"I'm sorry." Cheng Youyou looked away from him, indeed losing his composure, but he just apologized for the child.
Cheng Youyou was dazed by the sunlight shining through the window. It was the first time he had such an awkward confrontation with Zou Mingyuan. Moreover, when he was not smiling, he had an inexplicable sharp feeling, as if touching his scales, he would immediately become murderous.
Zou Mingyuan smiled, the sharpness healed quickly. "It's me who should say I'm sorry, but Yoyo, I will restore our home to its original state in the shortest possible time."
"Let's not talk about us today, I'm very tired and want to rest." Cheng Youyou was filled with anger, it's not you who should apologize, is there anything wrong with me?
"Well, come and sit for a while, and then take medicine." Zou Mingyuan poured warm water as if ordering his subordinates.
Cheng Youyou was displeased, and she didn't show it on the surface, she just lightly picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of her mouth.
"Come here." Zou Mingyuan tested the temperature, and it was just right.
"If you're busy, you can go to work first." Cheng Youyou sighed, but still didn't show his temper.
"No, you are sick, your wife is sick, you can ask for leave." Zou Mingyuan wanted to ease the atmosphere, joking while propping up his long legs, his dark eyes were looking at Cheng Youyou.
This kind of forgiveness seemed too easy, Zou Mingyuan didn't even think of it.
"Okay then, if you don't go, I'll go." Cheng Youyou stood up and smiled self-deprecatingly.
"Yuyou" Zou Mingyuan didn't expect it, and retracted his legs, trying to stop him.
"Let me be quiet for a while! Can you please!" Cheng Youyou yelled, her eyes were red, tears dripped down at that moment, and her breathing was painful.
The thorn stuck in the softest part of my heart, even if I didn't move, it still hurts faintly, not to mention the conversation with Zou Mingyuan was to press into the painful inside!
Zou Mingyuan was stunned. It turned out that she was not sad, but just wanted to be sad by herself. Like a wounded kitten, nestled up and licked the wound alone. "Okay, I'll go, at night"
Cheng Youyou shuffled towards the big bed. The roses that were spread out were lifted up with all his strength, and he could hardly stand up. The fiery red delicate flowers fell in a mess.
Behind him, the door slammed lightly, and he left.
Cheng Youyou's thin shoulders trembled slightly, and she couldn't help crying. She used to think that if she treated Zou Mingyuan sincerely and put away her petty temper, she could get his sincere care.
Sometimes, the more I want to know if I can forgive, the deeper I get stuck, I can't get out of the entanglement, and I'm shackled to death.
Buried drowsily in the soft quilt, just about to fall asleep, was awakened by the ringing of the mobile phone.
"What's the matter." Cheng Youyou was frightened and his heart was pounding. He was afraid that it was Chu Youlian. After seeing the incoming call, he felt a little relieved, but he still couldn't hold the phone firmly.
"Sister Youyou, don't you have to go to the studio to check the progress this afternoon?" Xiaoqing called, as lively as ever.
Cheng Youyou was really exhausted, and returned to her weakly. "Go and see how the details are handled, just come back and report to me."
"Well, is Sister Youyou sick?" Xiao Qing asked concerned, seemingly unaffected by the woman's fuss in the morning.
"It's okay, you can keep an eye on the studio." Cheng Youyou's throat was a little swollen, and he coughed a few times.
"Sister Youyou, pay attention to your body and have a good rest." Xiaoqing instructed a few words, and hung up the phone tactfully.
?No matter what, I couldn't sleep, I almost didn't feel it because of the headache, and there was only confusion, and my face was as hot as fire. In this huge suite, the quietness made people flustered and helpless. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com