0°C lingering: Mr. Leng's new wife at midnight

Lan Yanshu gave her a strange look, and walked over to help Lin Liming cover the quilt that had slipped open, "I'm overworked, the doctor said..."

Shen Wenxia scratched the back of her head and laughed dryly, "Ha, haha... I was too worried for a while, and my mind was a little confused." That's why I asked the question again and again.

Ruoyou glanced vaguely at the gift bag placed at the door, the meaning was obvious: if he didn't catch up, he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to find the whereabouts of the sickly handsome boy in the next moment.

Shen Wenxia was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and gave him a slap on the shoulder, "Oh! Why are you putting on such a face of abandoning your husband? It's not me who abandoned you...it's..."

A cold look came over her, and she shut her mouth truthfully... Mr. Lan, it's not me who abandoned you, but the person on the bed who refused to believe that she was tempted. [

These words were fed into the ears of Lin Liming, who was pretending to be asleep, and it was automatically transformed into: You did something wrong first, and you took a fork in the road of falling in love, so you can't blame others for walking away.

This is called speaking without intention, while the listener has intention.

It turned out that it wasn't what he said, that he didn't want to marry Wenxia, ​​but that she, an outsider, suddenly stepped in to beat the mandarin ducks.This marriage is really sinful... She sighed silently in her heart.

She and him have never chatted while arguing with each other like they did.