Turn the cocoon into a butterfly

Chapter 152
The room became quiet all of a sudden, only Jiang Chunhui and Sang Xiaoyu were left, and now the two of them spend very little time alone together.

Seeing that Sang Xiaoyu was going to clean up the table, Jiang Chunhui said with ulterior motives that we can talk about it tomorrow, and let's have a good talk.

Sang Xiaoyu quit, saying you forgot that I have a cleanliness?It's uncomfortable to be there.

Jiang Chunhui felt that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so he stood up flatteringly and said that he would help her clean up together.

Sang Xiaoyu wanted to wash the dishes, but Jiang Chunhui took care of it and said that he would do it himself.

Sang Xiaoyu moved away from washing the dishes and began to tidy up the kitchen.

She saw Jiang Chunhui turn on the faucet to the maximum, then pass the bowl under the water, and rinse absently.

The rice grains and vegetable leaves in the bowl were washed down, but the oil still remained on it. Sang Xiaoyu said that she should do it by herself. She couldn't stand the faucet flowing away like a small waterfall, and she felt sorry for the water.

She pushed him away and said you should go into the house and rest, I'll get it done in three to two minutes.

It took Sang Xiaoyu more than ten minutes to tidy up. When he entered the room, Jiang Chunhui was lying on the small bed, looking at her with distracted eyes.

Sang Xiaoyu also drank wine, because she was staying at home, she was wearing a cotton printed pajamas, her hair was tied behind her inadvertently, her eyes were a little blurred, there was the confusion of a girl and the charm of a young woman, the two intertwined Together.

Sang Xiaoyu released a lazy state of being at home when she raised her hands and feet. It was this state that made her ignore her own temptation and made the temptation more challenging.

After Jiang Chunhui drank, he was very sober. He used to observe Sang Xiaoyu's every move.

"I'm not leaving tonight." He also patted the bed with his hand to emphasize.

Jiang Chunhui looked at Sang Xiaoyu meaningfully with his eyes.

Sang Xiaoyu's heart skipped a beat. The two of them had such frequent contacts. Such a scene hadn't appeared in her mind once or twice. Jiang Chunhui's purpose was obvious and direct.

Sang Xiaoyu even suspected that her mother did it on purpose by hiding out.

"What if I don't agree?"

When Sang Xiaoyu said this, although her heart felt guilty, her tone seemed calm.

"why?"

"no reason."

Jiang Chunhui said without hesitation, "I won't use force."

Sang Xiaoyu put his mind down for a while, but Jiang Chunhui didn't expect Jiang Chunhui to continue, "I want to know your thoughts."

Sang Xiaoyu decided to make a statement, saying: "I just hope that we can keep dating like this. You are my high school classmate. Our current relationship has more or less crossed the line."

"That's what you think, and you know what I think."

Jiang Chunhui's wishful thinking came to nothing, which made his mood drop from a high altitude to the bottom of the valley. He found that Sang Xiaoyu was particularly annoying when he was serious.

Sang Xiaoyu had no room to say: "My principles will not change, let alone you still have a home."

Jiang Chunhui became upset and said, "This is your best excuse. Even if I lose my wife, can you accept me? If you can, I will leave now."

"Isn't it good for us to do this? If you think it's not good, use a way of getting along that we all feel good about."

Jiang Chunhui sat up straight and said, "I don't feel good.

Sang Xiaoyu, you are human, you are not a perfect machine, I don't understand, you really don't want a man these four years?Is that the kind of thinking that is not mixed with emotion? "

Sang Xiaoyu said: "A woman's body follows her heart. At least for now, I haven't fallen in love with anyone."

Jiang Chunhui's face turned cold, and he asked, "Then what am I?"

"High school classmates."

Seeing that Jiang Chunhui's face was a little gray, he added: "The best high school classmate."

Jiang Chunhui was really not happy, he didn't know what was going on in her heart at all, he did everything he could and couldn't do, and she was not a hard-hearted person.

For unknown reasons, Jiang Chunhui felt a little distressed about himself.

Just now, it seemed like a volcano in my chest had been brewing for a long time, and the magma was about to erupt, but under Sang Xiaoyu's indifference, it seemed that there was a torrential downpour, which wiped him out.

He didn't say anything, decided to show Sang Xiaoyu a little color, picked up the clothes on the chair and left, Sang Xiaoyu had no choice but to follow him out, told him not to drive, and drank.

In Jiang Chunhui's heart, he hoped that she would stay with him, but she didn't, she just warned him not to drive.

Jiang Chunhui unreasonably took the car keys and got into the car, and drove away in a hurry.

Jiang Chunhui felt that he was wronged too much. Didn't he just like someone? Could it be that he committed a serious crime?Especially Sang Xiaoyu in front of her, does she like herself or is she greedy for her power and money?
He knew that if they were really greedy for his money, they would have parted ways long ago.

They had been dating for less than two years, and Sang Xiaoyu didn't ask for a penny, but instead clamored to pay back his money every day.

He paid everything he could. He spent money to hire a doctor when she was sick.

Thinking of how he cared for her meticulously when she was sick...

I paid off all the debts for her, and now she can easily start a business. All of this is created by herself, and she has done everything she can do, and she almost broke her heart.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, he opened the car window, and a gust of cold wind hit his face.

Jiang Chunhui was a little sober. If he really broke up with her, Sang Xiaoyu would never take the initiative to come to him. When he thought of this, all his anger just disappeared.

Because he has nothing to do.

Jiang Chunhui's helplessness is equated with helplessness.

In the car, Jiang Chunhui always felt that there was a resentment that could not be vented, and an atmosphere similar to a fire that could not be vented gathered in the car, implying that this was a somewhat desperate night for him.

Jiang Chunhui decided to find something to take revenge on Sang Xiaoyu.

What would move Sang Xiaoyu the most?He kept thinking about it.

He didn't go home, and he drove the car to a hotel and stopped.

He stayed in the car for a full 5 minutes, which was a watershed for him. During the more than a year of dating Sang Xiaoyu, he has temporarily left his daily life of entertainment and drinking.

It turned out that the friends who were with him often called to laugh at him, saying that it was not so easy for him to wash his hands in the golden basin, and that he would return one day sooner or later.

He didn't believe it at the time, but now he feels that what he did before doesn't seem so great.

At least Sang Xiaoyu didn't appreciate it, in her eyes she was nothing more than mediocre.

Jiang Chunhui got out of the car and stepped back into the familiar life.

He opened a big bed room as if he was familiar with the car, and when he was taking a shower in the bathroom, he kept thinking about who to find, and the flowers and plants in the past came back to his memory.

He definitely doesn't look for people he doesn't know well, for fear of getting sick.

He wiped off all the water droplets on his body, picked up his mobile phone, and started looking for the prey's number.

(End of this chapter)