Her Overbearing Man

According to the truth, the cake should be cut by Li Hui and her boyfriend Xu Qinghe.

But

"Jiahe, let's cut it together“

Li Hui pulled Xiao Jiahe, and a word made the smile on other faces stiff. Thinking that it was the birthday of Miss Li of Wucheng hall, she had to continue clapping in embarrassment, even if Li Hui didn't play according to common sense.

It's just the applause that everyone should clap, but Xu Qinghe's eyes, smiling strangely and with a trace of loss, are just a lot more.

Xiao Jiahe looks at Xu Qinghe and Li Hui. At last, he can only keep silent in Li Hui's implying eyes, but he can't go on with his raised hand.

"Xiao Hui, you can cut with Xu Xuechang. I don't want to stand among you as a light bulb."

Xiao Jiahe finished, looking at Xu Qinghe's eyes bright up, heart or dull pain.

Xiao Jiahe sometimes thinks about when he will heal all the wounds and when he will heal them. Who wrote this kind of rotten sentence? It's too irresponsible and useless.

Otherwise, why is it still painful at this time?

Because Xiao Jiahe was hard on Li Hui, even though Li Hui didn't look good, she finally gave in.

Li Hui and Xu Qinghe finally cut the cake together. Although the atmosphere is still strange, it's better than before. At least it won't make people dare not say a word.

Cake all, the scene immediately and noisy, dilute those scenes slightly embarrassed.

Li Hui is surrounded by a group of people.

Xiao Jiahe breaks away from the crowd and looks at Xu Qinghe, who is standing beside Li Hui and smiling quietly. But when he suddenly sees the slight movement of his hand in his trouser pocket, Xiao Jiahe's eyes darken.

In the past two years, Xu Qinghe has become more and more obedient to Li Hui. He is not a family with strong family background. On the contrary, Xiao Jiahe often sees Xu Qinghe looking for part-time jobs in school.

The more Xiao Jiahe knows about this, the more Li Hui feels alienated from Xu Qinghe. The birthday party was privately proposed by Xiao Jiahe himself.

It's not surprising that the small gift box with a corner leaking out will appear in Xu Qinghe's hands. It seems more natural to open a pair of rings.

After all, Xu Qinghe's infatuation with Li Hui is well known. As Li Hui's best friend, Xiao Jiahe has met her many times.

So

"Xiaohui, now I can only afford this, but in the future I can promise that I will give you the best. So, Xiaohui, would you like to spend a long time with me? From black hair to white head, from life to death, would you like to? Xiaohui

Xu Qinghe, who proposed on one knee, is Xiao Jiahe's deep desire.

She always thought that no one would refuse. After all, he was such a beautiful person. She had heard gossip from her classmates.

Fifty percent of the girls in Wucheng University have imagined that their boyfriend would be Xu Qinghe. As for the other 50 percent, Xiao Jiahe feels nervous when she holds her hands together.

These are just the thoughts of Xiao Jiahe for a moment. She focuses on looking at the people she likes and even loves to marry her best sister. Even though her heart is still in pain, it's more blessing and moving.

She looked at Li Hui and said, "sorry, I can't promise."

She can finally put those feelings that have no place to place, quietly hide, no longer qualified to touch a cent.

But

Xiaohui, she doesn't agree?

Suddenly she opened her eyes and looked at her strange and familiar sister. There was no sound in the silence.

She looked at Xiaohui and said, "I'm sorry to hurt you, but we are not suitable. When I promised to be your girlfriend, I thought I like you, but in fact, it's just my illusion. I thought I like you, but in fact, I just like you because I've never met someone like you..."

With Li Hui's words, Xu Qinghe's face became paler and paler, and his eyes with warm light dimmed in the past.

"Xiaohui..."

Xiao Jiahe pulled her forward and motioned to her not to talk about it any more. If she kept talking about it, it would only make Xu Qinghe feel more and more ugly. Moreover, why do you say this kind of thing so thoroughly on such an occasion.

However, Li Hui ignored the tacit understanding they had formed since childhood and pretended not to see what Xiao Jiahe meant. "I'm sorry, Xu Qinghe, we..."

She opened her mouth, it seems that it is difficult to speak, other people at the scene dare not say a word, just staring at the big play that no one thought of.

"Let's... Break up."

"Xiaohui..."

Li Hui looks at Xu Qinghe as if she wants to say something and interrupts him.

"I know what you want to say, but after getting along for a long time, I found that I don't have that kind of feeling about you. On the contrary, our ideas are different and we have different views on things. So I'm really sorry. I know you're good to me, but I really don't feel it. So, Qinghe, let's break up."

The scene was silent.

Probably everyone didn't expect that a birthday party would eventually become a marriage proposal scene.

No one thought that in the school, it seemed that Lang Youqing and I intended to be two people, but Luohua intended to be merciless.

After listening to all of them, Xu Qinghe never looked away from Li Hui's face. It seemed that he wanted to see even a trace of insincerity from her face.

But he failed.

All the words Li Hui said came from the heart.

She didn't think she was right for him.

She didn't really like him.

She doesn't have the same feelings for him as he does for her.

Xu Qinghe's eyes grew dim, as if the bright lights in the banquet hall were shining into his eyes.

Li Hui's last words are over.

There was a dead silence.

All the people look at the two parties either light or dark.

Thinking about their reaction.

In particular, Xu Da's school grass, which most female students of Wucheng University adore as a male god, is not good for the first beauty in Wucheng family to propose marriage. Instead, they are asked to break up. With such shocking gossip, they are reluctant to leave.

Xu Qinghe is not sad, not sad.

But looking at Li Hui's frowning and uneasy appearance, he couldn't help it.

At last he stood up, with gentle eyes and eyebrows, not at all angry or resentful as others had guessed.