Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Even if she's rejected, she doesn't want to make a fool of herself in front of ah Zhe.

With this in mind, mu xiaorou clenched her fist and tried hard to calm herself down, but her heart beat faster and faster, just like a disordered rhythm of the drum. The sour and embarrassed feeling swept up like the tide one after another, beating her heart.

The second tear didn't know when it fell down, and then it was out of control. The big tears were like beads cut off the thread, crackling on the table.

A zhe was stunned for a while. When he looked back, he saw her sitting with a calm look. He felt strange and noticed that her shoulder was shaking slightly with a very small amplitude. There was a very low sob in her ear, which seemed to be deliberately suppressed.

A Zhe's heart suddenly shakes. He can't help walking over and bending down, "Miss, you didn't..."

Just in time to say half a word, he glimpsed the table in front of Mu xiaorou from the corner of his eyes. I don't know when it was wet. Her slender fingers were tightly clenched, and her joints were clearly white.

His heart a tight, the body has instinctively to reach out to caress her scattered hair on the face, want to dry tears for her, but the next second reason after all has the upper hand.

Her fingers stopped when she was close to her hair top. Then he took them back by force and hesitated for a moment. A zhe put his hand into his pocket silently. After a while, mu xiaorou heard a warm voice with apology falling from her head, "Miss, don't cry."

Mu xiaorou sucked her nose hard, opened her hazy eyes and saw the paper towel he handed to her. Her nose was sour again, and her tears were more fierce.

She forced herself to look up, took a deep breath and looked up at him. "I'll give you another chance. You... You really don't like me? "

Her eyes were red with tears, and the fine eyeliner and mascara had already been formed.

But ah zhe looked at her like this, but she couldn't laugh at all. She just felt heartache.

But he struggled again and again, and finally sighed softly, "Miss, I'm just a secretary and bodyguard, so I'm not worthy of you, you..."

At that moment, mu xiaorou seemed to hear a "click" from the inside of her body. It was the sound of some internal organs breaking.

"Stop it." She dropped her head again, and her tears surged into the sea.

"Miss..."

"I told you to stop!"

Mu xiaorou suddenly raised her head and roared so hard that she could see that she was very strong, and the tendons on her slender neck were all springing up.

Ah zhe has never seen mu xiaorou out of control. He was stunned. Before he could react, mu xiaorou had already pushed the door open and ran out.

Boya hospital.

Tang Xiao bought some things before he came here this time. When he went upstairs, there was no accident. It was Wen Xue alone.

The little girl leaned against the wall with a book in her hand. When she heard the sound of the door, she looked up. When she saw Tang Xiao, her pale face suddenly became happy, as if she had a layer of joyful smile, "sister Tang Xiao!"

Tang answered with a smile, sat down beside her, glanced at the book in her hand, "learning."

Hearing this, Wen Xue woke up like a dream. She quickly put the books together and put them on the low cabinet at the head of the bed. She turned her head and laughed a little shyly, "I... I have nothing to do in my spare time, just look at the textbooks."