The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 1135 It's Late
Li Jianhao opened his eyes, and kissed Han Xiaoru's cheek with thin lips, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I shouldn't lose my temper with you, I shouldn't explain something to you, I'm sorry..."

"It's late." Han Xiaoru didn't avoid, didn't resist, and the two words without warmth announced that the relationship between the two had come to an end.

"No, Xiaoru, it's not too late. We are still young, and we will have children. As long as we work hard, we will have children..."

In Li Jianhao's life, he had never been so panicked as he is now. His handsome face was buried in Han Xiaoru's neck, and he kept talking.

Han Xiaoru finally had a little reaction, raised his hand and pulled the fabric on Li Jianhao's arm, and said without emotion, "Can you let go first, I'm in a hurry to pee."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was careless." Li Jianhao hurriedly let go of Han Xiaoru, and then took a step back to let the door out. Han Xiaoru had already turned around to sit on the toilet and he was still standing inside.

Han Xiaoru's hand was stuck on the elastic band of the hospital gown, she looked at him and said expressionlessly, "I can't urinate when you look at me."

"Oh," Li Jianhao said, walked out of the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

Han Xiaoru turned her face away, licked her lips and let out a long sigh.

Maybe people in the world will make a common mistake, always thinking of apologizing after hurting.

Although my heart hurts, it's a pity that she, Han Xiaoru, doesn't have the word "backtracking" in her dictionary.

After coming out of the bathroom after convenience, Li Jianhao was still standing at the door with his hands in the pockets of his slacks. When he heard the sound of the gatekeeper, he turned his head and took a look, and his body followed suit.

Seeing that Han Xiaoru's face was still very pale, she hastily pulled out her hands and stretched them out, and was pushed away before touching Han Xiaoru's body.

"No, I can walk by myself."

Watching Han Xiaoru walk slowly towards the hospital bed, Li Jianhao put his hands back into the pockets of his slacks, curled up tightly, facing Han Xiaoru's back, and asked, "Does it have to be like this?"

Han Xiaoru lifted the quilt and climbed onto the hospital bed, covered the quilt and leaned against the bed and said to Li Jianhao, "You said it yourself, you don't want to see me appear in front of you in your lifetime."

Li Jianhao...

He pursed his thin lips.

It turned out that his little pepper held a grudge so much, and she actually took it seriously as an angry remark in a quarrel between lovers.

After some hesitation, he came to the hospital bed and sat down on the nursing chair. He wanted to hold Han Xiaoru's hand, but met her cold eyes, and put his half-drawn hand back into his pocket.

"Xiao Ru, I know that my words hurt you, but you should know that in that case, I didn't mean it,"

"But after all, it hurts," Han Xiaoru said lightly, and Li Jianhao felt that if she was willing to quarrel with him like before, then they were really just quarreling, and they would reconcile after the quarreling.

But now, she didn't, facing herself like a puddle of stagnant water, without emotion or temperature.

The flustered feeling, the feeling that he was about to lose something, made Li Jianhao inexplicably irritable.

The phoenix eyes tightened and said coldly, "I won't let go!"

Han Xiaoru sighed obviously, and said wearily, "It's up to you, I'm tired and want to rest, remember to lock the door for me when I leave."

After finishing speaking, he lay down, pulled the quilt to wrap himself tightly, and left a back for Li Jianhao.

(End of this chapter)