Traps Of Love

As the night faded away, a touch of fish belly white lit up the sky above the city. But before long, this clear white disappeared, replaced by thick fog. The city seemed to fall into the curse of silent hill in the movie, and the gray depression was incomparable.

Bai Xiaoya peered out of the window, staring at the red alarm number on the indoor air purifier, frowning. Pollution is becoming more and more serious these days. The sky in Beijing is not blue sky and white clouds, but a thick and yellow haze.

Go out need to wear masks, and even some people exaggerate to wear gas masks, but the most terrible thing is that no one will think this is very exaggerated affectation. Because the pollution is so serious that it can't be ignored. The only thing people living and working in Beijing can do is to change themselves and do their best to protect themselves.

Bai Xiaoya's eyes skimmed the hands of the clock. The time was five forty-five in the morning. In another hour and fifteen minutes, she would have to get up to go to the library.

However, her frenzied heartbeat last night has not really subsided up to now.

The man with dark blue eyes! Touch her!

Not only that, what's more hateful is that she insulted her and called her a fake breast! In the end, I almost killed her!

Bai Xiaoya breathes a lot of anger. When she thinks of this section, her anger rushes upward. But I don't know why, compared with anger, her heart is more distressed and uncomfortable.

She felt that she must be crazy, and her mind was not filled with revenge, but with his cold and elegant face, a touch of grief that could not be covered up, and the unspeakable fatigue in her eyes. She was distressed!

This cognition makes Bai Xiaoya speechless. She feels that she has the potential of masochism. Otherwise, how could she have such a crazy idea? She even wants to see the man again.

Crazy to know, who is he? Where to live? Are there any other women around?

Wait...

Bai Xiaoya blinks and wipes! What does she care about his private life!

This kind of dead hooligan who grabs a woman's chest as soon as he meets her, she cares if he has a woman or not!

"Crazy!" Bai Xiaoya can't help jumping up from the bed, but the next moment because of the action is too big and pulled the injured shoulder last night, suddenly fell on the bed again, depressed and incomparable take a fist to hit the sheet to vent, "abnormal bastard dead hooligan, this revenge I must pay!"

She grasped the white and soft palm of her hand. Inside was a wine red gem ring from the man. It was simple and elegant, elegant and mysterious. In addition, there were some unique patterns like silk threads, like the vein of life winding in it.

I don't know why, Bai Xiaoya suddenly thought of the nightmare of last night, and the blood red twisted thin line under her eyelids in the mirror...

before, she felt that she had to see this man again, and she wanted to find out what kind of role this man played in her past.

"Xiaobai, breakfast is ready." Downstairs came the sound of the palace with a smile, sunshine, warmth, and mu, like the most beautiful peach blossom in March, and just like the willow leaf spring breeze in Suzhou and Hangzhou.

"Big lazy Mommy, the sun is shining on her bottom." Smiling silver bell like happy laughter also came from downstairs, as well as Kurokawa yuexuko's icy voice, "come downstairs quickly, if you don't eat milk, it will be hot again."

"Sister Xunzi, back --" the voice of Xiaoxiao coquetry followed, "Uncle Mo, play the piano, OK?"

Soon, a melodious piano music of the city of the sky flowed in the room, followed by the helpless sigh of Yukiko Kurokawa, and the happy laughter she seemed to give out only when she was with Xiaoxiao.

Bai Xiaoya rubs her temple and knows that if she doesn't go downstairs again, both Gongmo and Xunzi will be tossed about by the little ancestor and only have half a life.

She can't help but laugh, but it's strange, I don't know why this child and palace Mo have strange personality smoked son seems to be special predestined relationship.

Even if Bai Xiaoya is wary of Miyamoto not telling her about the past, she has no doubt about Miyamoto's and Kurokawa's feelings for Xiaoxiao.

Sometimes, Bai Xiaoya even has a wonderful illusion that it's not that Miyamoto and Kurokawa are taking care of Xiaoxiao, but that Xiaoxiao has cured them.

Women, strange instincts.

"Here it is Bai Xiaoya smiles with relief, and then finds a black rope to string the ruby ring directly to make a simple Choker to wear around her neck.

Bai Xiaoya finished washing, changed her clothes and looked in the mirror. In the bright light, the white lining dress shows her snow-white slender neck. With such a ruby ring as red as blood drops and moistening as stars, it has a kind of natural amazing effect.

Without much thought, MI Xiaoya got up and walked downstairs.

Sure enough, the downstairs seems to have been completely "ruled" by Xiaoxiao.Sitting in a wheelchair with a smile on her back, Yukiko Kurokawa regards her room as a go kart and is making a sharp turn. Miyamoto in the sun can't stop smiling while playing the piano.

joy filled the whole room. The warm atmosphere made all the displeasure and suspicion disappear like a bubble.

Bai Xiaoya is deeply moved by this kind of picture, especially the pure smile on her face, which belongs to the child, and cures her tossing and turning all night.

This kid - it's really hard to refuse.

"Wow! Mommy, you are so beautiful today Smile, clap and cheer.

Palace Mo's eyes are also a bright, eyes stay in the middle of her neck ruby ring, a short sweep, can't help but praise, "good looking."

As soon as he said this, he blushed at the next moment, his eyes were deep and sincere, and he didn't cover up his love for her as before.

Bai Xiaoya is embarrassed by him. It seems that she was not the only one who changed last night. How could Gong Mo become so bold and direct.

She coughed a few times, then looked at Yukiko Kurokawa, some distressed asked, "why do you get up so early to make breakfast?"

Yukiko Kurokawa was dressed in black clothes and trousers. Her smaller body was sitting in a wheelchair. Her baby face, which only belonged to loli, was more calm and calm than before. With a smile on her back, she couldn't see her age at all. Instead, she was like a pair of sisters. She was just an introverted and steady girl, a smart and domineering girl, a black girl and a white girl.

She doted on the turn to see Xiaoxiao, eyebrows are love, "it doesn't matter, Xiaoxiao want to eat my breakfast."