Drifting Towards You

He didn't urge her, he kept waiting.

After a long while, Li Xiaoxiao finally spoke slowly: "Long... I lost it."

Si Mocheng's eyes darkened a bit, and he said nothing.

But Li Xiaoxiao could feel that the temperature in the room was getting lower and lower, a bit gloomy and depressing.

Li Xiaoxiao's guilty conscience was so severe, and his breathing was a bit heavy, she didn't dare to look into his eyes at all.

It's wrong to lie.

But if you let him know that he was thrown away by himself, would the consequences be more serious.

Li Xiaoxiao had been entangled in her heart as to which consequence was more serious.

For a few minutes, Li Xiaoxiao didn't struggle with a result.

At this moment, Simocheng spoke again: "Go out."

Li Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, then glanced at him subconsciously, but the man had already retracted his gaze and looked through the documents again.

Li Xiaoxiao turned around slowly, and then looked at him uneasy, and saw that he really didn't intend to pursue it anymore, and then slowly left the bedroom.

As soon as she left, Si Mocheng slowly put down the documents in his hand.

Pulling open the drawer, he took out a tank model made of bullet casings and was silent.

After Li Xiaoxiao returned to the room, he thought that he had escaped by a fluke and secretly rejoiced.

But it wasn't until the evening of the next day that she noticed something was wrong.

Why is it wrong?

Because my uncle ignored her.

It is rare for my uncle to rest at home for a day, but he didn't say a word to her.

Most of the time, he worked in the study, but even so, there was no communication during the meal.

Classmate Li Xiaoxiao, who had a long reflex arc, finally realized that he was angry.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Li Xiaoxiao brought some fruit and knocked on the door of the study: "Am I here?"

There was no sound inside, but she knew he was there.

Li Xiaoxiao opened the door softly and walked in. He lowered his head to review something. He was wearing a white shirt, but he couldn't tell how good it looked.

"Are you tired?" Li Xiaoxiao walked to him secretly, putting the fruit beside him.

Si Mocheng said nothing.

Li Xiaoxiao pursed her mouth in dissatisfaction, and looked at him. Xu knew that she was wrong, and she endured it and said, "Would you like to eat some fruit? I cut it into very small pieces. It's very convenient to eat."

Si Mocheng remained silent, completely treating her as air.

Seeing this, Li Xiaoxiao was silent for a while, and whispered softly: "I know I was wrong, don't be angry with me, I left it at the airport, and the security check said that it would not be allowed on the plane."

Li Xiaoxiao's little hand gently grabbed his arm: "Uncle..."

This time, Simo City finally had a reaction.

Removed her little hand that fell on her arm, she said in a light voice, "Get out when you are all right."

He didn't say too many words, and his tone was the same as before.

But at this time, Li Xiaoxiao's temper also came up, his eye circles were a little red, and he whispered softly, "Go out!"

When the words fell, he ran out of the study without looking back.

After Li Xiaoxiao returned to the bedroom, he climbed directly onto the bed.

He was angry and she was angry too.

Why did she come back so that her eyes are not eyes and her nose is not her nose.

When she was abroad, she was so affectionate that she turned her back and turned her back on her face.

Li Xiaoxiao lay on the bed, holding the doll, eyes always red, like a poor little rabbit.

She decided she would ignore him either.

When she left, Si Mocheng was a little absent-minded.

Until half past eight, finally put down the documents in his hand and got up and walked to her bedroom.

He stopped in front of the door, but didn't hear anything inside.