The big-name husband has played too much: the poisonous pet, the good girl

Hooking her chin with the one who took Ruo before, he said cynically, "Want to know? I won't tell you!"

Her heart was inexplicably lost.

Xue'er turned her eyes away, feeling a kind of suffocation that could not be vented accumulated in her chest, she was so angry that she stomped on him hard.

I must have been dazzled just now to feel that there was a slight injury on his body.

"Hush, I'm a patient." Xiaoyan twisted her face exaggeratedly on purpose, sat down on the sofa, bent her legs and rubbed her feet, and pretended to be in pain: "It hurts." [

Xue'er pursed her lips angrily, and looked at him suspiciously: "It doesn't hurt so much, why don't I just step on it."

"You want me to try wearing seven centimeter high heels? My feet must be crippled!" Xiaoyan continued to pretend, rubbed off her shoes, put her feet on the coffee table, and rubbed them.

Xue'er looked at him uncertainly, and asked cautiously, "Does it really hurt?"

Who told him to look like a slouch!deserve it!

"Rub it for me!" He continued to make a painful expression, waiting for her.

Xue'er moved her butt towards him helplessly, bent down, and really, uh, rubbed his toes.

Who made him a patient, Xueer thought so.

Xiaoyan looked at her black hair, lazily embed her body in the sofa, exuding a warm aura, and a gentle smile on her face, very casual and harmless.

"Is it better now?" Xue'er rubbed him for a while, then turned her head and asked.

Only then did I realize that Xiaoyan smiled happily.

She stood up abruptly, looked at his triumphant face, and pursed her lips: "Are you playing with me? It doesn't hurt at all?"

"It hurts!" Xiaoyan smiled slightly.

Stretching out a hand, directly pulling her into his arms, Xue'er was caught off guard, and fell into his strong chest.

"you"

"Don't move, give me a hug for a while." Xiaoyan held her in her arms, her voice softly choked with sobs, Xue'er was bewitched by his tone, and she really remained motionless.

"I miss you, really." Xiaoyan's voice was soft and soft.

Xue'er lay in his arms, biting her lip, feeling conflicted in her heart.

Xiaoyan, really, was laughing and joking one second, and filled with melancholy the next, which made her unable to understand, she just felt sour and uncomfortable.