Lu Qiao watched a TV series, because the plot was too bloody, so he couldn't help but keep complaining about the male lead in it while watching it.

The male in the play will beat the female lead if he doesn't take the initiative, but every time he still acts like he has a deep-rooted love for the female lead and is extremely affectionate.

Lu Qiao couldn't understand this, and when he saw such a plot in the play, he complained to him: "This play is so fake, the male lead can't tell that he loves the female lead at all, how could there be deep love?" People who love each other will be willing to do something to their lover?"

She said: "What is love? In my opinion, love is tolerance and tolerance. If you really love someone, no matter how much the other person does or how annoying they are, even if you can't bear it anymore, you will not be willing to be with the other person." Hands on."

"If you love someone, you want to lift him up to the sky. How could you do something that hurts the other person?"

He still remembers what Lu Qiao said at that time, she said to him: "Anyone who is willing to fight with the other party is either not loving enough, or not loving at all..."

Lu Qiao had never really fought with him, even when she was the most irrational, she was the one who stabbed herself.

But now, holding the desk lamp, she was able to throw it on his head without hesitation, and she spared no effort at all.

Does this mean that Lu Qiao doesn't love him at all.

Thinking of this, for some reason, Huo Yan's heart suddenly panicked for no reason.

I don't love it at all.

These few words, every single sound stabbed into Huo Yan's heart like a sharp knife.

Lu Qiao doesn't like him anymore, and now she really wants to treat him as a stranger.

Guessing this, Huo Yan was not as indifferent as he imagined, flustered, and even in pain.For a moment, Huo Yan almost thought that he had some serious heart disease.

Silently tightening his hands, Huo Yan looked out the window blankly, the moon was covered by dark clouds, and the night sky outside the window was dark...

Huo Yan didn't sleep all night because of Lu Qiao's affairs, and early the next morning, he hurried out to find Lu Qiao.

Lu Qiao didn't want to see Huo Yan at all, and now she wished she could kill him, how could she meet him calmly.

The doorbell kept ringing, and the noisy Qin Suhui couldn't continue to catch up on the manuscript, "Who is it, Liu disturbed the people in the early morning."

Qin Su walked back to the entrance and was about to open the door.

Lu Qiao stopped her and said in a deep voice, "Don't drive."

Qin Su asked, "What's the matter? Do you know the person outside the door?"

"Well, it's my enemy."

Lu Qiao looked in the direction of the door with dark eyes.

Qin Suhui heard the words and removed his hand from the door lock, "Let him hold it here, if it doesn't work, report to warn him to disturb the people."

Last night Lu Qiao came back in a mess, half of his clothes were torn, Qin Suhui could easily guess what happened.

Seeing Lu Qiao's unhappy face, she hugged Lu Qiao distressedly. She comforted her and said, "It's okay, it's okay, don't even try to move a finger when I'm here. Anyone who dares to move, I'll be with you." Desperate."

Embracing Qin Suhui tightly, she said in a muffled voice, "I will never forgive him, never."

Qin Su coaxed her back: "Okay, if you don't forgive, we will hate him and never forgive him."

Outside, the weather changed suddenly, and it rained heavily. Lu Qiao looked at the door that was still ringing the doorbell, the hatred in his eyes rolled, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

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