my husband is a killer

Chapter 151 Orphanage 12
After a long silence, he looked up, and there was no expression on his face!

Neither sad nor sympathetic, neither eager nor excited, as if he just heard an extremely bland story without any reaction, he reached out and handed the painting back to the dean, and said calmly:
"Yes, I think so too. She will definitely meet such a person."

The eyes behind the reading glasses suddenly became darker, she took the old painting and smiled lightly:

"You are the only person Xiaojiao is willing to bring back, I thought...you would be that person!"

There was still no change on his face, and he still stated lightly:

"You misunderstood, we are just ordinary friends, it's just a coincidence that we will be with her today."

The old lady looked at him silently, and what Lan Jiao tried to pretend to be indifferent just now was spinning in her mind.
"Dean, it's impossible for me to be with him. His world won't accept me. I've seen it clearly a long time ago, and I don't expect anything. We're just ordinary friends!"

Both of them insisted that they were ordinary friends, but she believed that she could not be wrong with the eyes of countless people. These two young people were clearly attracted to each other, and there was clearly affection in their eyes. What was between them?

She suddenly thought of a reason, rubbed her hands together, and spoke again in a calm voice:
"Mr. Lin, is it because of the rumors outside?"

He raised his eyebrows, not understanding what she said.

"I know that during this period of time, some people outside have said that Xiaojiao is ugly, but I have watched her grow up, and I believe there must be some misunderstanding. Xiaojiao is definitely not the kind of person they said——"

"Of course she isn't, I know it very well! It's not her fault, it's my fault. I'm not the right person for her." He interrupted her, and didn't want to go any further after finishing a few sentences, so he said directly, "The courtyard Long, if there is nothing else, I will go out first."

"Okay, please do what you want!" The old lady also realized that she had said too much, so she forced a smile, looked at the back of the man who pushed the door and walked out, and then looked down at the painting that was returned by him, the helplessness in her eyes gradually faded away. Chung, it took a long time before he let out a heavy sigh!
Walking out of the dean's room, the oppressive feeling in the surrounding air did not dissipate—such a few words actually made him feel oppressed, he smiled wryly, and walked along the old wall full of ivy, unconsciously Jue went to the back kitchen!

(End of this chapter)