Chapter 582

Su Zhengxiao's eyebrows were full of cold and fierce: "this thing is placed here. Do you really think I will believe what you said casually?"

What he said was naturally scissors and a key chain

Tang Xiaoran is still alienating and indifferent smile.

But that smile did not reach the bottom of my eyes; "In fact, it's just the simplest question, but you haven't figured out the answer.

When I love you deeply, why would I be jealous and destructive of those photos and things? Now I don't love you, why should I be jealous again?

It's just that when I was jealous, you didn't want me to be jealous. Now you're satisfied... "

Su Zhengxiao still didn't believe it. The line on his face became more and more cold and haze, and the hard one was more like carving.

"Still don't believe it? I can put it another way..."

She stared at him and said slowly, word by word;

"I will not love a man who wants to kill me for a picture. He is not worth my love at all. I have already given up my heart at the moment you want to kill me. Do you understand now?"

Tang Xiaoran ignored him.

Standing in the same place with a posture just now, Su Zheng owl's chest fluctuated slightly, looking stiff and cold.

At this time, his mood has been extremely bad!

I won't love him anymore. I've given up on him

His thin lips closed tightly upward.

I suddenly felt a burst of anger rising from my chest.

Then the whole body boiling up and down, burning, hot indescribable.

Three or two times, he began to untie his suit and coat and threw it on the bed at will.

Then he took a cup of warm water, rolled his Adam's apple and poured it into his mouth, trying to put out all the flames beating in his heart.

He was right. After the divorce, she really became more and more capable.

Does he have feelings for her?

Of course not. He only has resentment and dissatisfaction with Tang Xiaoran.

Tang Xiaoran began to prepare lunch.

She made instant noodles.

In fact, stewed noodles are from the north, and Jingxuan was in poor health since childhood. I heard that eating noodles can grow strong, so I learned it specially.

At first, I was not proficient. In the end, I made noodles and rolled noodles more and more smoothly.

She did a good job and Jingxuan just woke up.

This time is still the same as the last time. Tang Xiaoran only served two bowls.

For Su Zhengxiao, she has always been regarded as air.

Su Zhengxiao had a superior life since childhood and never looked at him.

Others did not dare to wink at him, only to please and curry favor with him.

So that sometimes he can't understand the winks others give him. Just like now, he is obviously unpopular.

But he himself has no consciousness and consciousness in this regard.

Instead, he was generous and natural. He walked to the kitchen and filled himself with a bowl. Everything was done so naturally.

With his shameless face, he became more and more natural.

If you don't give it to him, serve it yourself.

Tang Xiaoran wants Jingxuan to eat well, so he changes the pattern to make it for him. The taste is naturally delicious.

It's cheaper, Su Zhengxiao. Jingxuan is small and can't eat much.

But he eats so much that he can reach several Jingxuan.

After dinner, Jingxuan followed Tang Xiaoran like a small tail; "Mom, you don't have TV here. Isn't it boring at night?"

"It's not boring. You can read and draw."

Tang Xiaoran was washing the dishes and didn't forget to answer his questions.

Jingxuan is heavy; "Mom, when I make money in the future, I'll buy you a big TV and a computer. They have it. I let my mother have it!"

What's the use of raising children? It's not for how filial he can be in the future, nor for how much he can do in the future. What he cares most is his intimate words and company.

Tang Xiaoran's nose was slightly sour, and she smiled.

Smile more beautiful than ever, she should be light; "OK."

Just for this sentence, she felt that her eight years of time had not been wasted. It was worth the eight years of forbearance.

Later, Jingxuan went to play by herself.

Tang Xiaoran, who finished washing the dishes, looked at Su Zhengxiao with his legs crossed on the sofa like an uncle: "we have divorced. I have no obligation to cook for you. Moreover, I don't have a free canteen here. Whether it's firewood, rice or oil and salt, I bought it with money. How can you afford to eat, but I'm short of it!"

These words are the truth and her heart. She has no job, no income and little savings.

In particular, she is still ill and needs treatment.

Suddenly, Su Zhengxiao's cold handsome face was covered with a layer of darkness.

His anger at the bottom of his heart was boiling more and more, and he disdained to sneer; "Listen to this, the feeling is that I can eat you poor!

Hehe, I, Su Zhengxiao, haven't been reduced to beggars. It's just a meal. I'll pay you back! "

He took out his wallet from his suit pants pocket with his right hand, randomly took out a stack and threw it on the table.

When did you get this cowardly fire?

Have a meal and be chased for money.

If it weren't for the typhoon, think he would like to stay in such a broken place?

Tang Xiaoran picked up the money, took two and returned the others.

I don't know when the typhoon will stop.

On the one hand, she hopes to stop later so that she can get along with Jingxuan more.

On the other hand, he hoped to stop early and let Su Zhengxiao leave quickly.

So contradictory.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the news came from the mobile phone.

He said the typhoon and rain are likely to stop tomorrow morning.

Tang Xiaoran felt another sadness at the bottom of his heart.

However, he was soon relieved.

These two days, has been an accident, enough to meet.

In the evening, Tang Xiaoran held Jingxuan in his arms and touched his pink face.

Jingxuan was very satisfied and rubbed in her arms.

The two fell asleep embracing each other.

This atmosphere is just right, not too cold, not too lively, a little warm.

The Su Zheng owl's tall body bent on the short sofa and couldn't even stretch out his legs.

However, in such a bad environment, he fell asleep quickly.

I don't know how long it took, there was an anxious cry: "Dad, Dad, wake up!"

Su Zhengxiao thought he was dreaming and turned over to sleep.

But the sound is getting louder and louder.

The eardrums are almost cut.

Su Zhengxiao narrowed his eyes and saw Jingxuan's anxious little face.

His voice was hoarse: "what's the matter?"

"Mom..." Jingxuan's small face was pale and pointed to the corner.

Tang Xiaoran curled up in the corner with his head in his hands and his body trembled violently.

Su Zhengxiao frowned and stood up on the sofa with long legs and stepped over quickly.

After approaching, he found that Tang Xiaoran's face was pale and bloodless, and his lower lip almost bled.

However, she still didn't let go.

If you go on like this, your lips will be bitten and bleed.

He was tall and bent, close to her, and she didn't look at him.