Hear the sound of flowers blooming in my heart

Xia Xiyue returned to the room angrily.

He actually called himself an idiot?

Haha, no one has ever dared to talk to her like this since she was a child.

Before, others were very careful and cautious when talking to her, for fear of offending Miss Xia.

How dare he scold her so blatantly.

What cousin? He’s just a trash gangster.

Xia Xiyue pouted, her eyes were fierce, and she went crazy. She threw the clothes she had taken off to the ground and kicked them hard a few times.

At night, Xia Xiyue lay on a strange bed, smelling the stale smell of the quilt.

Tossing and turning, unable to sleep at night.

She was used to her bed, and this wooden bed was so hard that it hurt her bones.

What's more, Xiao Lingling, such a careless person, only gave her a quilt.

She couldn't tell whether it was a quilt or a mattress.

She looked at the flickering light bulb above her head, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, there was a woman's ecstatic moan and a man's heavy breathing, which seemed particularly clear in the quiet night.

Xia Xiyue listened carefully for a while before she understood what was going on.

It must be Xiao Lingling and her husband.

There is nothing wrong with a couple sleeping together, but it is not good if it affects others.

Xia Xiyue had never encountered such a thing as her parents, or maybe she had no chance to do so at all.

Because her house and her parents' house are too far away, and each house is very big, the sound can't travel that far.

In this room that was so close that there was only a wall between them, their voices were particularly abrupt and harsh.

Just like a live broadcast!

Awkwardness and embarrassment filled the room.

pain!

torment!

……

Xiao Yiye was lying on the bed playing with his cell phone with a cigarette in his mouth.

Suddenly, his handsome brows frowned again and again, his mouth straightened, and his anger soared.

Through the window, I saw that the light in the small house on the second floor was still on.

He sat up suddenly, threw his cell phone onto the bed, and walked upstairs.

After going upstairs, I found that Xia Xiyue's door was not closed, but just open.

Looking up, Xiao Yiye saw Xia Xiyue curled up in the corner of the bed, covering her ears with her hands, with a painful expression and looking pitiful.

He suddenly thought of Xia Xiyue standing on the roadside crying sadly.

Lonely and pitiful, weak and helpless.

He recalled what Xiao Lingling had said to him at night: "Xiyue's father is a high-ranking official in Beijing, higher than our county magistrate and mayor. Her family used to be well off. But now her father is dead, and her mother ran off with a foreign man. ... We raised her for two years, and then she went to college, and there was nothing for us to do. Anyway, it's just a matter of adding a pair of chopsticks, and she can't eat much as a girl. It's not a big deal, and we can make some money..."

……

The ambiguous sounds between the man and the woman continued.

Xiao Yiye raised his eyes and glared at the next room. He clenched his fists again and again, the blue veins on his hands bulged slowly, and his face looked murderous.

Suddenly, he rushed to the door of the next room, kicked it hard several times, and yelled, "Can you be a little quieter? Are you going to let me sleep?"

Then, Xiao Lingling's voice could be heard from the room, "You idiot, why did you come up here when you're not going to sleep? Why do you care so much..."

Ever since Xia Xiyue met the mother and son, it seemed that they had never spoken a single word to each other.

I don’t know whether it’s the mother who has a problem, or the son, or if both of them have problems.

Suddenly, Xia Xiyue was rudely picked up by Xiao Yiye.

Xiao Yiye grabbed Xia Xiyue's arm with one hand and lifted her up from the bed easily like a little animal.

"What are you doing?" Xia Xiyue opened her eyes and looked at him with suspicion.

Xiao Yiye glanced at her but showed no intention of stopping what he was doing.

"Are you deaf? Can't you hear?"

She is not deaf, she has good hearing and always gets full marks in English listening tests.

But, in this unfamiliar place, what else could she do except curl up in bed and cover her ears?

She really wanted to stand up and confront the man in front of her with confidence.

But what problems can quarreling solve?

No problems can be solved.

The next moment, Xiao Yiye saw that the woman in front of him had red eyes and a layer of mist in her eyes.

A hint of surprise flashed across Xiao Yiye's eyes.

After being stunned for a moment, he casually rolled up the quilt with his other hand and held it in his hand.

The next moment, Xia Xiyue was dragged downstairs by Xiao Yiye.

Xiao Yi was tall and had long legs, so he went downstairs very quickly. Xia Xiyue couldn't catch up with him, and she stumbled and got her foot stuck in the gap between the stairs.

"Ah!" After a cry of pain, Xia Xiyue fell down on the stairs.

In an instant, the skin on the tender knee was worn away and blood gushed out.

Hearing the sound, Xiao Yiye turned around to see the situation clearly, frowned and cursed under his breath.

"What a fucking nuisance!"

Before Xia Xiyue could react, Xiao Yiye moved sideways, picked up Xia Xiyue in his princess arms, and turned to walk downstairs.

It was the first time that Xia Xiyue was hugged like this by a strange man. She didn't know where to put her hands, so she could only stand stiffly in the air.

She secretly raised her head and glanced up at the man who was so close to her.

Xiao Yiye's sexy and firm Adam's apple was right in front of her, sliding slowly, as if she could touch it if her eyelashes fluttered.

Looking further up, you can see Xiao Yiye's smooth and clear jawline, which looks like it was sculpted through plastic surgery, perfect and impeccable.

Further up, when Xia Xiyue looked at Xiao Yiye's lips, he ruthlessly, heavily, and mercilessly threw her onto the bed.

Her buttocks felt as if they were split open, but Xia Xiyue just frowned, pursed her lips and said nothing.

After all, the painful part was a bit sensitive, and she didn't want to scream in pain to the ferocious man in front of her.

"Where is this?" Xia Xiyue looked around.

A strange room, everything is strange.

"My room." Xiao Yinye's eyes were deep and his face was expressionless. After he said that, he grabbed the phone on the bed and put it in his pocket.

"Ah, I sleep with you?..."

Xiao Yiye's lips drew a cold arc, and he said coldly: "You think too much."

He turned around and took out a box from the cabinet, and then he added casually: "And, for you..."

Xiao Yiye raised his head and glanced at Xia Xiyue. It was undeniable that the woman had a good figure, but he changed the subject and said, "Not interested."

The next second, Xia Xiyue was petrified.

No, what does he mean? Does he mean that she has a bad figure?

As a woman, I feel deeply insulted when a man comments like this.

Xia Xiyue curled her lips and sneered.

The next second, Xiao Yiye opened the box, stretched out his long legs, picked up a stool with his feet, moved it over, and sat down to treat Xia Xiyue's wound.

When the iodine touched the wound, Xia Xiyue unconsciously retracted her legs.

Xiao Yiye impatiently grabbed her calf, not giving her a chance to retreat.

Xia Xiyue took a look at the box, which contained all kinds of medicines for traumatic injuries.

"you are a doctor?"

"No."

"Then why do you have so many medicines?"

Xiao Yiye wiped it twice quickly and threw the cotton swab into the trash can. He stood up and asked in a bad tone, "Check the household registration?"

"..."

Xia Xiyue was speechless and choked.

Will this person die if he says something nice?

"I'm going to sleep upstairs." Xiao Yiye said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked out of the room with his long legs, not giving Xia Xiyue any chance to refuse.

Domineering and overbearing.

It was not until she saw Xiao Yiye go upstairs and turn off the lights that Xia Xiyue began to look carefully at the room.

The room is not big, but bigger than the one upstairs.

A bed, a table, a chair and a cabinet.

Simple and elegant.

Although the things were old, they were cleaned and arranged in an orderly manner, just like his clothes, which were simple but clean.

There are few men who love cleanliness so much.

Xia Xiyue lay on the bed, holding her quilt, opened her eyes and looked at her phone for a while.

No messages or calls.

Her only relative, her mother, has not contacted her once since she left in the afternoon.

Not a single phone call, not a single message, not even a single punctuation mark was given to her.

The implementation of "not caring anything" is quite thorough!

She was just thrown here, with no one caring or paying attention to her.

Ugh!

Pitiful!