Forcibly kissing ex-wife: Divorce bothers me, and the consequences are at your own risk

Chapter 189 Love Again 8
After making a phone call to explain the whole story, Han Cheng's attitude turned from a playful one to a serious one. Although the phone could not convey his expression, Ruoxi could feel the ups and downs of his emotions.

"Okay, I'll call you in 10 minutes."

After hanging up the phone, Ruoxi let out a long breath of relief.

After hanging up the phone, Han Cheng smiled meaningfully, but there was deep helplessness in his eyes, can this man really let go?Or is love a letting go for him?
"What's the matter, speak slowly."

Picking up Han Cheng's phone call, Ruoxi deliberately amplified her voice to make herself look hurried and hasty. Liu Yixiao didn't know who was calling, but he heard from Ruoxi's anxiety that something serious must have happened.A man's responsibility made his look serious.

"Zoya is sick, where is she? I'll go there right away."

"Who's calling?"

"Han Cheng, brother, get yourself something to eat, I have to go."

Ruoxi hastily picked up the handbag, rushed out of the door.

Liu Yixiao who heard that Zhuo Ya was ill followed closely behind.Zhuo Ya, who was full of thoughts, was ill, and had no room to think about problems at all.

Liu Yixiao wanted to drive to Han Cheng's house, but was stopped by Ruoxi, she didn't want to lie in the hospital in the next second, seeing her brother with stubble and anxious eyes beside him, he definitely had reason to think so, so the two of them took a taxi and ran go.

Here Zhuo Ya came to Liu Yixiao's house, she has the key.Seeing the messy room, she was as shocked as Ruoxi, who made Liu Yixiao usually a man with a slight obsession with cleanliness, and would not mess things up there.

Intuition, definitely intuition, Ruoxi must have intentions for letting herself come, a kind of intuition led her to the studio door.Pushing open the closed door, Zhuo Ya stood there steadfastly for 10 minutes.The studio is full of his own portraits.She never knew that her face was so deeply imprinted in Liu Yixiao's mind, more precisely, in his heart.The self in the portrait is lifelike, especially the eyes, which are very lifelike. Although Zhuo Ya doesn't know how to paint, she can feel the heart.

The rims of her eyes were wet, and she looked up trying to let the tears go back.At this time, she should laugh, not cry.

Looking at herself with different expressions, she smiled through tears, and after walking out of the studio, she began to tidy up the room for him.

(End of this chapter)