Chapter 273 I want to hear your story

This time, she just scolded Tang youyou. Unexpectedly, he simply admitted that he was ill. It seemed that she was bullying a patient. There was a feeling in her heart that could not be said.

"I think you're really drunk!" When Tang youyou got up from the ground, he decided to leave.

"I'm awake now. I hurt you just now. Sorry!" Ji Xiaohan looks at her rubbing her wrist all the time, and he can see how hard she just pinched it.

Her wrists were broken when she pinched them. It's no wonder that she wanted to bite herself in such pain.

When Tang youyou heard that he was apologizing for what he had just done, he didn't know where he got angry.

She suddenly turned around and stared at him with her beautiful eyes and sharp voice: "Ji Xiaohan, there are some women in your heart. You'd better make it clear to me now. Don't forget others while talking to me with deep love and money. Do you really think that I have two children for you, and you are the only one who won't marry? You're wrong. Even if I'm not good enough, I don't care to share the same man with other women. If you don't clean up with other women, don't provoke me later. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude and tearing your hypocrite's mask. "

When Tang youyou was talking, she couldn't help but point her hand to his eyes and say, because she really felt that she had been fooled by him, listening to the words he had just said in her dream, and hearing every sweet words he had said before she felt it, she felt like a knife at the moment, which was firmly stuck in her heart, making her think more and more stuffy. I wish I hadn't met her in this life This man.

Ji Xiaohan had a clear mind. After being scolded by the woman, she woke up completely.

Lifting eyes, dark and obscure eyes, locking the angry little face above the head.

"What are you talking about? Make it clear! What happened to me? " Ji Xiaohan is very confused, because he finds that he doesn't seem to understand her words.

It sounds as if he played with her, but every word of his castle comes from his heart.

Tang youyou saw that he was looking at himself innocently, and he had the face to ask what he was talking about.

She became more angry and sneered: "of course you don't remember what you said, because you are dreaming, you are dreaming, and which woman you can't give up. How can I know? You'd better ask yourself, then you should have kept her at the beginning without her leaving you. Now you dream about her every day, what's the best use? And you don't say that to me later I'm a rookie in love. I really feel good about your words, but now I won't believe you such a double minded bastard any more. Those love words can be said to whoever you like. In short Stop talking to me. "

Ji Xiaohan seems to understand what she's talking about. In the nightmare just now, he dreams about his mother leaving their brother.

Do you really say something you shouldn't say?

"You mean you're moved to me?" The focus of Ji Xiaohan is never on the main topic.

Because, compared with her anger, what he cares more is whether she has feelings for herself.

Don youyou chokes!

Just now, he was still upright, because his words disappeared in an instant.

She bowed her head, straightened her long messy hair, and was silent.

Season owl cold looked at her not to speak, thin lips slightly hooked up, then, voice slightly low dumb mouth said: "the woman in my dream, is my mother!"

Tang youyou lowered his head, raised it fiercely, and looked at Ji Xiaohan unbelievably?

Later, the beautiful eyes are more frightened. They look at the man suspiciously, don't they He still has a Oedipus plot?

Who would keep talking to his mother in his dream, which sounds misleading?

As soon as Ji Xiaohan touched her eyes of contemplation and suspicion, he smiled bitterly: "don't think about it. My mother married after my father died in a car accident. She left my brother and me, regardless of our hardship, and had to leave with that man."

The anger on Tang youyou's face disappeared completely, and she became a little at a loss. If it's like what this man said, then what she scolded him for just now becomes a joke.

It's over. Is this man laughing again?

"That You didn't say earlier Make me misunderstand you. Don't blame me for the terrible scolding just now. It's all because you didn't explain it earlier. " Tang youyou doesn't want to admit that he scolded the wrong person.

Ji Xiaohan laughed in a low voice: "instead, I like to hear you scold me. If you ignore me, it means that I have no place in your heart. If you scold me, I feel happy. At least, you care about me, don't you? You like what I say, don't you? "

Tang youyou's little face suddenly burst into red. Did he accidentally expose the bottom to him?

What to do?

Help!

She didn't want the man to find out about himself, but she was already a little moved by him.

"Long..."

"Er..." Tang youyou immediately instinctively stepped back and leaned against the wall nearby.

"Come here!" The man's voice is low and full of irresistible charm.

"No, I won't go!" Tang youyou only felt the indescribable grip of the atmosphere at this moment. The man sitting on the bed seemed to be a beast lurking in the dark waiting for cannibalism, and she turned into a pathetic prey.

Once again, Ji Xiaohan was amused by her funny answer, so he nodded, "OK, are you going to sleep now?"

"No, I want to hear your sad story!" Tang youyou walked to the sofa against the wall, then sat on the sofa, took the quilt and covered himself: "now you can tell me why your mother left you. Don't get me wrong, I didn't ask you to say anything. After all, it must be your secret and your scar."

Seeing that she didn't leave, Ji Xiaohan sat back on the sofa and wanted to hear his story. His tight face stretched out slightly.

"My mother married my father for the first time. She married money and the second time. She said that she married love, so she left my brother and me to marry her beloved man. More ironically, that man was my father's good friend at the beginning. After my father died, he married my mother home." Season owl cold low head, self ridicule, tone low, full of grief.