Hundreds of millions of brides: Husbands of wealthy families will not break up

Chapter 102 Who Sent Her Roses 8
"Don't talk to me, don't say a single word, otherwise..." Xia Yimo snorted coldly.

When she was angry, she always had a kind of spirit. He watched and teased her unconsciously, "What else?"

"Otherwise, I'll... divorce you!" Xia Yimo said bitterly, puffing her cheeks.

If it wasn't for the fact that he never sent her roses, she wouldn't be so excited, excited, and wouldn't be so easily fooled.

Ou Xing pursed his lips deeply, only then realized that Xia Yimo was really angry.

Even the eye sockets are a little red, as if he will sprint desperately in the next second.

He thought of her excitement before, she thought it was the flowers he sent, she was so happy, in order to keep the roses fresh longer, she hurt her fingers.

"I just like roses that much?" Ou Xing frowned deeply, observing Xia Yimo's expression, but she could not see anything except the hair tie on top of her lowered head.

Xia Yimo lay down on the bed, pulled the quilt on her back, and left him behind.

It's not that I really like roses that much, I just think that the person who gave them is him, so I like them so much.

In fact, as long as it is a gift from him, she will like it no matter what.

"Then I'll send you 99 flowers tomorrow, don't be angry, huh?" He sat by the bed, coaxing her softly.

"No need!" Xia Yimo bit her lip, she is not such an unprincipled person, just now she really wanted him to give it, but...he didn't want to give it at all, he forced him to give it, and What does that mean.

"Really don't need it?" She always likes to duplicity.

"If you don't need it, you don't need it. I'm in a bad mood. Don't bother me."

The small face was wrinkled into a ball in boredom. Fortunately, she thought it was from him, so she was smug and told the world the same.
This good news for everyone turned out to be a joy and a dream in the end.

It's not his fault though.

But she just thought he was wrong.

And she felt wronged.

Xia Yimo had the habit of taking a nap, at this moment, feeling sad and hurting her body, she felt sleepy after a while, so she simply hugged the quilt and fell asleep.

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After taking a nap, I feel much better and my energy is much better.

There was coolness on her fingers and on her legs, it must be that she had just applied the ointment, she squinted her eyes and began to look for him in sight.

Soon, he was seen holding a book, sitting on the chaise longue in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, leisurely and lazy, but with a special taste.

If Ou Xingshen was a wolf when he was working, now he was wearing a white shirt, with black hair like ink, slender fingers holding the book, and a calm expression, quite like an exile.

It's really hopeless, she thinks, no matter what kind of elder brother Shen he is, he is very good-looking.

"Drool is coming out."

His voice came suddenly, Xia Yimo subconsciously stretched out her hand to wipe her mouth, her expression changed, and she rushed towards him, "Hun Dan, you lied to me!"

hateful!

But she was easy to be fooled by him.

"Okay, don't be angry, can't I let you bite?" Ou Xingshen helplessly threw the book aside, reached out and put her in his arms, "Does your hand still hurt?"

"It hurts...it hurts so much, it hurts to death!" Xia Yimo yelled pitifully in his arms to make him feel bad.

"You are stupid, isn't it just a few flowers? You must use the best tea leaves, the best tea sets, and my dearest little hands..."

(End of this chapter)