The Silly Ex-Wife of the Infernal Chief

"Qing, I don't need to bring back those materials in the future. After writing here, she felt Qing's hand move slightly. She squeezed her fingers and continued writing. Because it's been busy there recently, so I'm going there. Go to work, but don't worry, I won't make you hungry, I just go in the morning and come back at noon, so there is nothing for Qing to do."

After she finished writing, she looked up, with a faint smile in her eyes, and an almost invisible apology.

She didn't mean to lie to him, but she didn't want him to think too much.She can bear those hardships alone, as long as she can see him when she is tired.

Everything else is not important to her.

"Oh, so that's the case, then I really don't have anything to do," Qing put down her hand, really feeling that her future life would be much more ordinary, and of course there would be a lot less fun.Then he would be bored to death.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the two of them looked outside at the same time. The raindrops were like broken beads, hitting the ground continuously. After a while, the rain fell all over the place again, with ripples, and the glass was covered with water. Already drenched by rain.

The outside world seemed to be covered in a thick fog, and it was impossible to see anything clearly in the haze.

And the rain has not stopped for a whole day, and it seems that there is a tendency to get bigger and bigger. Xiang Qinglan woke up early in the morning, her shoulder hurts, every time she moves, it seems to be twitching the muscles on her shoulder, She could only bear it, Qing was still asleep, stretched out her hand, and she gently stroked his face

"Lan, don't go, sleep for a while," Qing half-opened his eyes at this moment, and took her hand. The quilt in Zaochen was very warm, and the rain outside was so heavy, he didn't want her to go out , because he would get wet, but Xiang Qinglan just pulled his hand away, murmured sorry, and then struggled to put on her own clothes.

It's not that she doesn't want to stay, she really wants to be with him, it's just that she can't lose the job she found so hard.

"Lan," Qing followed suit and put on her own clothes, standing in front of Xiang Qinglan, "I'll go with you," he said with a very serious and persistent expression.Since she is going to go out, then he will go with her, rain, the two of them will get wet together.

Xiang Qinglan shook her head at him, and wrote in the palm of his hand, "I'm fine, I just need to go out for a while, I won't get wet, you wait at home for me to come back, and it's not far there, I'm fine." She comforted him with a smile, but Qing's brows were still tightly wrinkled and unwilling to relax.

His hand was still holding Xiang Qinglan's tightly, not letting go.

Xiang Qinglan sighed, looked into his extremely persistent eyes, he is going, is he really going?

"Qing, let go," I'll be angry, I'll be really angry, she didn't write this time, but said it with her lips, although there was no sound, but for such a long time with him Qing said that he understood every word, sentence, and meaning she expressed, clearly and clearly.

And her face was sterner than he had ever seen before.

Slowly, he let go of her hand, but Xiang Qinglan saw his injury from his eyes and turned around.She didn't stop for half a step, opened the door, and shut everything out.

Looking at the huge rain curtain outside, she closed her eyes, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, her lips trembled slightly, she walked into the rain, it was really cold outside, it was cold, her lips had already begun to turn pale Cyan, she turned her head and saw a figure standing on the small window, staring at her firmly.Her body trembled a bit, but she still forced herself not to take a second look, her eyelashes gradually became wet, she didn't know if it was rain or tears.

She walked quickly, as if she was deliberately closing her body,

It wasn't until the thin body could no longer be seen in the heavy rain that the window was slowly closed, and the dark face leaning against the window was always a void with no end in sight.

Did she hate him? Did he really piss her off? For the first time, he felt his heart hurt like it was being torn apart. He only had her, only her.

Don't hate him, okay, he will be obedient in the future, really obedient.She said she would not go, she told him to stay at home and stay at home.Everything depends on her.As long as she doesn't get angry with him again.

One person's self-blame, one person's apology, two people's hearts are actually suffering from unspeakable torment, it's not that they don't want to say it, it's just that they really can't say it.

When Xiang Qinglan walked to the magazine office, it was full of undelivered newspapers. Because of the rain, many people didn't come today.

The man looking at the warehouse was stunned for a few seconds after seeing her, "Are you here to deliver the newspaper?" He stared at her incredulously, as if he was looking at a monster, then he looked outside again, it was still the same With the heavy rain, she is crazy, isn't she.

And Xiang Qinglan just nodded her head lightly, she looked at the newspapers on the ground, her heart felt a little heavy, there were so many, how would she give them away.

The man shook his head, "You are really unexpected," then he pointed to another pile of newspapers and said, "This is not delivered, if you really want to give it, then these will be double for you , You think about it yourself." Such a heavy rain is indeed difficult for her, and such a thin woman is really much more stubborn than a man.

Xiang Qinglan turned her head, thought for a long time, and finally nodded her head, double, it was just a little rain, so it was equivalent to her two days of work.In this way, in fact, she still made money.

She bent down to the man and never said a word, but the man looked at her movements and suddenly seemed to understand something?

"You can't talk?" He had a tentative tone, but it was really not surprising.It was only then that he remembered that from the first time he saw her, she hadn't said a word, only nodded or shook her head in answer.

Xiang Qinglan hugged half of the newspaper in her arms just now, and when she heard the voice, she just nodded stiffly. She really couldn't speak.

And she only hugged the pile of newspapers in her arms that was so heavy that it could even overwhelm her, and walked out of the warehouse with great effort. In the rain, that thin figure looked even weaker, but even though her body was exhausted to the extreme, she still couldn't bear it. You can see the persistence in her eyes, which has never disappeared.

The man stared blankly at her thin figure standing in the rain. Suddenly, feeling something slipped from his face, he stretched out his hand to wipe it away.

When did he actually cry?

For this poor woman.