"Hiss -" Fu Shuang gasped in pain, and tears were coming out.

"I call you so violent and careless. What's this called? Stealing chickens doesn't erode rice. You deserve it!"

He Xian snorted and said sarcastic words, but he gently helped Fu Shuang put on his socks.

"Wear your own shoes. I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

He Xian untied his shoelaces and handed them to Fu Shuang.

Fu Shuang was already in great pain. He bounced his toes again. It could be said that it was even worse. At this moment, he was in a different mood. He could hardly wait to slap him to death.

She glared at him: "smelly boy, wait for me!"

He Xian shrugged and ignored her provocation and hostility.

Zhang ChuChu and Wang Hui, who witnessed all this, looked at Li Kexin.

Li Kexin bit his lips. His white teeth were deeply trapped in the purplish red lips. The lipstick fainted and opened. His teeth were red, like blood, inexplicably scary.

Wang Hui's heart trembled. Zhang ChuChu also subconsciously twisted his body around and felt very uncomfortable.

Fu Shuang feels pain and doesn't want to talk to He Xian. He Xian doesn't tease her anymore. After that, the car is much quieter.

When getting off the bus, he Xian asked with concern, "Shuangshuang, can you go?"

"Can't you carry me?" Fu Shuang raised his chin, turned his eyes, and turned back in a strange way.

Without saying a word, he Xian squatted down in front of her: "come up."

Fu Shuang kicked his fart and ran away.

He Xian touched with his backhand and looked back. The guy had run out for two or three meters.

He was not angry either. He stood up and took a child in one hand. He deliberately raised his voice and shouted, "go, uncle he will take you to play. Don't worry about that stupid woman."

Fu Shuang suddenly blew his hair: "who do you call a stupid woman?"

He Xian shrugged his shoulders and opened his mouth to them. They turned around and left.

Fu Shuang watched them go in the opposite direction. He could only sniff bitterly, turn the direction, and trot along.

Li Kexin's heart can be called a stormy wave, rolling up thousands of piles of snow.

She was always careful and obedient in front of Hexian, for fear that any violation of his mind would arouse his disgust.

On the contrary, Fu Shuang never knew what it was to give him a face. In public, he actually kicked his fart. Stock. This is not a simple joke, but a bit of humiliation. No man can stand it.

What's this called?

Those who are preferred have nothing to fear.

Li Kexin was angry, but he couldn't find a way to vent. He had to face up and follow everyone silently.

Stop and go, eat and have a look. In just one day, it passed in a flash.

With the lesson of yesterday, Zhang ChuChu and Wang Hui are wearing flat shoes today.

Only Li Kexin, in order to maintain his image, still grits his teeth and wears high heels.

Her script was worn out. It was unbearable to walk around all day. Later, when she walked, she was a little staggered.

However, what dispirited her most was that he Xian didn't find anything wrong at all.

Maybe he found out, but he didn't take it to heart. He didn't even ask a word.

Even when shopping, Fu Shuang took a fancy to a pair of soft soled round head small leather shoes. Everyone sat down and waited for Fu Shuang to try on the shoes. He Xian didn't ask Li Kexin if she needed to change a pair of flat shoes.

The latter half of the day's play, Li Kexin was all supported by ideas.

After dinner, they set foot on the plane to Shenzhen.

As soon as he got on the plane, he farted and fell into a chair. Li Kexin reluctantly vented his breath and couldn't stand up.

Fu Shuang first took the two children into the lounge and coaxed them to take a bath and sleep.

Wang Hui and Zhang ChuChu are also very tired. They go back to the room to take a bath and change their clothes.

Only Li Kexin sat blankly and looked at Hexian absently.

He Xian frowned and asked, "don't you go to rest?"

Li Kexin didn't answer. He looked at him faintly and his eyes were full of sadness.

He Xian frowned more and more tightly and stretched: "I'm so tired. I'll go back to the house and have a rest first."

Li Kexin stared at the back of He Xian turning away. He couldn't believe his eyes.

He just left without leaving her a word or a look.

Li Kexin sat silently, as if incarnated in clay sculpture and wood carving, and didn't move for a long time.

Suddenly, there was a soft noise, and something fell on his arm.

When Li Kexin looked at it, it was a ball of water stains, round, and several small drops of water broke out on the edge.

She raised her hand stupidly and touched her face, which was already full of tears.

Li Kexin seemed to be suddenly shocked by an electric shock. He didn't know where his strength came from. He stood up and left. He stumbled all the way into the lounge, threw himself on the bed, buried his face in the quilt, bit his lips and restrained his sobs.

After taking a bath, Zhang ChuChu and Wang Hui walked out of the bathroom with their front and rear feet. They saw Li Kexin lying on the bed, motionless, as if he were asleep.

They didn't call her either. They leaned on the head of the bed and exchanged their experience of the trip with interest.