In the past, He Lianyu hated this woman with all his heart. He hated that she had no origin and was marrying the brother he admired most. He hated that she might have married him because she wanted power and wealth. He hated that she was prettier than him. He hated that she had a certain skill.
A marriage that makes me jealous, and I hate that she always suffers the consequences and never lets herself go...
There are so many things about He Lianyu that he hates about Qian Xiaojue.
But recently, she no longer hates Qian Xiaojue's shaking balance in her eyes. Instead, after what happened last time at home and last night, she feels a little...admired.
Qian Xiaojue's wisdom and ruthlessness, Qian Xiaojue's unflinching response to those men, and even helping herself to vent her anger and get ahead... This made her, who was obviously one or two years older than Qian Xiaojue, want to hate her, but she couldn't.
I can't hate it anymore.
It seems that the hatred in the past can no longer be used as a reason, as if those things in the past wish to disappear...
But she still didn't know how to get along with Qian Xiaojue, or even how to face it. She didn't dare to face herself in the embarrassing situation last night, and she didn't dare to face Qian Xiaojue who saved her last night, so He Lianyu said in the morning
He got up and disappeared.
Qian Xiaojue didn't take it to heart. In her eyes, she had long felt that He Lianyu was not a real bad girl, so she didn't have any special feelings about He Lianyu's behavior of disappearing after waking up in the morning. She was waiting wholeheartedly.
Helian Qing returned again, waiting for him to replenish his gifts...
He Lianqing rarely gave her gifts, so she looked forward to them very much.
Sure enough, Helian Qing came back in the second week as promised.
The return was still a bit sudden. Qian Xiaojue had just finished dinner and was watering water in the greenhouse. Suddenly she heard the sound of an engine downstairs. She didn't pay attention to it at first. Then she heard Aunt Qian's voice. Qian Xiaojue paused.
, immediately put down the kettle in his hand, turned around and pushed open the glass door. He didn't even have time to close the door before he went downstairs wearing slippers.
When she reached the stairs to the next floor, Qian Xiaojue slowed down her pace. She calmed her breathing, then turned around and went downstairs.
When I saw He Lianqing, time stood still for a moment, softly and beautifully.
"A Qing..." Qian Xiaojue showed a rare smile and turned her eyes to the man and woman behind Helian.
He Lianqing was wearing Nizi's overcoat. He was taking it off and handing it to Aunt Qian when he heard Qian Xiaojue's soft call. Then he looked up at her with gentle eyes and a smile on his lips: "Mao'er, come here and introduce me to you."
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Qian Xiaojue walked downstairs slowly. Because she was at home, she was wearing home clothes, a very casual sweater and cotton furniture trousers, and her hair was draped lazily, making her really look like a lazy cat.
And he is a very beautiful cat.
Qian Xiaojue walked over, and He Lianqing reached out to her. Qian Xiaojue handed her hand over. Because he jogged a little, Qian Xiaojue's hand was warm, which was different from He Lianqing's big cold hand that had just come back.
The different temperature made her shiver slightly.
He Lianqing did not let go, but held Qian Xiaojue's hand tighter and led her slightly towards him.
Lowering his head, his eyes fell on her quietly. When he saw her little face, some aggression and domineering finally flashed in his eyes. After not seeing her for more than half a month, he missed her taste very much.