The Silly Ex-Wife of the Infernal Chief

Lowering her head, a drop of water quickly fell on the back of her hand, Qing, what should we do?

Turning around, she looked at the sky above her head, but her eyes began to dim.

But she didn't know that not far from her, there was a black car parked, and a man was sitting in it, holding a mobile phone in his hand, looking at her coldly standing there like a godless one.

"Well, you did a great job, you're very smart," I don't know if it was a compliment or a sarcasm, the man's sharp eyes never left Xiang Qinglan, until she walked away, he still looked in that direction, his lips There is a touch of temperatureless loneliness on the side.

Xiang Qinglan, I'm waiting for the day when you come to beg me. I don't believe that I, Su Zhetuo, will not be a fool. He put down his phone, leaned his body on the car seat, and wrapped his arms around his body until There was another sound of music coming from the phone. He picked it up and put it directly to his ear.

"What's the matter, baby, didn't you go to try on the dress, didn't it fit?" His voice was very gentle, and even the indifference just now had receded from his face.Facing the woman I love is like a different person, and I can no longer see the fierceness just now.

"Tuo, I've already tried it, and I'm waiting for you to try it," Gong Ruxue's soft voice came from the phone, with an audible coquettishness.

"Hey, I'll be there soon, wait for me," he hung up the phone, looked at the direction where Qinglan was leaving just now, with a cold tickle at the corner of his mouth, drove the car, and quickly drove towards the apartment where he lived .

Xiang Qinglan walked outside for a long time, she looked at her empty hands, pursed her lips slightly, and some worries that could no longer be resolved fell on her lowered eyelashes.

How are they going to live.

Looking at her hands, she suddenly smiled, she just didn't have a voice, but she still has hands, she can't be depressed like this, because she still has a clear heart.

She never felt that Qing would be her burden. On the contrary, Qing was the best person she had ever met in her life, and he brought her too much happiness and joy.

She walked to the place where she lived, that small but very warm home.

Standing at the door, she took out her key from her pocket. Before she opened the door, the door was opened from the inside, and then there was the familiar embrace again, a clean and reassuring embrace.

"Lan, you came back very late today." Qing looked back at the old watch hanging on the wall at home, it was indeed late, an hour later than before.

Xiang Qinglan slightly pushed him away, and she put a bag of things in front of Qing.

"Small steamed buns," Qing's eyes lit up, his favorite food.

"En," Xiang Qinglan nodded, and wrote in the palm of his hand, because I went to buy this, so I took a longer time to leave.While she was telling a lie, she switched her standing feet from time to time, because her feet hurt so much and they had no income, so she didn't even dare to sit in the car anymore, leaning on her own legs forcibly. Legs walked back.

That's why, she bought him a few steamed buns with the saved fare. She didn't feel that it was hard work, as long as she saw his smile, everything was worth it.

It's just that she thought Qing would be happy, and he was indeed happy, but soon his face turned serious, and Xiang Qinglan looked at him puzzled.What's up with him.

"Lan," Qing stretched out his hand to gently stroke her hair, but he felt the sweat on her forehead with his fingers. For some reason, his heart suddenly ached, with an indescribable feeling.The pericardium seemed to be torn apart by a hand.

"Lan, don't buy it in the future, okay, I don't like to eat it." His big support stroked her cheek, but the temperature on the palm warmed her body and mind.

Xiang Qinglan blinked her eyes, but she remembered that he liked to eat.Why didn't I like it all of a sudden.

And Qing didn't say anything, just took her hand and walked into the room.

He turned his head and looked at her empty hands. Today is the day of intercourse. It stands to reason that she should bring back a lot of materials, but now there is none.

And Qing Qing's puzzled eyes finally made Xiang Qinglan think of such a cruel thing, her face turned pale slightly, but she smiled forcefully, and wrote in his palm, today there is a holiday, so there is no information , and, we have earned a lot, we can take a break.

In fact, she didn't know that her smile was very distressing. She obviously didn't want to laugh, but she still tried her best to smile, and Qing, who was too innocent, didn't doubt it, but just nodded her head. , he is still very happy.As long as Xiang Qinglan is by his side.

Qing sat on the sofa, Xiang Qinglan sat in his arms, she closed her eyes tightly, tired, really tired, her feet hurt, let her cling to this warmth for a little longer.And the Xiaolongbao was still on the table.He glanced lightly, but rested his chin on Xiang Qinglan's head.

"If you want a choice, Qing can don't want anything, don't want Xiaolongbao, as long as Lan can come back early, so Qing can change from liking food to not liking food." He murmured in a low voice.But he didn't notice the woman in his arms, but opened his eyes slightly, the tears in his eyes quickly slipped down between her hair, some light appeared.

Their lives are unexpectedly leisurely today, but for Xiang Qinglan, this kind of life has an indescribable pressure. After today, tomorrow, what will they do?

And what about tomorrow's tomorrow?

Waking up in the morning, Qing was still asleep, and Xiang Qinglan, who had hardly slept all night, was already sitting on their only sofa. She picked up the note in her hand and read it for a long time before putting it down.

Standing up, a pair of washed and whitish jeans made her look extraordinarily shabby. She is not a person who cares about food and clothing, but now, they don't even have the most basic living security, so no more It's useless to care about it. They can't be allowed to drink water all day long. Shaking their heads, even water costs money now.

When he walked to the bed, Qing was still asleep, she pulled the quilt for him, and then walked out of the house.

And when he woke up from a deep sleep, it was already an hour later.

He opened his eyes and habitually put his hands aside, wanting to find that warmth, but the touch of his fingers was icy cold, and he sat up suddenly.Looking back, there was only a pillow that had lost its temperature on the other side of the bed, and the person was no longer there.

"Lan," he yelled, but there was nothing in the room but his voice.