The husband and wife are not very good

While driving the car, Lan Zhimian observed the person in the passenger seat, seeing that he made it clear that he didn't want to speak, so he wisely didn't dare to speak.

Today in the hospital, when he saw the intimacy between Zhan Liran and Gu Junchen when he was talking to him, he felt envious and deeply frustrated. He thought they had been together for several months, and in the middle There is another paper marriage bound, so they should be the closest pair of people.

But 'Mo Nianxi' who was beside Zhan Liran and Gu Junchen made him feel that this person was alive and could talk and laugh. This recognition made him feel a little bitter.

He didn't understand what he did wrong, or what he did wrong, as long as the two of them got along, this person would act like he was not close to strangers, and avoided talking about gossip, so he didn't know what he should do. What to do, what to do to slowly influence such a 'Mo Nianxi', he can even talk and laugh with Lei Yao who has not met many times, why can't it be his turn, he is really like this Hate yourself?

Once again pretending to look in the rearview mirror and glancing at the person in the driver's seat, Lan Zhimian felt that his heart was going to go cold. He didn't want to talk to him at all, didn't want to see him at all, so he turned his body Did it slowly twist outward?

Looking at the silhouette of 'Mo Nianxi', Lan Zhimian felt that he was far away from him. He wanted to step forward and push away all the obstacles that stood between them, but those obstacles seemed to be pushed away by someone. Controlled the general, he only felt that he was pushing more and more, and in the end he could only see a trace of 'Mo Nianxi' from those gaps.

He was very afraid of this feeling, he felt that he was going to be tormented crazy by this distance, but every time he wanted to hold someone in his arms and ask why, the moment he touched the pair of hair With emotionless eyes, the words he wanted to ask were directly blocked in his throat, giving him an urge to escape.

He hoped that those eyes would cry, laugh and be angry when they looked at him, even if it was just a sarcastic look, he just hoped that it wouldn't be like looking at a stranger.

Rubbing vigorously the hand on the thigh, Lan Zhimian gritted his teeth, and directly grasped Zheng Shujin's hand on the side. When he realized that the hand wanted to break free, Lan Zhimian used it a little. With some strength, he clenched that hand tightly in his own.

Zheng Shujin's face was pale, and he didn't have much strength to break free from Lan Zhimian's hand. He has been active for too long today, and it's time for his body to rest. Although he didn't stand for long in a day, he was almost sitting , but being able to persist for so long is already his limit.

Turning his head slightly to look at the hand that was being held, Zheng Shujin buried his head on his shoulder again, he knew how ugly his face was without looking at it, he was really worried that Lan Zhimian would go straight to him after seeing her. Pulling him back to the hospital, lowering his eyes, Zheng Shujin carefully turned his body sideways again, and directly gave Lan Zhimian a back, thinking, so that he would not be able to see it no matter what.

Seeing that 'Mo Nianxi' was no longer struggling, Lan Zhimian was overjoyed, the hand holding him unconsciously moved, and rubbed the back of his hand a few times, Lan Zhimian wanted to give him away Pulling on my side, I want to get closer to him.

But when he saw that this person was not struggling and immediately gave himself a back view impatiently, he was still a little surprised just now, as if he had been stabbed by someone, it was a bit painful, he still didn't like it If he has any contact with himself, he should really hate himself.

Looking down at the hand that was being held by him, Lan Zhimian was holding onto it tightly and didn't let go, it was the only thing he could hold on to, as long as he held this hand, he could still deceive himself, He lied to himself that their relationship was not as bad as he imagined, they were actually pretty good, if you don't believe me, look, isn't that hand lying in his palm obediently?

Taking a deep breath, Lan Zhimian stopped looking at the clasped hands, because after watching for a long time, he no longer believed so firmly.