Sorry, I can't love you

Back to the rental room, with a stomach of anger and swollen cheeks, Xia Liang simply hid at home and gave up the idea of going out to dig news.

She worked so hard for Xia Bingqing. Xia Bingqing did this to her

Xia Liang looked at the wound on his face carefully in the mirror.

The five red finger prints were clearly visible and slightly swollen.

It can be imagined how much Xia Bingqing started!

She feels cold when she thinks of it now.

She is willing to bear a huge debt for Xia Bingqing, but Xia Bingqing has never been her daughter.

When she entered the Tang family, she pushed her into Tang Mo's arms. She has always been full of Tang Ziqi. Her daughter may have no status at all in her heart.

"Ah!"

Thinking about it, suddenly with a strong hand, she pulled the bruises given to her by Tang mo. she frowned and whispered.

Carefully turn up the sleeve. The bruise on the wrist is already purple. The bruised wound from falling down in the street yesterday also scabs. The whole arm is scarred. It hurts badly with a little effort.

Xia Liang took out the ointment from the medicine box and smeared it on his face.

"Ding Dong Ding Dong" the doorbell rang.

She frowned. She just escaped from the Tang family in the big week. Who is so ignorant to bother her!

"Who?"

She muttered, then looked through the cat's eyes and saw a beautiful face.

She quickly put down her sleeves, covered the scars on her hands, and happily opened the door: "Joel, why are you so free to come to me today?"

Xu Qiao had a big bag in his hand, a small black skirt and long curly hair on his shoulders.

As soon as I entered the door, I took off my sunglasses. Then, panting, I put the big bag on the table: "I said, Xiao Liang, can you find a better apartment to rent? You really make me feel like going to the food market every time you come here."

Xia Liang smiled and poured Xu Qiao a glass of water: "it's easy to say. I don't like you. I have a real estate father. I live wherever I like."

Xu Qiao drank the water in one breath, and then gave her a white look: "your father still has the largest down group in the city."

As soon as Xia Liang heard this, his eyes sank instantly and muttered in a low voice, "that's not my father."

But Xu Qiao didn't hear it. She opened the things she had brought. There were fresh-keeping boxes inside, and the surrounding of the box was full of water vapor.

"What is this?" Xia Liang doesn't understand.

Xu Qiao was proud: "I recently signed up for a cooking class and wanted to learn some skills to taste when giving ink, but you know, I'm clumsy, so at the beginning, I want you to taste it for me."

Then he looked at her with a bad smile.

"What, Joel, just say let me be a white mouse, a guy who values sex over friends." Xia Liang teased, but there was a trace of loneliness in his eyes.

Xu Qiao handed Xia Liang chopsticks and coquettishly said, "Xiao Liang, just promise me that you won't eat bad. Anyway, you live alone and usually eat takeout. I occasionally bring you some home dishes to improve your food."

"All right, all right." Xia Liang twisted, "I'll try it."

She looked at the food in the fresh-keeping box. She couldn't tell what it looked like without Xu Qiao's hands.

"Well... It's a little bad to sell, but the taste should be OK." Xu Qiao smiles.

After looking carefully for a long time, Xia Liang picked up his chopsticks, picked up something that could be seen a little, and then put it into his mouth.

"How's it going?" Xu Qiao was full of expectation and opened his eyes to ask her advice.

Sweet or salty, with a little sour taste, it's not difficult to swallow.

She nodded: "no... good, good, ha ha."

"Ah! Xiao Liang, what's the matter with your face? " Xu Qiao suddenly said in surprise. Then he broke her face and stared at her carefully.

"Ah... It hurts."

She took a breath, then quickly put out her hand to block her face, hurriedly made an excuse and said, "I went to worship Tang's mother yesterday. I slipped and fell."

"Really? How do I look like a palm print? " Xu Qiao frowned.

"It's just a fall. What slap print? You read it wrong. Taste the food. What's this..."

"Oh, this, this is sweet and sour tenderloin..."

Xu Qiao's attention was attracted again, and Xia Liang was relieved.

For a long time, Xu Qiao was not satisfied until she tried all the dishes one by one and gave her opinions.

Before leaving, Xu Qiao saw the key at the entrance.

"Xiao Liang, I'll take one of the keys. In the future, if you don't get off work, I can bring the dishes to you. You have to taste it for me until I become a professional cook!"

Xu Qiao shook the key in his hand. The key jingled, and then stepped on high heels and left.

Xia Liang breathed a sigh of relief. What professional cook is clearly dark cuisine.

It seems that this mouth will suffer for a long time

……

"Mrs. Xia, this is for you."

The servant frowned and cried out, with a trace of impatience in his eyes.

Xia Bingqing, who heard the voice, hurried to pick up the phone from the servant.

She patted in her stomach angrily: "Hey, who?"

"It's me."

There came a hoarse, low voice over the phone.

Xia Bingqing's face changed for a moment, and her blood color faded. She looked around nervously. The servant was cleaning with her head down.

Then he covered the microphone and lowered his voice: "what do you want?"

There was a pause on the phone: "it's inconvenient to talk on the phone. Come out and talk. See you at the old place at 10 a.m. tomorrow."

After that, she hung up without waiting for her question.

"Hello... Hello..."

Xia Bingqing hung up the phone angrily, and then sat down on the sofa.

Her dark pupils were stained with anger, and her hand tightly clung to her wine red ice silk nightdress and rubbed out a big wrinkle.

cafe

Xia Yu sat in a corner and looked around. He was still wearing the last white shirt, wrinkled and embarrassed.

Xia Bingqing stood outside the cafe and stared at Xia Yu through the glass window.

The bag in his hand is getting tighter and tighter.

She wants to see what Xia Yu has to do!

"Here we are. Here's your coffee." Xia Yu smiled flatteringly and pushed the cup in front of her.

Xia Bingqing sat down without expression and looked at the man in front of him coldly.

"Where did you get my phone? What do you want! "

She didn't speak very loudly, but she wasn't polite.

Xia Yu smiled: "it's not easy to know the phone number of the Tang family. I can't find it."

Again, Xia Bing smiled coldly: "say it, what's inconvenient to say on the phone."