Chapter 34

The people inside didn't respond, and changed the words: "Earthquake --"

still shouldn't, and then changed the words: "there's a thief, catch the thief!"

An hour later, she was poor in words and completely hoarse!

Fortunately, the door finally opened.

Minmin stood at the door, stroking her hair, pulling her skirt, smiling at Yi Youxia: "beauty, thank you for your accompaniment." At the end of the speech, he turned his head and blew a kiss to the handsome man inside. "Honey, you are wonderful just now. I'll go first. See you tomorrow night!"

See the door closed, Yi again summer rushed into the room.

Rong Zhenye leans on the head of the bed, his pajamas are wide open, and his mouth is filled with a lazy smile after the fierce battle. "What were you playing just now, disaster training?"

Teach you a lesson!

Yi Xia wants to scold again, but her voice is hoarse and she can't speak. She can only stare at him fiercely. Then a stream of inexplicable resentment rushes to her head. She bites her lip and throws her fist at the wall.

A big hand quickly reached over, wrapped her hand, "don't hurt." He looked at her, a little pity clearly written on her face, but she couldn't see it. Her mind was full of the scene of him and the money worshiper. She was manic and depressed, pushed him hard with a brute force, turned and ran out.

Looking at the direction of her disappearance, Rong Zhenye has a faint smile on his face.

So excited, confused, stupid, jealous?

Night, it's very deep.

Yi Youxia hasn't gone to sleep, not only because Lu Xiaoman has been crying, but also because she feels very sad.

Maybe it's empathy. She knows too much about the feeling of being lovelorn before she's in love. It's all caused by the male god!

After handing the last tissue to her best friend, she picked up the pillow and lay down on the bed. "Xiaoman, don't be sad. There are many good men in the world. Let's find another one, and we will find one better than him."

Lu Xiaoman shook his head: "I don't know. I'll recognize him in my life. I won't give up. I'll get him back."

That's it. Paranoid again.

and Hal, the battle of love is a protracted war. This week, the ice gourd blackmailed her, but spare no effort. The last month's money in Alipay was bottomed out. She would continue to live, and her hard-earned money would be dried by ice gourd.

Her big black eyes turned, quick witted.

"Xiaoman, have you ever heard a saying that distance produces beauty?"

"Yes, of course. What's the matter?" Lu Xiaoman looked at her in bewilderment.

"You're so beautiful, and you're a satellite TV anchorman. There's no reason why he shouldn't be moved? Can't it be that one day you are not careful and let him see the bad side and be reduced Before Lu Xiaoman opened his mouth, Yi said, "look at him. He has never looked at me as a woman, because we live in the same house. Every day we can't see each other. He can see all the bad things in my body. For example, when I get up in the morning, I am dishevelled, I fall asleep watching TV on the sofa, I have a pillow drool, and when I have a cold, I have a runny nose and a tear, I sneeze incessantly, and my nose is red.... " She listed a lot of facts, but in front of Rong Zhenye, she was completely true and did not cover up at all.

Lu Xiaoman's beautiful face turned pale in her words. She remembers that once she ran out of the room to collect the express delivery without making up, and was caught by him. God, doesn't he think she's not beautiful?

Yi Youxia took a panoramic view of her expression, did not move, and then said: "love is like a battlefield, before capturing the male god, you must hide the shortcomings, only let him see your best side, otherwise once you are reduced, you will be taken advantage of by the enemy."

Lu Xiaoman nodded thoughtfully, as if she had been greatly inspired. The next day, she packed up and went back to her apartment.

At last, Xiao Wo is quiet. Rong Zhenye is very happy. He lies on the sofa playing pad, waiting for his wife to make lunch.

Yi again summer is still angry, ferocious stare at him one eye, the three white meal that completes carries on the table.

White tofu, white radish, Chinese cabbage.

Is that punishment?

Rong Zhenye doesn't move his voice. He puts a piece of cabbage in his mouth.

Yi again summer looking at, flashed in the eye a touch of treacherous cold light.

The dish is white, but the mystery is hidden.