President uncle, don't come close

"I'm fine."

In fact, the whole body hurts! But she just didn't want to show her vulnerability in front of him.

"His face is blue and he says it's okay!"

Sheng Huaizhe was distressed but angry when he saw her biting her teeth. She refused to tell him that he didn't know what had happened on that day, but he was sure that she was resisting him now and risked everything to keep him out of his heart.

Gently picked up Ling Moqin, Sheng Huaizhe walked up the stairs step by step with a cold face, and finally took Ling Moqin back to his room. He shouldn't let her sleep alone tonight. He should be firm when she puts it forward!

"I'm going back to my room."

Ling Moqin found that she came to his room, where there were their sweet memories... But at this time, she only felt ironic and didn't want to, so she refused to come into his master bedroom.

"The protest is invalid."

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Sheng Huaizhe's sudden strength made her a little at a loss. She could only continue to bite her teeth and let him place her on his bed, gently cover her with a quilt, and adjust the indoor temperature to one degree for fear that she might catch a cold.

"You don't have to look like this in front of me. In front of me, you just have to be the most real you."

Sheng Huaizhe sighed. He sat by her bed and quietly looked at her stubborn face. There was a little frustration in his heart. Although I don't know what's wrong with her, he who has just known each other's intentions can't shrink back so easily

As for her current attitude, if she doesn't want to say, he will check it himself. One day, he will find out. He is patient with her.

Ling Moqin felt a slight shock in his heart. He didn't expect him to say this. He must feel that she is deliberately distancing herself from him now?! I don't know how he feels inside

Close your eyes, Ling Moqin knows that Sheng Huaizhe is sitting next to her. He won't leave or sleep in. I don't know why, she's just sure.

There were thunderstorms outside, but she suddenly felt that she was not afraid at all, perhaps because he was there. Smelling his breath in the bedroom, she felt relieved inexplicably, and her eyelids slowly became heavy

Sheng Huaizhe watched Ling Moqin fall asleep slowly in front of him. Instead of leaving, he chose to sit next to her and watch her sleep. Maybe she had some nightmare. She didn't always wrinkle tightly

He couldn't help bending down. Sheng Huaizhe kissed Ling Moqin's eyebrow, very gently. Then reach out and gently smooth her knotted eyebrows

What is it that bothers her so much? What can't let him share and keep a distance from him like this?? Sheng Huaizhe frowned, but he couldn't think of a reason.

He helped her move the quilt again and looked at her deeply for a while. Then he lay down on the lazy sofa next to him... The hangover last night seemed to have a little impact on him, which is why he broke his promise and didn't go home. Is she angry that he didn't come home last night?!

Thinking with a headache, Sheng Huaizhe also slowly fell into sleep

Ling Moqin doesn't understand why she wakes up first when she is in the same room with Sheng Huaizhe?? Looking at Sheng Huaizhe who is not far away on the sofa, she has a strange feeling in her heart, a little sour, a little sad and a little sweet.

Last night, listening to his voice and smelling his breath, she could sleep so well. It turned out that the dependence on him in his heart had reached this level, and Ling Moqin's mood couldn't help being a little complicated.

If he didn't get drunk and sent her such a picture, would they be together happily all the time?? Without these sad and annoying things, she simply returns to life. No matter what changes happen in the outside world, she just enjoys living in this villa with him.

Unfortunately, if not, what shouldn't have happened... She can only force herself to accept this fact. Fortunately, her tolerance is better than she imagined.

He slowly got out of bed. The place where he fell yesterday is still in pain, but Ling Moqin doesn't care at all. Because compared with physical pain, inner pain is actually more difficult to cure.

Sheng Huaizhe was probably tired from tossing and turning last night. He was restless when he fell asleep. The blanket was kicked aside. His hands were around his chest and his eyebrows were tangled.

Did he have trouble, too?

Ling Moqin silently picked up the blanket on the ground and gently covered him. When she was about to straighten up, her hand was suddenly caught by someone still sleeping.

"You still care about me. Why do you pretend to refuse me outside the door?"

Four eyes were opposite. Sheng Huaizhe's eyes didn't look like he had just woke up. He looked at Ling Moqin and couldn't understand her inner entanglement, but he could directly feel that she still cared and cared about herself.

"It's just a quilt. Don't think too much."

Ling Moqin frowned slightly. She wanted to take away her hand, but she was still held by him.

"What about before?"

Before the lingering, before the love, before the Frank heart to express?? Doesn't it count??

There was a trace of expectation that Ling Moqin didn't dare face in Sheng Huaizhe's eyes. She was very angry. It was clearly that he was playing with her. Why did he act as if she was doing something to hurt him?! Is there any mistake

"Sheng Huaizhe, thank you for taking me in these days and saving me from the engagement banquet."

Ling Moqin once again tried his best to get rid of his hand, then silently stepped back and stood at a certain distance from him. This is clearly to keep a distance. Why does her heart have pain like tear??

"And then?"

Sheng Huaizhe looked at her slowly away from himself, and his eyes began to slowly become cold. The air in the room suddenly became thin, as if it was a little difficult to breathe.

Then? Ling Moqin looked at the floor, looked at her restless feet and drew circles one by one... Then it has nothing to do with him. She has her own way to go

"Then I'm ready to leave."

Ling Moqin kept her head down. She didn't want to see Sheng Huaizhe's face. She was afraid that when she said this, his face was still indifferent. There was no trace of nostalgia and reluctance, nor the concern she expected in her heart.

"Where are you going?"

Sheng Huaizhe's voice became colder and colder, and the tone in the air became more and more alienated. He didn't know how things came to be like this, without warning.

"This has nothing to do with you. I will handle my own affairs by myself."

Ling Moqin turns around and wants to leave the room. She doesn't want to continue this topic because she's afraid she can't help crying in front of him