The Silly Ex-Wife of the Infernal Chief

However, her hand suddenly stopped in the air, and her fingers were clenched tightly. In the dark corner that Qing didn't see, there was a trace of bitterness in her eyes.

At night, after they finished their dinner, Xiang Qinglan was washing the dishes in the kitchen, while Qing was sitting in front of the computer, and started to help Xiang Qinglan translate the materials. When she came out, it would be her job.

Xiang Qinglan washed her hands well and wanted to go out, but at this moment, she took back her steps. She leaned against the somewhat cold wall and put her head against the somewhat cold wall. Suddenly, her body A tear slipped silently from her eyes, and fell down her pale face.

She didn't dare to cry, but she was suppressing all her emotions like this, and she didn't dare to cry too loudly, and she didn't dare to cry too hard. If she wanted to suppress her tears, then what else could she not suppress.

It's not that it doesn't hurt, it's just that it hurts too much.The pain is really unbearable.

Su Zhetuo, after today, she will no longer miss him, nor will she love him anymore. Her love has disappeared with that baby, and she is dead.

It's just why it is such a pain to forget someone.

Because I love it too much, or because I can't let go.

She put the back of her hand under her nose, and she hadn't cried silently like this for a long time. In fact, she couldn't cry out loud, because she couldn't cry out loud.Without her voice, she no longer has that instinct.

"Lan, what are you doing here, it's been a long time," Qing suddenly strode into the kitchen, but when he saw Xiang Qinglan's strange movements, his body trembled suddenly.

"Lan..." His lips moved, and Xiang Qinglan was still crying in a suppressed manner, with tears streaming down her face from time to time, such cold tears seemed to completely vent all the wounds on her heart, Lan, Qing Qing read Xiang Qinglan's name, this was the first time he saw her cry, even crying in such a heartbroken way, and he had never seen her cry, Xiang Qinglan was in his She always smiles in front of her, perhaps because she is afraid of hurting him who doesn't understand anything. For him, she always has too much patience, teaches him too many things, and never gives him warmth.

It turned out that she also had such a side, when Qing stretched out her hand, she felt her eye sockets began to sore, he was not the one who loved to cry, so he blinked his eyes a few times to force back the tears in his eyes , In his consciousness, he knew that he couldn't cry, he said that he should protect Lan well.

"Lan, don't cry, don't cry...: Qing stepped forward and tightly embraced Xiang Qinglan's trembling body in his arms. With his fingers, he tightly hugged the crying girl in his arms." out of breath woman.

This kind of Lan made his heart feel very uncomfortable, as if being torn apart by someone's fingers. They are two people who depend on each other for life. They are each other's only relatives. Apart from them, no one in this world cares about them.She is, and so is he. ,

"Lan, whoever bullied you, I'll beat him," is still a simple childish speech, but inside it is a kind of persistence, no one will doubt his determination, if he meets the person who made Lan cry , he will definitely beat him, moreover, he will definitely kill him.His face was stained with his rare coldness, and his green eyes were also deeper than usual. At this time, it was not like a quiet lake, but like a sea in the wind and rain. The coldness came from the soul, completely Tian Cheng's coldness, this is not an emotion that should appear in his eyes, but it seems that this belongs to him.

But Xiang Qinglan didn't see Qing's change, she just kept pulling his clothes in her own thoughts, and her fingertips felt an unknown coldness.

"Lan, did the good girl cry? Qing patted her on the back clumsily, Xiang Qinglan who was crying in her arms like a baby than him really made him feel at a loss.

After such a long time, the two of them no longer know who needs more of whom.