerby [11]
He knew that what he said just now was a bit excessive.
In fact, he should say that no matter what, you are always good-looking, Shaohua.
However, in the end, he said such a simple sentence.
In the bottom of his heart, he still hoped that she would get rid of that scar, and then there would be no more Li Nian between them.
He doesn't like it, he is very greedy, and he also hopes, extravagantly, that she is his...
It's fleeting, it's fleeting, it's becoming less and less like you. Once, you stood so calmly behind her.
Watching her love others so patiently, you can smile and be happy.
Even, I could suppress my sadness and say to her, I wish you happiness————
But, why now, you are so worried about a scar?
It turns out that it’s not that there is no desire to dominate, it’s just that once it was concealed and now it explodes, how can we go back to the past?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but raised his head, looked at Shaohua, and opened his mouth: "Shaohua..."
The woman lowered her head, held a spoon, and dug into the rice, ignoring him.
Ignoring him...
In his youth, he still had such a childish temper.
Suddenly, he coaxed: "Shaohua, be good and don't be angry. In fact, it looks good this way, but I still like you..."
"I don't want to listen!" The willful Shaohua threw away the chopsticks, saying that she was not perfect anymore, and now she was trying to make up for it, what's the use.
She pouted and moved to the side. When she saw those flowers, her heart felt inexplicably blocked.
Yi Shu also quickly followed over, hugged her, and just as he was about to coax her, another burst of flower fragrance hit his nostrils.
He turned his head and coughed.
Breathing is a little uncomfortable.
Shaohua quickly turned around nervously and looked at him, then looked at the flowers and seemed to understand something. He grabbed them and without thinking, opened the window and threw them all down.
The cool wind blew into the house.
Shaohua quickly took the medicine, handed it to Yi Shu and drank it: "Are you feeling better?"
Yi Shu's face was pale and his fingers were weak, but he still held her stubbornly, held her in his arms, and kissed her earlobe lightly: "It's okay."
