1090. Chapter 1090 This is the price for killing me sixty
Qingqing's words were like a basin of cold water poured on Luo Jian's heart, as cold as the soles of his feet.
He was full of joy and expectation and rushed over just to hear her complain to her face that he didn't send her an invitation.
Luo Jian slowly released his grip on Zhao Qingqing's arm, the disappointment in his eyes undisguised.
This time he finally gave up.
If the person he likes doesn't like him, then whoever he marries will be the same?
He put his hands into his pockets and curved his lips with a calm smile, "You also know Wang Jialing's temper. If she sees you at the wedding, she will definitely cause trouble for you again."
Zhao Qingqing nodded, "I know, I'm just sad that you didn't tell me."
She pursed her lips and her voice became softer, "So it's unnecessary for me to be sad."
If you can't squeeze into a circle, don't force yourself into it, otherwise you will hurt yourself and make others laugh.
Luo Jian turned his head and looked at the sky outside, took a deep breath, then looked at Zhao Qingqing with a smile, "It's time for me to go."
Zhao Qingqing nodded, "You have to hurry up."
Luo Jian pursed his lips and smiled, said nothing, and walked past Qingqing.
It leaves a light fragrance and a strong tobacco smell.
Zhao Qingqing looked at Luo Jian's back and said, "I wish you a happy wedding."
Luo Jian paused in his steps without turning around, "Happy."
Watching Luo Jian enter the elevator, she then leaned against the wall, scratching her scalp with both hands in annoyance, her hair being messed up like a bird's nest.
Then she shook her long hair and strode towards the public bathroom.
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Mu Mu's condition was not good, so Lu Yifan naturally did not return to Kyoto with Luo Jian.
Qingqing took care of Xuehu in the ward as usual the next day, eating, looking at the computer, playing with her mobile phone...
Exactly the same as usual.
Seeing her state, everyone agreed not to talk about Luo Jian's visit last night.
After applying the ointment, Mu Mu's stomach itching symptoms improved slightly.
Because my belly is scratched, it will hurt if clothes stick to it.
So when there was no one else in the ward, Mu Mu would lift up his clothes to reveal his ulcerated belly.
Mu Mu held a bowl of soup, looked at his stomach, and asked Yifan Lu with a smile: "Uncle, do you feel sick if I look like this?"
The soup was cooked by Ms. Lu herself and just delivered.
Yifan Lu shook his head and replied: "No."
Mu Mu didn't believe it, pouting and asked: "Then do you dare to drink this bowl of soup and eat the greasy ribs in it while looking at my stomach?"
Lu Yifan replied "dare" without hesitation.
Then he took the soup bowl from Mu Mu's hand with both hands and looked at her festering belly as she drank the soup. After finishing the soup, the always elegant Er Shao grabbed the ribs with his hands and gnawed them regardless of his appearance.
And it tastes delicious.
Seeing Lu Yifan finish the soup and eat the ribs, Mu Mu smiled and flattered him, "Uncle, you are really the best husband in the world."
After saying that, she bent down and kissed him quickly on the forehead.
Yifan Lu put down the bowl, took out a tissue and wiped his mouth slowly and methodically, then smiled at Mu Mu and raised his eyebrows, "Are you satisfied?"
Mu Mu nodded, "Satisfied, very satisfied. I give you a good review and thirty-six likes."
As she spoke, she stretched out her hands to hug Yifan Lu.
Lu Yifan suddenly stood up, looked down at her with a smile, "No need for Zan, as long as you are obedient, I will drink the soup for you if you don't want to."
Hearing this, Mu Mu laughed "hehe" and pretended to be stupid.
Yifan Lu reached out and cut off her forehead, "Look at your little face."
