Secret love becomes a marriage

"Do you have anything else to do? If it's all right, loosen up and I'll tidy up."

"You..."

Because of his "grace" and "yes", Ji Zimo was almost angry and couldn't be so silent and embarrassed. He was thinking about what to say with him. He suddenly opened his mouth and his voice recovered the coldness in recent days. Maybe it wasn't so cold, but it was cold and like ice residue in her ears.

"What else?"

"No, no, you go and clear your things, go and clear your things..." Ji Zimo stuck a word in his throat. She was crazy to be so cheap. She threw his hand away angrily.

He stood there for a while, silently turned his tall body, and took two steps towards the house to clear things.

He didn't have many things, especially when he came here three days ago. All he had was two or three sets of clothes to change. He was taking them out of the wardrobe, white shirts, black shirts, a coat and trousers. He took it out one by one and saw that it was about to be finished. After finishing it, Ji Zimo was firmly flustered. He panicked again and moved his steps. It was messy, moved, and stepped on the messy steps towards him.

"When will they get married? Why is it so sudden? At first, it was easy to say not to marry Lao Liu?" she opened her mouth. She couldn't find a word, or she was dead lipped.

"Not very clear."

He didn't seem to think she would lean over to talk to him, or thought she had gone out long ago. Hearing her voice, he seemed a little surprised, but he put it away before she thought about it. He has always been an expert in hiding his emotions. He straightened his back, returned faintly, holding the suitcase in one hand and zipping it in the other.

"Wait."

Watching him zip up his suitcase, without waiting for himself to think more, a "wait" naturally jumped out of his mouth.

Ji Zimo walked to the cupboard in three steps.

As soon as she opened the cabinet door, she began to take her clothes inside. She took all the clothes brought from the magic capital one by one, and then inspected one side with her eyes. Without omission, she closed the cabinet door, walked back to him with her clothes, and then threw them into his suitcase.

"Just now, Grandpa heard that you were going back to mordu. Grandpa heard that you went back alone and I stayed. He didn't agree. He asked me to go back with you. He said that husband and wife can't be separated for too long. He said that he can take good care of himself at home and won't let himself have anything. He said that if I miss him, I can go back at any time If he can come back to see him, he can also see me. "

"In addition, it's easy to get married with old six. I should go back. You know, easy and I are very congenial. She must also want me to go back with you. If I don't go back now, she may want to call me later. At that time, I won't be able to get over it. I'd better go back now. It's a little easier."

She said some of the reasons she had just organized in her heart. She had been organized in her heart, but now she said it to him, but she was still a little incoherent. She thought it was an extremely perfect reason without flaws, and now she felt that she wanted to cover it up.

She could feel his eyes on her, some deep and exploratory.

But how? She's going back to Mordor with him anyway.

However, it was really the first time for Ji Zimo to be so callous. Ji Zimo was uneasy and didn't dare to look at his pale face, and didn't dare to face his line of sight.

"Don't you want me to go back with you? If it's not very convenient, it doesn't matter. I'll just go back by plane myself. I'm sorry."

But she has been talking for a while. No matter what, he must have a voice and express his state. How can he keep silent? No attitude? Don't you want her to go back with him? Even if she asks, he doesn't want to? Since when did he dislike her so much?

Ji Zimo's heart was sour. She choked and said a few words for her self-esteem. Her head was pressed down and her drooping eyes were filled with the clothes she had thrown into his suitcase. Her heart and face were burning. That kind of dryness and red face was not shyness and joy, but an embarrassment and extreme embarrassment, She hurriedly bent down to pick up her clothes thrown in his suitcase.

The fingers touched the clothes and asked people to grasp them.

It was a pair of hands that caught her, the fingertips of her fingers were slightly cool, and the sudden coolness was transmitted from his fingertips to her fingertips. The collision between warmth and coolness made her body unable to withstand a shake. When she wanted to look up at him, she took pains to press it when she remembered the embarrassment just now. The desire to look up was suppressed, and the acidity of the bottom of her eyes could not be suppressed, Tears are falling outside.

"Just now you said you didn't cry, so now? Is this crying?"

Her chin was lifted with her fingers. Her pupils were opposite his eyes, which reflected her tears on her face. Then in her eyes, in addition to his appearance, there was a drop of crystal on his fingers and fingertips. That was her tears. If she wanted to argue again, it was impossible, and she was unable to argue anything, but a small discomfort at the bottom of her heart forced her to remain silent without saying the reason.

"You don't want to see me now?"

She was silent, he was silent, and he suffered more grievances. Finally, she couldn't help it. She sobbed and opened her mouth. At that moment, she felt that his other hand, which had not been taken away from her hand, trembled slightly.

She couldn't tell what his emotion was. She was afraid she was still disgusted. If she was disgusted, if she was disgusted, her heart was thousands of uncomfortable. Instead of making him disgusted and giving birth to that cold emotion in her eyes, she might as well know better and take the initiative to retreat. She began to earn his hand.

"Let go." he grasped firmly and tightly.

"Don't you mean to go back with me?"

He made a sound, his voice gradually softened, but she could hear a minute or two, but she had already lost a little injury in her heart. The cold injury was gently scalded, and it became more and more uncomfortable. She stubbed her neck, continued to choke, and replied with great injustice: "don't you refuse?"

"When did you hear me say no?"

"If you don't speak, you won't let me."

"I've only heard that silence is acquiescence. I haven't heard that silence is refutation and refusal."

This little guy, who hasn't been close to him for three or two days, has learned the ability to confuse right and wrong.