When the core loves dressed as a static book

Seeing Xin Ai's lonely look, Che Chengjun felt a pain in his heart, and strode to Xin Ai's side: "It's okay, Jingshu, no matter what kind of clothes you want, I will buy them for you."

The corner of Xin Ai's mouth twitched, what kind of trouble did this guy suddenly show up.

And Han Youli's expression changed the moment she heard Che Chengjun's words. The biggest blow to her was naturally not Xin Ai's counterattack, but Che Chengjun's attitude.

Han Youli intends to provoke and deliberately say that Xin Ai doesn't care about the skirt she is wearing. She thought it would have a good effect, but the result is completely opposite.

For Che Chengjun's enthusiasm, Xin Ai's heart moved slightly, if Che Chengjun didn't have his heart on Han Jingshu, he would be considered a good man.

"It's okay, I'll just wear this one, and I still think this style of clothes is more suitable for me." After growing up, Xin Ai's dressing style tends to be simple, although this white skirt on her has many patterns , but relatively speaking, she still prefers this white dress.

Che Chengjun looked at Xin Ai, and had to say that this dress was indeed more suitable for Xin Ai, but when he looked at her, he didn't have the surprise and throbbing before, he just admired her.

"Since Jingshu likes it, I'll buy you more clothes of this style in the future." Che Chengjun said with a smile, he still decided to follow the other party's choice.

Han Youli felt resentful in her heart, the hand hanging by her side had already clenched into a fist, Jingshu Jingshu Jingshu, why is Han Jingshu the only one in everyone's heart, Brother Chengjun is like this, so is Dad, how can she not compare to Jingshu book?

From the corner of Xin Ai's eyes, she noticed Han Youli's hateful eyes, and she was a little startled. It seems that although Han Youli's IQ is not very high, she is definitely a cruel person, even if she is not a master now, In the future, we still have to pay more attention to Han Youli.

Thinking of this, Xin Ai looked at Che Chengjun: "No need, Brother Chengjun, I have enough clothes now, how about this, if I have anything I like in the future, I will tell Brother Chengjun, can you buy it for me? "Although she said so, Xin Ai made up her mind that she would never ask Che Chengjun to help her buy clothes.

Judging from the situation yesterday and today, Che Chengjun raised his heart after he said those words. In his opinion, the possibility that Xin Ai will refuse is very high, so when he heard that Xin Ai did not directly refuse He also breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and said: "Well, if you need anything in the future, you must tell me, you don't need to be polite with me, you know?"

"Ah."

Several people exchanged pleasantries for a while, then Che Chengjun's cell phone rang, and after chatting for a few words, Che Chengjun stood up.

"There are guests at home, and my mother told me to go back, so I will go back first."

Professor Han stood up quickly: "Okay, then you can go back first, and come to my house to play next time you have time."

"Sure," Che Chengjun smiled, and looked at Xin Ai again, "Then Jingshu, I'll pick you up from school tomorrow, don't forget to wait for me."

Just as Xin Ai was about to say something, it suddenly occurred to her that she still didn't know where Han Jingshu's school was, so she nodded along the way.

Seeing that Xinai nodded, Che Chengjun immediately showed a satisfied smile, and walked out of Han's house with a smile.

After eating, Xin Ai and Han Youli went back to the room one after the other.

As soon as she entered the room, Han Youli grabbed the home clothes beside the bed and rushed into the dressing room. When she came out, she had already grabbed the skirt in her hand. As if she had a grudge against that dress, she crumpled it up and threw it directly on Xinai's bed.

Xin Ai squinted at the crumpled skirt on the bed, and quickly withdrew her gaze, sat at the desk and took out a book to read leisurely.

Han Youli rushed to Xin Ai, pulled out the book in her hand and threw it on the ground, roaring: "Are you doing it on purpose? You deliberately made me look ugly in front of Brother Chengjun."

Xin Ai crossed Erlang's legs and looked at Han Youli coldly: "What if I say no?" She only knew that many of Han Jingshu's clothes were bought by Che Chengjun, but she didn't know that those clothes were actually tailor-made for Han Jingshu. If she knew, she would keep her eyes open to Han Youli's jokes.

"I don't believe it," Han Youli roared, "You must have done it on purpose. Brother Cheng Jun obviously made that dress for you. You still didn't tell me, but you saw me wearing that dress in front of Brother Cheng Jun. Like a clown in front of you."

Xin Ai shrugged, and said helplessly, "You chose that dress yourself. Did I intervene in the middle?" Clothes are about as high as 90.00% likely.

Hearing Xin Ai's words, Han Youli also hesitated a little, but seeing Xin Ai's appearance of having nothing to do with herself, she was still angry: "I don't care, it's all your fault, if you are really kind You should have told me when I picked out that dress, so that I wouldn't make a fool of myself in front of Brother Chengjun."

Xin Ai looked at Han Youli with a smile that was not a smile, and really wondered if she had broken her brain. Based on the relationship between the two, she was stupid to remind her aloud.

"If there is a next time, I will definitely say it." Xin Ai said seriously. Han Youli suffered a loss once, and she will not borrow clothes to wear next time. The so-called next time is naturally a problem of clothes. As for other things , she will never be designed for nothing.

After all, Han Youli is still young, and she didn't have much doubt when she heard Xin Ai's words. She just warned: "If there is another time, I will definitely make you look good."

Xinai raised her eyebrows, noncommittal to Han Youli's warning.

In the afternoon, Tai Meiluo took Han Youli out. Xin Ai had been sorting out Han Jingshu's things since she had nothing to do. When she saw the family portrait, she remembered what she thought of yesterday again in her mind, and suddenly had the urge to want to Go check it out.

Professor Han went out to meet friends, Tai Meiluo and Han Youli also went out, Han Taihua saw no one except when eating, Xin Ai went downstairs and looked at the empty living room and still felt a little lonely, no matter whether this era is the past or not, she It's no longer love.

Sitting on the sofa, Xinai picked up the phone and dialed the number that had been buried in her heart for a long time.

"Beep - beep - beep -" every beep sounds like a magic sound to Xin Ai's ears. Since the number can be dialed, it means that the number exists and can be connected.

"Hi, hello, this is Cui's house, do you want to order takeaway?"

A familiar voice came from the other side of the microphone, and Xin Ai quickly covered her mouth to prevent her voice from being transmitted from the microphone to the other side.

Hearing that there was no sound coming from here, the other party's voice sounded again: "Hi, hello, would you like to order takeaway?"

Xin Ai always thought that she was strong enough, but when she heard this voice, she still had mixed emotions from the bottom of her heart.

With a snap, Xin Ai hung up the phone and put it back, sat on the sofa with her legs bent, and buried her head down.

Compared with Mrs. Yin, Xin Ai still prefers to call Mother Cui a mother. Even before returning to Yin's house, she always disliked Mother Cui and complained about why the family was so poor.

On the other side, Mother Cui hung up the phone strangely.

"Mom, who is calling?" the meek female voice asked curiously.

"I don't know who it is, but that girl seems to be crying. Maybe something happened and she's so sad." Cui's mother shook her head. A low whimper was discernible among the murmurs.

"I heard that many people want to eat when they are sad, probably because they want to eat delicious food, it should be fine," the girl comforted, "Mom, you are tired too, take a rest first, the rest I'll do it."

Cui's mother subconsciously hammered her shoulders, but said in her mouth: "I'm not tired, and there are quite a lot of things left. Xin loves you for being so careless. I really don't feel at ease and leave the rest of the things to you."

"It's okay, Mom, just rest assured, I can do it well," the girl pushed Mama Cui to sit on the stool, and looked at her with a smile, "I've grown up, and I always have to do it for my mother." It’s better to share some.”

"Xinai," Cui's mother took the girl's hand. Although she always spoke viciously, she still couldn't say any vicious words when facing the smiling girl, "Your illness is just right, how can you be so tired? And A girl's hands are very precious, and my mother can no longer give you a good life, and can't make your hands rough."

"It's okay, Mom, it's just washing the dishes." The girl looked at Mama Cui with a smile, and without waiting for Mama Cui's reaction, she sat down and started washing the dishes.

Sitting on a small stool, the girl had a contented smile on her face. She hadn't felt maternal love for a long time, but now she felt it from Mama Cui. Although Mama Cui sometimes spoke fiercely, But she really loves Xinai, but she is not Cui Xinai, but Han Jingshu.

Han Jingshu, who was washing the dishes with her head down, had red eyes, and tears fell from her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Xinai, Mama Cui is really nice. I'm really happy these days, but if you show up, I will return Mama Cui to you immediately." Han Jingshu said silently in her heart, remembering the time when she just woke up. Cui's mother cared for and cared for her carefully, and it was easy to think of her mother who was far away in heaven.

In her previous life, Han Jingshu always thought that she was living in happiness, but later she discovered that everything was not as she thought. When she died due to the spread of eye cancer, she suddenly began to feel hatred, hate Tai Meiluo, hate Han Youli even hates Han Tae-hwa, if it wasn't for them, maybe she would have the most perfect life, but this is not enough, she repeatedly told herself not to have such a mentality.

Han Jingshu, who has always been in conflict, chose to remain silent when she knew that she could find those acquaintances, and acted like an ostrich. For the time being, she did not want to return to her previous life.