sir, we don't know each other well

Chapter 117

One sentence is enough to move her, and later every time he works overtime at home, she is here to accompany him quietly, with a book or watching her favorite TV series with a PAD, every time she accidentally laughs out loud , can always receive his helpless and doting eyes.

She always thought that man had woven a big net with his love and tenderness, leaving her nowhere to escape.But now she understands that that kind of love and pampering is just because she looks like another woman, that happiness is not her own at all, but her present self, how can she not escape.

How can a "stand-in" who can't have children give him complete happiness? For such an excellent man, he should have a more perfect woman by his side.

But why is it so difficult to let go, even if he knows that he is just a substitute, even if he knows that what he really loves in his heart is just another woman.It hurts more now than when Lu Haipeng left him, and it is even more difficult to let go.

Thinking of leaving and parting, it seemed as if countless knives were stuck in her heart. The excruciating pain made her unable to support her body anymore. She lay down, curled up her body, hugged herself tightly with her arms, and let her tears flow.

Lu Zhuoer dragged his tired body back home at midnight, opened the door, and there was still a warm lamp in the house.He bent his lips and smiled. Since he got married, no matter how late he worked overtime, he could always see a lamp lit for himself when he came home. This feeling was very warm and happy.

After taking a shower and changing clothes in the bathroom of the guest room downstairs, he went upstairs quietly, but when he opened the door of the bedroom, he found that the curtains were not drawn, and by the light of the corridor, he did not find the bed that he could see normally. A raised shadow—the bed was clean and untouched.

Lu Zhuoer was taken aback, it was so late, where did he go?After thinking about it, he started to go to the study, and it's not like Li Xiaomo didn't do something about falling asleep while reading a book.

Opening the door of the study room, there was no expected light, the eyes were still dark, and there was a faint smell of smoke in his nose, Lu Zhuoer frowned, but soon he found a figure curled up on the window sill.

He stepped forward quickly, his tentacles were cold, restraining the anger in his heart, he gently picked up the sleeping Li Xiaomo, carried her to the bed, covered her with the quilt, and during this time, Li Xiaomo only hugged her in his arms. The moment she snuggled up to him, she fell into a deep sleep again with her head stuck to the pillow.

But Lu Zhuoer got out of bed and went to get a hot water bottle. Although it was early spring, Lu Zhuoer was very worried at night, near the window, and her body that was afraid of the cold. Every month, her stomach ached for a few days and her face turned pale. It looks like I have lingering fears now.

After finishing the hot water bottle, he first warmed his hands, and then stretched them under the quilt, ready to warm Li Xiaomo's cold feet first, but when his hands held her feet, he felt her shiver slightly , and his own hands also noticed that the skin on her feet was different.

Brought the phone, he lifted the quilt, looked at Li Xiaomo's feet with the light of the phone's flashlight, and saw a striking wound, which made him tense the corners of his mouth instantly, the wound had obviously been soaked in water, and the area around the wound had already turned white , but the round wound was bloody.

Glancing at Li Xiaomo who was sleeping unconscious, Lu Zhuoer turned around and went out. When he came back, he had an extra bandage on his hand. In this situation, give her the medicine. The pain will probably wake her up. I can only put a bandage on it first to prevent the wound from touching the quilt at night, and then give her the medicine tomorrow morning.

During the whole process, Li Xiaomo didn't move, and when it was done, Lu Zhuoer lay down next to her, and Li Xiaomo leaned back into his arms as if consciously.

The next day when Li Xiaomo woke up, her eyes were sore and swollen. In the bathroom, she saw her swollen eyes, but her heart still ached.

When they went downstairs, Lu Zhuoer had already prepared breakfast, and when he saw her coming downstairs, he called her over for breakfast.

The dinner table was a bit quiet, Lu Zhuoer looked at Li Xiaomo who was drinking soy milk with his head down, and crossed his arms: "What are you hiding from me?"

Li Xiaomo paused the hand holding the spoon, raised her head and smiled: "What can I do."

Seeing her reaction in his eyes, Lu Zhuoer pursed his lips into a line: "Li Xiaomo, do you really have nothing to tell me?" She had obviously smoked last night, and she had a foot injury. Woke up with swollen eyes visibly from crying.

Generally, if Lu Zhuoer called her by first name and surname, it proved that Lu Zhuoer was very serious at this time.

"Zoer..." Li Xiaomo opened her mouth, but seeing Lu Zhuoer's expression, she lowered her head again, "It's nothing."

Lu Zhuoer couldn't help but feel a little angry when he saw her hesitant to speak, but since she hadn't figured out how to tell him about something, he didn't force her. He pushed away the bowls and chopsticks in front of him: "I'll eat Okay, eat slowly. I'll go first."

Li Xiaomo watched his handsome figure disappear into the hallway, and the tears she held back for a long time finally fell into the bowl.

Lu Zhuoer rarely forced people to do anything in his life, but what happened later made Lu Zhuoer regret why he didn't make up his mind to force her to tell what happened that morning.

(End of this chapter)