I don't deserve your love

Shen Moli's clear tears immediately fell, but she stubbornly refused to cry.

He called her Mrs. Chen?

He said he missed her?

Still thinking about it?

It's all bullshit.

It was all lying to her, and as soon as she returned to him, as soon as he forgave him, he would immediately make her regret what she had done tonight.

She can't be soft towards a person like him, otherwise it will be her own punishment.

"Would you like to come home with me?"

He pleads behind her back.

Shen Moli took a deep breath, raised her hand and wiped her tears vigorously: "Come on, I won't believe you again."

"I treat Liang Yu as a friend."

"You also said that to Liang Yu in the antique shop, right? I, Shen Moli, and you are just in love with each other."

"..."

Chen wanted to laugh, but held her shoulder even tighter.

She didn't believe him, and he knew it.

But he couldn't hide these words.

"When you left, I told myself every night, I don't need to miss you, you are just a woman, there are so many women in the world, but Jasmine, the more I tell myself that, the more I miss you."

In my mind, the words Shen Moli have never been mentioned.

Shen Moli would still cry, but she still found it funny.

How much of what he said is true?

He put her on the sofa, and when he looked up, he saw the tiredness in her eyes, he raised his hand to wipe her, seeing her still stubborn eyes, he just smiled lightly and said: "Shall we go home? "

Shen Moli's cell phone rang in the direction of the bathroom.

Put it on the sink while showering.

Shen Moli ignored him, got up and ran towards the bathroom.

Chen Xiang never knew that Shen Moli was so difficult to coax. In the past, she really didn't need him to work so hard.

She wouldn't be as miserable as he thought.

She once said that she loved him even if he was the biggest villain in the world.

But now...

This woman really doesn't count.

Or she just forgot.

She sometimes has a bad memory.

Shen Moli went out after answering the phone. He was already standing close to the door and asked her, "Is the surname Lu?"

"Could it be that Mr. Chen is talking about our Brother Cheng? His name is Lu Yicheng."

"Heh, are you upset that I called him Lu?"

"Yes, how can you say that you are also a highly educated person, and you are the father of Jelly. You don't know how to respect others, and you will make people think that Jelly's living environment is bad and inferior."

"..."

Chen Xiang felt that she was really rude to him now.

She would hurt him as much as she could.

But how should I put it, he read her circle of friends.

She only had his photo in her circle of friends, and that photo was well taken.

He couldn't help looking at her so straight again, and then he was about to get closer.

Just as soon as his legs moved, Shen Moli raised her hand: "It's getting late, I agreed that you will sleep on the sofa, good night."

Shen Moli turned around and went back to her room coolly.

Chen Xiang watched her back disappear into that familiar door, and an inexplicable cold wind blew through her heart.

It's really cold to be alone.

He frowned, he didn't believe that Shen Moli could sleep well by herself.

but……

In the middle of the night, he heard a man's voice from her bedroom at the door, and after careful identification, he knew that she was listening to cross talk.

Ah.

Nice night life.

He even felt now that there might be melon seeds and black tea in her room.

Maybe she is sitting by the window, eating melon seeds and listening to cross talk, she is a person who is very good at so-called romance, so there may be candlelight.

But in fact, nothing.

She was lying on the bed alone, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, so she swiped her phone while listening to cross talk.

I don't know how many people are like her in the middle of the night, boringly swiping various software in the phone over and over again, and don't put down the phone until they are really sleepy.

The cross talk made the room not too cold, and then she gradually fell asleep.

It was already past two o'clock in the middle of the night when it started to rain outside.

Chen Xiang stood on the balcony outside, smoked a cigarette, and then stared at the little flowers and grasses she raised.

Well, she still understands life.

When dawn came, he had just fallen asleep.

Shen Moli got up early to go to the construction site, and when she saw him lying there, she left quietly without making a sound.

-

Just waiting for her to come back at night, smell the food in the house, and...

"Cough, cough, cough."

There are people in the kitchen.

If she put it on the shoe cabinet at the door and walked in, there would really be someone in the kitchen.

The man was wearing casual clothes and was cooking.

She was a little dazed. He was coughing while cooking.

Sure, he'd lean over to cover his cough with his arm, but...

"Why are you still here? Chen thought?"

Her voice wasn't too loud anymore, because she was really shocked.

Chen Xiang saw her in a blink of an eye and said, "I'll make you dinner, go wash your hands and wait to eat."

Shen Moli didn't say anything, went to wash her hands and went back to the restaurant to sit down.

He had already put two dishes and one soup in front of her.

Shen Moli looked at the soup and rice on the table, and then at him, and he coughed again.

"what happened to you?"

Shen Moli saw that he was not in the right state.

"I have a bit of a cold. It should be because I caught a cold last night."

"..."

I don't know what's going on, I just feel that it's really wrong for him to behave like this.

She was dull in her heart, and she couldn't tell what kind of boredom it was.

She leaned over, put her hand on his forehead, touched it, and then touched her own.

Chen wanted to look up at her, and he felt that this was not right at all.

In the TV series he watched today, when the male and female characters were testing each other's body temperature, their foreheads were all pressed against their foreheads.

"You seem to have a fever."

She was not in a hurry, but she spoke to him very seriously.

Chen didn't want to take it seriously, he purposely ate his food and said lightly: "It's okay, just take a medicine later and you'll be fine."

"I think you should go to the hospital."

Shen Moli suggested.

Chen wanted to answer her: "I don't want to go, I'm not that weak, so don't worry."

"I'm not worried."

Shen Moli looked at him with doubts in her eyes.

Chen wants to look at her.

"I'm afraid you'll infect me."

Shen Moli looked frightened.

"..."

Chen Xiang's heart felt as if someone had forcibly stuffed it full of ice cubes, and they were all square, which made his heart ache.

"Infection also requires conditions, and it is not possible to be infected by eating a meal together."

Chen Xiang reminded her dissatisfied.

Seeing that he suddenly became cold, Shen Moli imagined the possibilities he said, then silently lowered her head and ate a mouthful of rice, "To be on the safe side, I suggest you go to the hospital as soon as possible after eating."

"Don't see me during this time, and don't go home to see your son."

"..."

Chen Xiang looked at her, and finally put down his chopsticks angrily.

Shen Moli watched him put down the chopsticks, and then cared for him, "What's wrong? I'm so uncomfortable that I can't eat anymore? How about I find someone to pick you up and go to the hospital now."

"Shen Moli, can you not go too far?"

"How did I go too far?"

"I'm still your legal husband. It's not good for you if I die, or do you just want to be a widow at all?"

"..."

Shen Moli looked at him.

He thought of her so viciously.

She is very kind.

She never thought of asking him to die, he would never want to wrong her.

But being a widow...

just forget it.

"How did I catch a cold? What can you do if you care about me?"

Chen wanted to question her.

"What's wrong with me? Haven't I been caring about you? I've been telling you to go to the hospital, and I'm telling you not to delay, and I have to find someone to pick you up. If you don't appreciate it, how can you blame me?"

Shen Moli asked him 'naively'.