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"No, you go back to rest. Just have me here." Xu Yimo sat by the bed and held Lin Xiahua's wrist tightly. His eyes never left from the beginning to the end.

"Xu Yimo..." Lin Doukou frowned.

"Get out." He said a deep voice, cold and resolute, without any emotion.

Lin Doukou knew that Xu Yimo was not happy. At the moment, she was not good enough to add fuel to the fire, so she had to quietly exit the room and close the door. Her eyes darkened when she stood at the door.

This little slut will judge the situation and deliberately fall on Xu Yimo to win sympathy. It's really hateful!

Squinting eyes, her beautiful and gentle eyes hide deep malicious, however, I will never let it all go, Xu Yimo can only be her person!

The next day, Lin Xiahua opened her eyes in a daze, and saw the familiar layout, the familiar lavender fragrance in the air, and the dazzling sunshine on the balcony, which fell on the lush lavender.

This potted flower was planted by her. She thought he could see his careful thinking, but she found that he was indifferent and even unwilling to look at her more. How could he pay attention to these details?

When she got up, her forehead hurt a little. She raised her hand and rubbed it. She decided to leave as soon as possible.

No matter what she came here for yesterday, everything here seems to ridicule her ignorance and humbleness.

Suddenly, the door suddenly opens. Lin Xiahua subconsciously looks towards the door, and sees Xu Yimo with breakfast in his hand, standing tall and straight at the door. There is not too much expression on a cold face.

Looking at the breakfast in his hand, Lin Xiahua was slightly stunned. Unexpectedly, he would come over with breakfast in person. The two people's eyes crossed in the air for a short time. She quickly looked away.

Xu Yimo put the hot porridge on one side of the table, cold eyes coldly glanced at her: "this is the breakfast for you."

His voice was thin and distant as ever.

Lin Xiahua's clear eyes flitted past him, and he fell on the bowl of hot porridge, picking eyebrows to sneer: "you don't have to be so polite."

Sometimes people will be in a trance, a corner of his heart has its own status.

"You think too much." His cold voice didn't have any temperature, and his black eyes looked at her coldly: "you are still the nominal wife of the Xu family. If outsiders hear that Mrs. Xu died of starvation, it's not good."

It turned out that he was just trying to explain something to the outside. In fact, her life and death were never important to him.

In some ways, he may wish he were dead.

In this way, no one will continue to disturb the feelings between him and Lin Doukou, and there will be no shackles of marriage binding his every move.

Lin Xiahua sometimes hates herself for being too stupid and naive. She always looks forward to some demons, even if she knows that she doesn't love her at all.

Take a deep breath, she raised her eyes, has cleverly covered up the heart of that kind of sour, pulled the corner of the lip, eyes light looking at him: "you don't worry, I died also won't say because of the Xu family, just because I'm too naive."

With that, she got up and went out. Xu Yimo narrowed her dangerous and deep eyes, quickly and accurately grasped her wrist, spun her body and pressed her hard on the bed.

Lin Xia flower heart in a surprised, stare round eyes tightly stare at in front of slightly sulky man: "what do you want to do?"

"Where are you going?" His dark eyes were mingled with the smell of evil, his eyes were staring at her coldly, and his voice was terrible.

"It's none of your business where I go?" She gave a cold hum, deliberately staggered his aggressive line of sight, looked to one side, suddenly, her chin was tightly clasped, forced to his line of sight.

"I'm looking for your old faces, OK? Use your skilful skills to serve enthusiastically in bed, and then take it down... "

"Pa!"

The quiet and tight air was suddenly smashed by a slap. Lin Xiahua looked at the man in front of him in some consternation, his eyes trembled, and some of them were distracted.

The hot feeling of the fingertips and the tightening of the strength on her chin made her eyes red, but she was still biting her teeth and staring at him.

Like a knife in general, doing a weak resistance.

Xu Yimo pinched her chin, the knuckles of her fingers turned white, and her dark eyes turned inward with a huge anger. How dare this woman beat herself?

She has always been very clever, or is a pair of indifferent and pure appearance, looking at is always so clean.

Is it more and more unbearable now? Began to stretch out their own claws, can't wait to all hands?

"How do you feel after playing?" His cold black eyes were staring at her, his voice was cold and terrible, and the air around him was more like an ice kiln.Lin Xiahua bited her lips, turned her head and said nothing.

The man's evil eyes are more deep. He is disgusted by her indifferent appearance. It seems that everything is indifferent. It's like a silent knife, which makes his heart inexplicably uncomfortable.

Suddenly, he bowed his head and gave her a fierce kiss. Lin Xiahua was stunned for a moment, but soon recovered and subconsciously resisted his touch.

"Well..."

Breathing a little bit by his overbearing pull away, her fingers weak want to push him, the body is in his body a little bit of soft down.

His fierce breath swept her city a little bit, every inch with a strong anger, but every time she was defeated, this time, she never!

Xiumei wrinkled, and she bit his thin lip hard. While he was distracted by the pain, she suddenly tried to push away the man on her body, but she met something coldly, and then a kind of hot sticky touch stimulated her nerves.

"PATA..."

She drew back her hand suddenly, but saw a blister on the tip of her finger. The bowl of porridge was broken on the ground. Maybe it was just accidentally touched in her confusion.

White porridge spilled on the ground, bowl of broken porcelain, looks particularly embarrassed.

Xu Yimo looks at the blister on her finger tip, and her sword eyebrows are tightly twisted. He reaches out and grabs her wrist. He looks carefully, but Lin Xiahua subconsciously avoids it.

"You don't have to be hypocritical." She took a cold look at him, and subconsciously clenched her fingers. The sharp and hot pain of the fingertips spread to the bone marrow.

The big hand in the air pauses. Xu Yi's tight and handsome face is more and more cold and dark. He is so cold that he refuses people thousands of miles away.

"Hypocrisy?" Xu Yimo picked eyebrows, sexy thin lips that cold bloodthirsty sneer more indifferent: "these years, the real hypocrisy is you!"