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

After a while, Xue'er pushed him, casually scratched the broken hair on her forehead, turned her head away and said, "Well, can we stop doing this in the future?"

"How?" Xiaoyan shook her feet on the coffee table, and her expression returned to her previous cynical look.

Xue'er poured herself a glass of water and took a sip to calm herself down.

Only then did he seriously say, "Just don't kiss and hug me, okay?"

Xiaoyan let out a sigh of relief: "I don't seem to have kissed you, are you reminding me on purpose, complaining that I didn't kiss you?" [

Xue'er turned her head, ignored Xiaoyan's words, played with her fingers, thought for a while before saying: "Although everyone said that we used to be boyfriend and girlfriend, but now I have amnesia after all, Between us, can we not be so close? I don’t feel used to it, it’s very awkward, you are always like this, I can’t get along with you, let alone move to live with you, you promised me before, Without asking for my consent, you will not touch me."

Xiaoyan listened, a layer of disappointment appeared on her face, but it was fleeting.

"Hehe!" He laughed dryly twice, forced a smile, and said, "Okay then, it's getting late, you should go back first."

He said with some anger, obviously, he was unhappy.

He doesn't touch her now, and he can't hug or kiss her. He has never been so aggrieved for a woman.

Xue'er's eyes lit up, and she stood up with her bag in hand: "Are you alright in the hospital by yourself? Then I'll go first, and I'll come see you tomorrow morning."

She almost ran away.

As soon as the door of the ward was closed, there was a crisp sound from inside, the coffee table was smashed to pieces, and Xiaoyan was lying on the sofa unhappily.

Damn woman, she actually left just like that. What he said was just angry words, but she really left.

Xiaoyan strode into the bathroom, turned on the faucet to wake herself up, and the cool tap water splashed on her head.

He shook his wet hair and looked up at himself in the mirror, with angry eyebrows and lonely eyes. After a long time, he smiled wryly at himself in the mirror: Boss, what bad idea did you give me?

According to his usual style, he should have crushed that poor girl under him. Damn him, he is suppressing his anger in a neurotic way to curry favor with her?