Chapter 483

He bowed his head, his black eyelashes trembled slightly. After a while, he said in a low voice, "it's a long story. I'll tell you when I have time."

Kuang Yi's lips are not reconciled.

She really wanted to ask about that woman, and she wanted to know how her brother started with her and what they had experienced together.

Her brother's half year experience is like a mystery to her, which makes her look forward to it very much.

But Xia Rujing didn't want to say more. She begged for a few words, but he still insisted and said in a soft voice: "it's not what you think between me and her. Well, darling, I'll have your dinner, and I'll tell you later."

One night time, Xia Rujing has considered.

If Bai Mohan is willing to let go of Yiyi, he is willing to draw a clear line with Shang yunyun. From then on, he just doesn't know her. He is willing to sacrifice his feelings and just asks Bai Mohan not to entangle Yiyi.

Anyway That woman is not her type.

From the beginning to the end, she took the initiative, she took the initiative to know him, and she took the initiative to stick to him.

Even for his first time, she took the initiative to set up a game to lead and lure.

She spent a whole year at his side to force him to submit, and his attitude has been cold and light.

She kept her fiance secret and pestered him for a whole year before he agreed to associate with her.

It's a pity that it doesn't last long. Within a month, he learned that Shang yunyun was engaged.

At that time, he also made up his mind to leave her.

But the woman was still clinging to him.

I can remember the past

A touch of sadness passed through his eyes.

The little girl did not stop staring at him and asked, "brother, do you love her?"

Does he love her?

Before I thought of this problem, Xia Rujing always firmly denied it in her heart.

He felt that the woman was too enthusiastic, even a little loose and uninhibited in front of him, which was not his type.

However, after all the ups and downs, his heart wall became more and more precarious, and now it has all collapsed.

However, it doesn't matter whether he loves or not. For the sake of intention, he would rather give up this relationship.

Anyway, there is only one sister. He doesn't want to think too much about himself.

So, he shook his head, "well, don't ask, eat your meal, after dinner, we go to the nearby scenic spot to play."

Kuang Yi nodded and wolfed down.

She didn't want to stay in the room. After staying in a place for a long time, she would always think of Bai Mohan unconsciously.

Think of that man, she is sad, willing to fill all the time with other things.

Afternoon.

White House.

White ink cold night hangover, this point, just wake up.

After washing, the first thing is to go back to the bedroom and pick up the mobile phone.

The mobile phone screen is still the same as the day before. When you click on it, it is still the dazzling text message in your eyes.

Even if he saw it for the second time, his heart was still dull.

After half silence, he put away the phone and strode out of the bedroom.

The housekeeper was waiting downstairs early in the morning.

Seeing that Bai Mo Han walked down as usual, he was slightly relieved, "young master, would you like to have something to eat before you leave? I asked the kitchen to make your favorite pastries and vegetables. "

White Mo Han waved, "no, there's something else to do."

Housekeeper helpless, had to watch white ink cold out.

Out of the villa, Bai Mohan went directly to the garage to pick up the car and drove to the city.

Ghosts, he drove the car back to the private high side of the villa in Yangcheng.

When he went downstairs, it was the beginning of the light. Knowing that the woman would not be in the villa, he habitually looked up.

The lamp was dark.

He took a deep breath and strode in.

When he got home, the phone rang as soon as he came and put on his home clothes.

It's aunt Xia.

"Mohan, have you eaten yet?" The voice is as warm as ever.

White ink cold in the heart drips a hot current, "aunt Xia, haven't, how?"

Aunt Xia said with a smile, "come and have something to eat, and then go back to rest after dinner."

She nagged on the phone: "Yiyi went to C city with his brother. If he doesn't come back tonight, it's just me and your uncle Xia. I want to know if Yiyi is not there. You haven't eaten by yourself. I'll call you as soon as possible."

The white ink cold lip Cape blooms to put on a warm smile, "thank aunt Xia, I wait to pass."

……

White ink cold speed is very fast, less than half an hour to the summer home.

Aunt Xia is picking leeks in the kitchen.

Uncle Xia is watching TV in the living room.

The couple didn't know that there was a contradiction between them. When they saw the white ink cold coming, they all looked happy.Bai Mohan sat on the sofa in the living room, chatting with Uncle Xia.

Not a long time later, uncle Xia saw a clue, staring at him and asked: "Mo Han, didn't you sleep well last night?"

The son-in-law had a light blue shadow in his eyes. His eyes were full of red blood. He didn't have a good rest.

Bai Mohan didn't deny it and said ambiguously, "I've been a little busy recently."

"You can't be too busy to ignore your health." Aunt Xia came and looked at him with concern, "well, Mo Han, go to the room where Yi Yi lives and have a sleep. I'll call you when the meal is ready."

Bai Mohan wants to say no, but Uncle Xia has already stood up, holding his arm and pushing people into the bedroom, "go, go, body is the first thing. Only when you have a good rest can you have the spirit to do your work."

White ink cold had to according to two old meaning.

He went into the room and closed the door. He turned on the light in the room.

The whole bedroom was still in the pink style, with dolls everywhere. He went to the bed and sat down. He could not help but recall that when he came to this room last time, he was still talking and laughing with that girl.

But now, he was alone.

It's really hard for him. He's not a tough guy. He's a cold faced and strong president in front of people, and he's also vulnerable in the back.

He took a deep breath and stood up, trying to do something to distract himself.

Walking around the room, standing on the desk of the book, I saw some beautiful notebooks on the desk, colorful.

Picked up a book to see, it was full of memos that Nizi.

Her painting style is very delicate, but the handwriting is difficult to distinguish. Who could have thought that such a beautiful little girl could write in crazy and cursive style.

After looking at it for a while, he found that the latest page of the notebook said: September 30, my husband's birthday.

He was stunned on the spot.

He never mentioned it. He never thought that the woman would remember her birthday.

I can't tell whether he was moved or anything else. In a word, at this moment, his numb heart suddenly trembled, and he suddenly had a light perception.

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