After hearing what her cousin said, Chenxing suddenly became unhappy: "Others always encourage peace but not divorce. How can you be like this? Do you really want me to break up with him?"
In fact, Gu Shaocheng is not bad at all. He usually loves her very much, but maybe because he has too many things recently, his temper has become stronger. At this time, the girl who resented Gu Shaocheng half to death heard others say that there is no love between them, and she suddenly
I felt unhappy in my heart.
Sitting in the car, she listed the good things about Gu Shaocheng one by one, and the things Gu Shaocheng liked about her one by one, to refute her cousin's remarks.
Luo Xi nodded perfunctorily: "Oh, he loves you very much. Come on, he loves you with all his heart. He definitely doesn't dislike you. Can you stop chanting in my ear?"
"He originally liked me." Chenxing took a deep breath.
Luo Xi pinched her pink face: "Then why are you still crying?"
Chenxing slapped her hand, turned his head, and looked away from Luo Xi. He felt relieved unconsciously. Oh, yes, why was she crying so sadly? Shaocheng liked her, just, just, just... silently...
A hundred times... One cannot deny all previous feelings just because of one conflict.
He patted his face and secretly warned himself: Chenxing, don’t think nonsense, Shaocheng is not that kind of person!
Luo Xi looked at her expression through the endoscope and smiled secretly in her heart. Look, she has sorted herself out. In this day and age, no one can persuade her to have better results than thinking clearly on her own.
The woman who completed the task took out her mobile phone and sent a very brief text message to a certain number: "Done, remember to get the money!"
With a ding, Gu Shaocheng received a text message.
The man who read the text message immediately smiled and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He also replied briefly: "The money will be received within 24 hours."
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That night Chenxing was lying in the bedroom, looking at the oil painting on the wall with his head tilted. It was him in the oil painting, so handsome. In comparison, he could have such a handsome man, so why should he be depressed?
He turned over, hugged the pillow he usually slept on, and buried his head deeply in it.
As I breathed, I seemed to smell his masculine scent lingering in the pillow.
It was warm, like the sun was shining on her body.
In the quiet night, Chenxing thought for a long time, should she give him a call? She quarreled with him again today. In fact, she didn't want to quarrel with him at all, but sometimes she just couldn't control her emotions. When he said no
When the words "like" came to mind, all reason disappeared and he threw the phone in anger. He must dislike her even more, right?
He pursed his lips and thought for a long time.
Chenxing leaned sideways and didn't make a call. He just sent a text message to find out first.
So, the man who was also about to go to bed received a very brief text message, "Are you asleep?"
"Um."
What does um mean? Do you want to continue sending text messages? Will sending more text messages disturb his rest? Then he will charge himself with another crime: disturbing his rest...
Chenxing stared at the phone tangledly, her heart hit an iceberg, and she turned back dullly, "Oh, good night."
But while staring at the phone screen, he couldn't bear to put it down. He even showed a bit of a womanly attitude and kissed the phone screen.