The man around her is her only man, beloved man.

Yuan Yehua was stunned. The little secretary was more and more bold, enthusiastic and active. Is this the progress of learning?

Or has she been trained by anyone?

This idea made yuan Yehua jealous, sour and angry. He hugged clove's waist and stared at clove: "I haven't left for a few days and learned a lot of tricks. Who taught you?"

Clove was stunned and looked at Yuan Yehua's tight lips. How could he say that about her?

Looking at her injured and humiliated eyes, Yuan Yehua suddenly realized that he had lost his attitude. How could he ask such a question?

When did he get jealous because of a woman?

"Yuan, you..."

Clove suddenly fell on the bed, buried her face in the pillow and began to cry. Yuan Yehua's words and expression deeply hurt her heart and made her want to cry.

Thinking like this and worrying about the fetus in the abdomen, I couldn't help crying and my shoulders kept shaking.

Yuan Yehua reluctantly put his hand around clove: "well, don't cry. I'm just kidding you. As for you?"

Clove turned her head, avoided yuan Yehua's arm, jumped out of bed, ran into the bathroom, turned back and locked the bathroom door tightly. The sound of crying came from the bathroom.

Listening to the cry from the bathroom, Yuan Yehua irritably lit a cigarette and looked at the bathroom door. Should he go and persuade her to come out or ignore her?

She smoked bitterly and depressed. It was indeed a slip of the tongue just now. Her first time was to give it to him. In that case, the half dead tortured by lingering didn't give in to Ren Zixuan. She didn't give it to him until he passed.

He should not doubt that she has other men. She will never have anything to do with Ren Zixuan.

Just now, how could he say that? It's rare that she was so careful to please him tonight, tried to satisfy him, and said she always missed him.

He broke her heart.

However, he never knew how to persuade women, especially hated women's tears and crying. Women's tears and weeping can never move his heart and soften his heart.

At this moment, his heart softened when he heard her cry and depressed low cry, but he didn't know why.

After smoking a cigarette, he got up and went to the bathroom door. He thought for a moment and knocked on the door: "open the door, I want to let go."

Clove angrily turns her head and stares at the door. What bad excuse is this?

Let go?

She turned her head and continued to cry, ignoring yuan Yehua.

"I asked you to open the door, did you hear me?"

"Bang..."

Yuan Yehua hit her hard on the door of the bathroom. He came to persuade her. What else do you want?

He was the first woman to persuade to cry, which gave her a lot of face. This woman really gave him a headache.

Clove clenched her teeth, opened the door, buried her face beside the pool, lifted her face desperately with cold water, and then covered her face with a towel. She didn't want yuan Yehua to see her eyes red and swollen, and her face was full of tears.

Looking at the shape of lilac, Yuan Yehua's heart is rare and soft. He reaches out to pull lilac into his arms and holds down the towel to wipe the tears on lilac's face.

He didn't say anything, but gently held the clove in his arms and wiped the tears on the clove's face with a towel.

Red and swollen peach eyes, tightly closed eyes, and crystal pearls slipped from her eyes. At this moment, she was so weak that he felt pity and moved.

Qingli's face was full of tears, wrinkled and swollen.

"Look what you look like. It's so ugly. Don't cry."

Reluctantly changed a clean towel and continued to wipe clove's tears: "if you cry again, you'll be ugly. Don't cry!"

Clove beat yuan Yehua's chest with her fist. Why should he restrict her from crying?

"Cry again, so that you can't get up tomorrow morning!"