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Outside the door, Xu Yimo stood at the door of the apartment, thinking of the scene he had just seen, his eyes were cold and terrible, and he reached for the phone.

In the room.

Lin Xiahua lowers her head and drinks the soup absently. Suddenly, her mobile phone is buzzing and shaking. She takes it out and has a look. When she sees Xu Yimo's three words, her eyes darken and she slides the hang up button.

Then, the phone again dial over, Lin Xiahua took a look, frowned, simply directly shut down.

"What's the matter?" Mingjiang looks at Lin Xiahua's face and asks.

"Nothing. A person who doesn't matter. " Lin Xiahua's voice was extremely cold and he continued to drink fish soup with his head down.

This person, seeing or not, is the same. Sometimes it's even more disgusting.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is off."

Outside the door, Xu Yimo stood at the door, looking at the closed door coldly, and his whole body was full of cold and cold breath.

Just now he made two calls to the woman, but the woman pretended not to hear, and deliberately hung up the phone and left him aside.

He stood here, across the door, and heard her evaluation of himself: an insignificant person!

It's so lawless!

Squinting his deep dark eyes, he stepped back and directly kicked open the door and stood at the door.

Suddenly came the loud sound, Lin Xiahua just swallowed a mouthful of fish soup almost did not spray out, she turned her head and looked at the door of the man suddenly appeared, but did not dare to see his cold and terrible face.

Xu Yimo came in and went directly to Mingjiang. He glanced at the lunch box on the table, picked his eyebrows and looked at Mingjiang coldly: "this is the fish soup you made for my wife?"

His voice sounds very casual, and his face doesn't seem to have any ups and downs, but there is a hidden chill.

Lin Xiahua noticed his unhappiness, put down the soup in his hand, turned and looked at him, pursed his lips and said, "do you want to drink with me?"

Finish saying, Lin Xiahua looks at the man to move over, that as if want to eat the person's general vision, have some regrets, she shouldn't talk more here.

Xu Yimo's dark and deep eyes gave her a cold look, and his thin lips raised a cold radian: "good."

Said, he attached to carry the fish soup, in two people's sight, directly threw to the side of the trash can.

Lin Xiahua looks at him incredulously. Mingjiang's face changes, and his eyes look at Xu Yimo angrily: "Mr. Xu, it's too much for you to do this."

Xu Yimo scoffed and hooked his lips. He stepped forward and grabbed Mingjiang's collar. He swung his fist impolitely on Mingjiang's face.

The face is burning pain, Ming Jiang already see Xu Yimo is not pleasing to the eye, at the moment spit out a mouthful of blood foam, is also holding Xu Yimo collar want to fight back in the past.

Xu Yimo's eyes flashed a cold light, quickly avoided his fist, backhand easily grabbed his wrist, backhand Yining, accompanied by stuffy hum, the voice of bone fracture in the air is strange clear.

"Ming Jiang!" Lin Xiahua exclaimed, rushed to see the injury on his body, but was stopped by Xu Yimo and threw it on the sofa.

"Xu Yimo! What are you mad about Lin Xiahua falls on the sofa. When he looks back, he sees Xu Yimo holding Mingjiang's collar, and Jun's face is full of cold.

"I warned you before, don't touch my people."

Ming Jiang endured the pain of his wrist, and his expression was twisted because of the pain. But his black eyes were bright and looked at Xu Yimo: "so do you love her? Are you good to her? You don't deserve to be with her again

Lin Xiahua looked at Xu Yimo's eyes, but did not step forward.

She suddenly some gratitude Mingjiang, he asked himself has not the courage to ask for many years, at the moment, she inexplicably a little nervous expectation.

After all these years, does Xu Yimo love her or not?

"Whether I love her or not is different from whether I own her or not." Xu Yimo clenched Mingjiang's hand tightly, his deep black eyes were frightful: "people like you don't even have the qualification to get her."

Said, he stretched out his hand cold bar, Mingjiang shake off, look at him coldly: "if you don't want to be interrupted by me, then disappear in front of my eyes as soon as possible."

Mingjiang shivers with anger. He takes a deep look at Xu Yimo, and his eyes fall on Lin Xiahua. When he sees Lin Xiahua's deviated sight, he feels that a string in his mind suddenly breaks.

Taking a deep breath, holding his injured wrist, he turned and left the apartment.

Xu Yimo stepped forward slowly and closed the door coldly behind him.

Lin Xiahua sat on the sofa, his eyes were watching him warily, and his hand was shaking slightly.

She also understood what he said just now. She was just a kind of object in his eyes. Therefore, she didn't deserve to love or not, and she never thought about it.Maybe all his love is given to another woman, so he can't even see himself at all.

After closing the door, Xu Yimo turns and walks to Lin Xiahua. His figure is very oppressive. At the moment, his cold eyes are as terrible as the dark night emperor.

Lin Xiahua stares round and stares at him tightly, until he approaches him, hands on both sides of him, and she is trapped on the sofa.

He was cold and angry. Lin Xiahua bit his lip and looked at him. He wanted to say something, but he felt that his throat was blocked by God.

"Why don't you answer my phone?" His voice was dark and deep, as sharp as a knife.

Lin Xiahua avoided his sharp sight, bited his lips bitterly and looked at other places.

Xu Yimo hates Lin Xiahua's appearance of deliberately avoiding. It seems that she is wronged, but she seems to have forgotten her identity. It is clear that he has indulged her enough.

"You just said I'm a nobody?" He continued to ask, but the tone was colder and more frightening.

Xu Yimo frowned, reached out and grabbed her chin, pulled her face to herself, forcing her to look at herself.

"Speak to me!"

His angry voice came, and Lin Xiahua's eyes trembled. Looking at his handsome face, she felt that she could not say anything.

Take a deep breath, she looked at Xu Yimo hoarse throat way: "then, in your eyes, I am your who?"

Xu Yimo looked at her slightly a Zheng, random lips hook up a contemptuous smile: "of course, is a substitute."

"So, you think I'm just an object, so what else can I think of you?" Lin Xiahua looked at him and his voice trembled slightly.

She imagined that she had asked him this question for countless times, and his answer was not unexpected, but it made her feel confused.

For so many years, it's just a substitute for Lin Doukou. Does he think about Lin Doukou's body every time he's bullying himself?

It seems that this problem baffled Xu Yimo. He picked his eyebrows. A touch of irritability surged up in his black eyes, and coldly released her: "you do it yourself!"

With that, he turned away from the apartment and slammed the door.