Young Master Xing's Pillow Wife

"I won't listen. You can explain it to whomever you like. You don't have to explain it to me. It's not worth explaining to someone like me who goes drinking with other men in the middle of the night."

Su Luobai was in a fit of anger, remembering what he blurted out just now, her eyes were sore, her chest was congested, and she couldn't bear it any more.

"Luobai, I didn't mean that, really not! I was worried about you, and I was afraid that something would happen to you, and I would regret it too late."

Xing Kun had already been pushed to the door by her, her hands were still against the door frame, and she didn't want to go out.

Su Luobai's long eyelashes trembled, but she still couldn't let go of what she just said. The implication was that everything was her fault.

"Yes, it's all my problem. If I didn't meet you, and I didn't happen to see you together, there wouldn't be so many things! I'm sorry to bother you!"

Su Luobai's voice gradually choked up, his eyes turned red, and he pushed forward with both hands, pushing him out all at once.

"Bang" sound.

The door, before his eyes, was slammed shut.

His face was pressed against the door, cold.

"Luo Bai, open the door! Don't do this!"

Xing Kun's hand slapped on the door, and the more he slapped, the harder he slapped, until his palms became numb and he didn't stop.

"Qu Yun and I have a normal relationship between superiors and subordinates. She suddenly confessed to me yesterday. I really don't know, and I said, I only love you, and I won't have anything to do with her. If you don't believe me, I can do it in front of you. Say it again to your face."

"You open the door!"

"Don't be sulking alone, I will feel bad."

Sitting in the room, Su Luobai tightly covered her ears with her hands, not wanting to hear his voice again, but the more she did this, the clearer her voice became, every word seemed to be amplified , which made her heart ache.

She pulled out the drawer, found the earphones and put them on her ears, and turned on the mobile phone to play the best music, and the sound of Xing Kun outside her ears was no longer in her ears, only the high-pitched music was overshadowed.

Xing Kun talked for a long time, his throat was so dry and his hands trembled from clapping, but the people inside didn't move at all, and didn't even give him a word.

He gradually lowered his hands, drooped his shoulders, lowered his head, and sighed helplessly, as if he had been sucked dry by something, and he lost all energy
"Then you have a good rest, and I will come to you again when you calm down."

Hei Mou looked at the rigid door, and then slowly went down the stairs.

He went downstairs, washed rice and cooked porridge, his movements were very neat.

I drank wine last night, my stomach was empty and uncomfortable, I couldn't eat too much greasy food, and I couldn't eat too sweet and greasy, light porridge was just right.

Before leaving, he stood at the door and sent her a message.

"The porridge is ready, it's in the pot, remember to eat when you get up, don't be hungry, I'm going to work first."

After clicking to send the message, he stood at the parking space at the door downstairs, glanced at the upstairs bedroom, and then left absent-mindedly.

The phone screen lit up, and the music stopped for a moment.

Su Luobai took off the earphones, picked up the phone and turned it on. Seeing the message from Xing Kun, she pursed her lips and watched it quietly for a long time.

Until the tears, drop by drop, fell from the eye sockets and dripped on the screen of the phone, blurring the vision.

After a long time, she raised her hand to wipe away her tears, turned off the music on her mobile phone, turned off the bed, went downstairs after washing, went to the kitchen and opened the pot to take a look. A gust of hot air wafted out, carrying the smell of porridge.

She didn't eat all night last night and drank so much alcohol. In fact, she is indeed a little hungry now.

She filled a bowl, sat in the restaurant, looked at the empty restaurant, a little dazed.

After taking a few sips casually, tears fell down again without warning, and I raised my hand to wipe it away.

"Bang!" The sound of the bowl breaking.

She raised her head, and once again suppressed the depression in her heart, her lips were pursed tightly, and the color of her lips gradually turned white.

She squatted down slowly to clean up the porridge bowl on the floor. The porridge was very hot, but she didn't feel it at all.

Her fingers were trembling to pick up the bowl, but she couldn't pick it up. She squatted on the ground, hugged her knees with her hands, and wept uncontrollably.

After a long time, Su Luobai raised her head, a cold light flashed in her eyes, she would not admit defeat like this, she couldn't make herself lose her mind just because of a melody.

Little by little with Xing Kun flashed through her mind, whether she should trust him once.

In the next few days, Xing Kun's company was busy dealing with the compensation after the reality show, trying to make up for the loss, and at the other end was competing with Ling's Group for the next project, and he couldn't relax for a moment.

And Su Luobai couldn't be idle either, with a bunch of celebrity announcements in her hand, and the many and dense shooting tasks, she really wanted to occupy her 24 hours a day.

Of course, she volunteered on her own initiative. She thought that this way, she would have no free time to think wildly, and it would just give both parties a space to calm down.

When Xing Kun went out in the morning, Su Luobai was still sleeping, and the two always staggered the time one after the other. They obviously lived in the same villa, but they couldn't even speak a word all day long.

Xing Kun was already too busy to touch the ground, but Su Luobai had such an attitude. As soon as he came back, he wanted to explain next to Su Luobai.

As soon as Su Luobai entered the room with her tired neck shaking, she saw Xing Kun sitting on the sofa, half turned sideways, staring closely at herself with a pair of deep eyes.

She paused while shaking her neck, then walked towards the sofa as if nothing had happened, as if she didn't see it.

Seeing her look away, Xing Kun stood up nervously and helped her sit on the sofa. He walked around behind her, put his hands gently on her shoulders, squeezed carefully, once and for all, The strength is neither light nor heavy, just right.

He leaned over slowly and whispered in her ear, "Are you tired?"

The voice was deep and magnetic, and also flattering, almost hoarse, very seductive.

Su Luobai was actually a little tired. He had been carrying the shooting tools and ran all day, but now his neck was so heavy that he couldn't even lift it.

She closed her eyes and frowned slightly, "No need."

She brushed his hand away, very indifferent.

"Otherwise, take a day off tomorrow?"

Xing Kun still half-bent forward and suggested, his eyes fell on her face, seeing her frowning slightly, thinking that she didn't want to talk to him, his heart sank.

It's over, the anger has not subsided for so long.

This matter cannot be delayed any longer.

"Take a day off, and I'll make up for it."

She can only deal with the affairs of the company. Even if she takes a rest today, if this matter is postponed, not to mention affecting the progress, it may cause a lot of losses.

"I'll let another photographer handle it, and you can rest at home."