Husband, Please Stop Flirting

Wen Ziheng also has thousands of curiosity in his heart. Qingxiao should be their old friend and Su CuO's ex girlfriend.

"You don't know your long hair!" no wonder Wen Ziheng didn't recognize it. Even if Si Yeqing came here and saw Qingxiao, he would never recognize it. After all, it's different from what they are familiar with. In the past, Qingxiao often wore motorcycle leather clothes and short hair. He rode a motorcycle with tattoos on his arms and neck. There is always a cigarette end in his hand and mouth. The smoke ring is even stronger than those men.

She looks like a little sister. When she is with Su Cuo, Su CuO likes her hot temper very much.

As long as I miss you, whether it's 3 a.m. or 6 a.m., Qingxiao will ride his motorcycle directly to the downstairs of Su CuO's house, then run up, knock on the door, jump up directly, hug Su Cuo, roll into bed and enjoy life. If you want to use an object to describe Qingxiao, it must be flame. She loves warmly and is desperate. It's like burning herself, so that people around her will feel envy.

Wen Ziheng once told Su Cuo, "you must have done something great in your last life. You should have such a girlfriend with you! If you two can't enter the palace of marriage, I'm sure I don't believe in love in this life!" although it's just a joke, no one thought it would come true in the end.

"Let's break up."

When Qingxiao said that, Wen Ziheng and Si Yeqing were present, and it was an ordinary day when he made an appointment to eat out, without any omen. Su CuO thought it was fun. He raised his hand, touched Qingxiao's head and said, "stop making trouble and have a good meal!" but Qingxiao didn't pick up chopsticks, moved a face and said, "let's break up. I'm not kidding you. I'll send all the things you put in my house tomorrow and don't meet in the future."

"I don't want to break up from a place like the phone, so I came out to see you today."

With that, Qingxiao got up and left. That day, she was like a designed one. She didn't even ride a motorcycle. When he went out of the restaurant, he directly raised his hand and stopped a taxi. Su CuO stayed where he was. It seemed that he was suddenly split by thunder. He didn't know what kind of response to make. When he chased out, he couldn't see any back. Call Qingxiao's mobile phone, but hear the message of shutdown.

The mobile phone number was not dialed again.

The next day, Su CuO received a suitcase containing all the things he had put in Qingxiao's house. He couldn't help it. He went to the door to look for it, but saw a stranger coming out of it. She said, "the little girl who originally rented the house has left. She suddenly moved away in a hurry a few days ago, and I don't know where she has gone!" in this way, Qingxiao completely disappeared into the world of Suco, leaving only an inexplicable reason for breaking up.

"Did she find out what you were doing?"

Qingxiao was so angry that he did things absolutely. Si Yeqing and Wen Ziheng once analyzed for him, "did you say something wrong, or did they quarrel?" but Su CuO shook his head and sneered. His face was full of stubble. He was not as decadent as he used to be. He said: "I didn't notice anything at all, you know? We're even more loving than before, so I think there's something wrong with her. I don't want to tell me. I'm going to bear it secretly!"

"I'll help you find it." Si Yeqing and Wen Ziheng also launched all their contacts during that time.

Know the name, know the appearance, but no one found, "did she sneak into other countries? Or went directly to Korea for cosmetic surgery? Otherwise, it's impossible!" Wen Ziheng and Si Yeqing felt very strange. Qingxiao's whole person seemed to evaporate and disappeared without a trace, "impossible." Su CuO once didn't believe it. He looked for it carefully for a long time, but he returned in vain.

With the passage of time, Su CuO also slowly walked out of the shadow of breaking up, but later there was no girlfriend.

Every day he turned himself into a doctor in his feelings and gave advice to everyone, but he didn't mention his failed feelings, "where have you been? Why have you become like this!" Su CuO said that Wen Ziheng was also full of curiosity. No wonder their people couldn't find the girl in front of him. She had long hair, didn't have a little makeup on her face, held a guitar and looked quiet. Where was she a little similar to Qingxiao.

"I said you recognized the wrong person, and you shouldn't believe it. I'm Qingxiao. Now life is an ordinary life. Why do you always ask?" Qingxiao said faintly, looking at the guitar thrown next to him, thinking that he should change a guitar. Where does the money come from? "Don't always change the subject with me like this, Qingxiao. We all know what kind of person you are! What happened to you!"

For three years, there was no phone call. It was like complete evaporation.

"You just told me to break up, didn't give me any reason, and I didn't agree. Falling in love is a matter for two people. You promised me, and we started. Breaking up is the same. I didn't promise for two people. You're still my girlfriend now!" Su CuO said this, which really shocked Wen Ziheng. He didn't expect that he was such an infatuated doll.

It turns out that for so many years, I have always regarded myself as a man with a girlfriend!

"Su Cuo, it's over between us. Why are you persistent? What if you know the reason? We can't go back!" Qingxiao took a deep breath and his tone changed back to the original. The scene of this encounter made her very uncomfortable. She wanted to smoke a cigarette, but found that she had quit for three years and had not even one around her. She scratched her hair impatiently. Such a subconscious habit was still the same.

Su CuO stared at her face, looked at the clean arms as if they had never had a tattoo, and asked, "have you washed all the tattoos off?"

"Well, I'm not a young girl anymore. Those publicity things are a little funny now. I think it's like a fox pretending to be a tiger." Qingxiao smiled, looked at Su CuO and said, "isn't it?"