His slender fingers quickly pressed on the text: "Are you unhappy? Tell me to make me happy."
The tears on my eyelashes haven't dried yet, and my eyebrows have begun to curve again.
Xia Qihang came back not long after sending it out: "You are really right, the things that make me unhappy are the things that make you happy."
I'm not happy that you are with Cheng Shenke, but you are happy with him.
I am most unhappy that you are not with me, but you are most happy that you are not with me.
The night is long, sitting on the window sill and looking at the city lights in the distance is so blurry and melancholy.
Holding the phone in my arms, I don’t know why I miss her so much at this time, and it hurts even to breathe.
I had just come back from outside. I hadn’t taken off my white shirt yet. I had only unbuttoned two buttons and rolled up my sleeves a little. I was so exhausted that I couldn’t even pour a glass of water.
But I still have the strength to miss her and the positive energy she exudes.
At that time, you no longer needed me to pinch your feet, you no longer needed me to remind you to eat three meals a day, and you no longer needed me to watch movies and eat with you.
So are you happy?
He curled his lips bitterly.
Missing her is the only thing he can do.
Pei Ruomian was in a daze holding her cell phone. Although the words were said in a joking tone, she was as smart as she was, so how could she not understand what he meant.
"Am I so mean-spirited to do things that make you unhappy? What time is it now? You haven't just gotten off work again, right?"
After I sent it, there was no message back for a long time.
She smiled and put the phone back into her pocket.
A pair of hands hugged her waist from behind.
She raised her head and looked at the man in the mirror.
Cheng Shenke gently put his face on her neck and rubbed it gently, "Who are you sending this message to? Who is so capable of making you laugh out of tears?"
His neck felt itchy from being rubbed by him. Pei Ruomian shrank his neck and replied angrily: "It's not you anyway."
Staring at her beautiful peach blossom eyes, she stamped her toes vigorously.
Let her vent, as long as she is happy, Cheng Shenke was surprisingly gentle, "I'm sorry, I ignored you, I'm self-examined, can I punish myself with a bottle and go home to let you toss me?"
I'm sorry, it's my fault. I always said I would take care of you, but I never did.
He watched her using her mobile phone to send messages to others, smiling, and he was very jealous.
If someone can make her laugh even if they send her a message, then as long as he gives her a little concern, it will definitely be worth a thousand words from others.
But he was busy with his own things every day, and sometimes he even forgot to send a text message. She would always call him first to ask him if he had eaten, whether he was going home at night, and whether he wanted to do this or that.
Hug her tightly.
She ran out of the box angrily just now, just like that time she turned around in anger.
He was extremely scared.
He didn't chase her out the door last time, but this time he followed her closely. Fortunately, she didn't run away.
'Isn't it just because I like you that I let you go through trouble? I didn't let anyone else go through trouble.'
Yes, isn't it just because you like it?
She is still young and is bound to go crazy. Why is she always asked to accommodate him, and why doesn't he try to accommodate her?
Pei Ruomian sniffed, his anger still lingering, "It's too late now to know that I was wrong."
Cheng Shenke smiled, squeezed in front of her sideways, and faced her, "Then I'll let you do whatever you want here, okay?"
Finally she smiled and said, "You are shameless."
Cheng Shenke simply followed Zhang Mofei's example of being a scoundrel to Pei Mochen, "Why do you need face? I just want you."
