After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, he lowered his eyes slightly, then turned and went upstairs.
Sheng Xin didn't believe what he heard anyway.
She actually described him as that kind of person.
When he hid Chengcheng at that time, he had selfish desires, but does having selfish desires prove that it is not love?
If he didn't love her, why would he keep guarding her every day to comfort her and feel uneasy about her?
Zhuo Jian rented a house in a small town abroad two days ago, and they were preparing to leave in the middle of the night.
Since the two of them had children, Zhuo Jian chose express delivery for all luggage.
Sheng Xin was waiting for her at the door. He saw her and Chang Xia coming out holding a child. He immediately stepped forward and took the child away from her arms, "I'll see you off."
Zhuo Jian felt that they had made it very clear last night and nodded.
She sat next to Sheng Xin on the way, and Chang Xia and Bao Bao sat behind.
Sheng Xin occasionally looked at her in the rearview mirror and asked her, "We can't even be friends, right?"
Zhuo Jian turned around: "How could it be? As long as you don't dislike it."
Sheng Xin smiled helplessly, "As long as you don't mind me being clingy."
Zhuo Jian's heart suddenly tightened.
The word clingy is a bit familiar.
It was like something happened in a certain dimension. Some soft words suddenly came to my mind. Those words were so soft and sticky.
"Don't be by my side anymore, my shoulders will collapse under your weight."
"I like it, I'll give you a massage."
"Would this make it less painful?"
"What about this? Wife, I like to pester you all the time."
"Fu Yanye, you are too clingy."
She felt a sharp pain in her heart, it was Fu Yanye.
She lowered her eyes silently, and her heart felt hot.
Then she couldn't see clearly anymore, so she turned her head and looked out the window.
It was raining lightly outside the window, the wind was strong, and the rain was blown to nowhere.
Where is her heart?
Still there.
It was so hot, so hurt, and it was still in her chest.
Zhuo Jian choked quietly.
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City A.
At eight o'clock in the morning, she took a taxi directly to the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Mist enveloped the whole city. She looked outside and saw that a hair salon had opened its doors and the owner was spreading out towels.
"Master, please stop the car."
"Girl, aren't you going to the Civil Affairs Bureau?"
"Later."
Zhuo Jian paid the money and got out of the car.
The driver left, and she stood there looking at the hair salon.
bid farewell.
Hair salon name.
Looking at the boss who looks only about thirty years old, I think he is also a boss with a story, right?
The boss looked up and saw her standing there looking this way, and said hello: "Beauty, do you want to say goodbye?"
Zhuo Jian thought, yes.
She sat in a chair at the end of the hair salon. The boss combed her hair with a comb and asked, "If I want to say goodbye, do I need a very short haircut?"
"Well, cut it to here."
Zhuo Jian thought for a moment and saw a hairstyle on the Internet before. It was quite neat and easy to spot.
Expose half of the neck and thin the top slightly.
The owner of the hair salon looked at her gestures, took out his mobile phone, searched for a hairstyle and showed it to her. After Zhuo Jian nodded, he started to operate it.
At nine o'clock sharp, Zhuo Jian appeared at the Civil Affairs Bureau on time.
After the taxi stopped, she got out of the car and saw Fu Yanye standing on the steps.
