"It looks better. Then I will have a companion." Lin Feiwan obviously didn't believe what he said. She didn't know why. At that moment, Lin Feiwan believed very, very much that Xiao Che would never...
Transferred to another love
When she thought of these four words, Lin Feiwan was also startled. She is in love with someone else? Ha, it seems that her feelings for Xiao Che are really subtle.
"I didn't expect Wanwan to be so magnanimous. It's really gratifying for my husband."
Xiao Che held Lin Feiwan's hand and refused to let go. Although she was not jealous and showed a bit of magnanimity, Xiao Che couldn't help but enjoy it.
How can any wife not care whether her husband has another woman?
Doesn't Lin Feiwan still have no feeling for herself at all?
Thinking about it, I think it’s impossible. When the two of them get along together, they seem to be in love with each other even more.
"Are you angry?" Lin Feiwan saw Xiao Che holding her still, thinking that he must be thinking about what she just said.
"Yeah, I'm angry, I have to make up for it."
Lin Feiwan looked at Xiao Che who looked completely different from the other two, and suddenly didn't know what to do with him.
What Xiao Che is best at is sneaking a kiss on Lin Feiwan's cheek when she's not paying attention.
And the moment when Xiao Che secretly kissed her just now made Lin Feiwan suddenly think of someone
He seems to have secretly kissed me a few times
Lin Feiwan reached out and touched the kiss on her forehead. When facing Xiao Che, she suddenly panicked.
He was so kind to her, but she was thinking about other men behind his back. I really feel sorry for him.
I don’t think about it anymore, I don’t think about it anymore. Anyway, after today, I probably won’t have any interactions with that person.
"Che, let's go in and take a look."
Lin Feiwan pulled Xiao Che up the stairs. What kind of beautiful woman was hidden behind the door filled with tissue paper? Lin Feiwan was looking forward to it.
As the thin white door opened, Lin Feiwan saw a man in ragged clothes standing by the window with his hands behind his back, holding a jade-colored long flute.
Lin Feiwan stood outside the door, looking at his back, and suddenly she didn't have the courage to go in again.
Because his back, and someone's back, seemed, seemed
When each person left, Lin Feiwan always looked at his back in a daze, but for the person in front of him, their backs actually overlapped at this moment.