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    Xia Xiaoran was inexplicably upset. In the beautifully bound paper bag, in addition to the autographed album of the master she was thinking of, there was also a pair of lambskin gloves, pure black and large men's style, which did not suit her at all, so she couldn't help but  Thinking of the man with a cold and profound face, so deep that it was hard to refuse, she sighed helplessly.

    She walked slowly towards the school. After a while, the phone rang. She took it out and saw that it was Su Xiaomu. She said "Hello", but the other party didn't respond.  The sound of breathing and choking seemed to be crying.  But since she had known Su Xiaomu for more than half a year, she had never seen her cry, so she became anxious all of a sudden.

    She called again tentatively: "Xiao Mu? What's wrong with you?"

    After a while, Su Xiaomu pleaded like a child: "Xiao Rancan you, can you come to the studio to accompany me?"

    "Okay, I'll come right away, you wait for me." Without a word, Xia Xiaoran immediately took a taxi to Su Xiaomu's painting studio in the east of the city.

    As soon as she stepped into the studio, Xia Xiaoran smelled a faint fragrance of lavender, but it was mixed with a strong smell of alcohol. She frowned unconsciously: "Xiaomu?"

    The light was a bit dim, she turned on the chandelier, and the Rongxie light instantly illuminated the spacious room. She saw Su Xiaomu curled up on the sofa in the corner with an extremely pale expression, her hair was disheveled, and there were a few empty ones scattered around her feet.  Beer cans.  A coolness slid across Xia Xiaoran's heart, such a bright and transparent person, how could he suddenly become like this?  It seems as if the wind blows and it will disappear.

    Xia Xiaoran put the bag on the table, went to the rest room attached to the studio, twisted a hot towel, walked quickly to Su Xiaomu and sat down, and wanted to take care of her, but she grabbed her hand and took advantage of the situation.  The weight of the whole body is placed on Xiao Ran. At this time, my friend is the reliance and strong backing for the defense.

    "Don't worry, I'm fine, and I'm not drunk." Su Xiaomu said.

    But why not worry?  Xia Xiaoran looked down at her lonely expression, she was clearly too fragile, her eyes were a little sore, but she knew that what Xiao Mu needed at this time was to listen.

    There was no expression on Su Xiaomu's face. She felt that her whole body was numb, and she seemed to mutter to herself: "So I thought that as long as I love him, it's enough. I don't care if he loves me or not. But I forgot my  I'm not a saint, I also have selfishness, seeing how kind he is to her, I'm jealous, I'm going crazy with jealousy."

    "My ten years can't compare to their ten years. I will never win." Su Xiaomu's eyes were like a bottomless ancient well, completely silent.

    As she was talking, she said angrily like a child: "Actually, I don't want much, as long as he can look at me more, really, even if he just smiles at me, I will be happy for a long time.  It's bad, not even satisfying such a small request."

    What Xiaomu said must be her husband Jing Yan, right?

    Xia Xiaoran met Jing Yan at their wedding. He was a very stern man. Even on such a happy day, he was stingy with giving people a smile. He can only be described by a word that is so popular in TV novels, iceberg.  But she knew that Xiao Mu loved that person, to the bottom of her heart, more than life, even though she never mentioned it much.

    Just as she was about to say something, Xiao Mu smiled self-deprecatingly: "But even if he is so bad and doesn't care about me, I still love him. Tell me, am I hopeless?"  She looked at the paintings in the studio, and her expression seemed to be in a trance with some memories, "He may have forgotten, he used to say that I have a talent for painting, and the paintings are beautiful"

    She stretched out her oily hand, and raised the corners of her mouth bitterly. Thinking of today, she was injured at the same time as her, but he only saw that person in his eyes, only cared about that person, and blamed her for not knowing the severity, she immediately felt  I felt like my heart was being run over by a boulder, and I couldn't breathe.

    Then he rambled on for a while.

    Later, Su Xiaomu seemed to have figured it out, and gradually calmed down, but Xiao Ran knew that she was still crying, and did not fall asleep on the sofa until she was tired from crying.  Others say that women are fragile, but they are not. It is women who give men the opportunity to hurt her. In the final analysis, it is love, moths to the flame, and throwing everything away.

    Xia Xiaoran put away her sympathy, fetched a spare blanket and tucked it in for Su Xiaomu, and slowly cleaned up the mess on the floor.  When she had time to sit down and looked sideways, Xiao Mu was still in a deep sleep.

    She was fine anyway, and began to look at this small but well-equipped studio. On the bright yellow wall were Xiaomu's paintings, most of which were warm materials, and in the display cabinet on one side were her published works.  series of hand-painted books.  She has seen most of them, very warm hand-painted style, without a word, it is completely described with lines drawn from the heart.?? stands for being able to be rounded and flattened by anyone.

    The people who come to these high-end flagship stores are all of some status, and their posture makes people look sideways.

    At this time.

    "mom!"

    Su Xiaomu was very upset at first, and was about to get angry, but was distracted by the call. After a closer look, it turned out that her son had found her, and she immediately smiled: "Xiao Yao!" Seeing the man following her son,  Her body shook, why did he follow?

    As if guessing what she was thinking, Jing Yan said lightly: "It has been agreed to celebrate Xiaoyao's birthday together tonight." He was still dressed in restrained black, he was tall and tall, and Su Xiaomu was only 1.65 meters tall.  It's just his armpits.

    Xia Xiaoran pushed her, and she realized that, yes, even if they had a bad fight, he would keep his promise. Besides, in his eyes, his son was the most important thing, so important that he could marry her for his son.

    Jing Yao has already held Su Xiaomu's hand affectionately and stood beside Jing Yan. At first glance, he looks like a happy family of three.

    "Mr. Jing." The sharp-eyed store manager was already waiting respectfully aside, obeying orders.

    On the other hand, Zhou Chen, who is still inexperienced in the world, shouted in a daze, "Mr. Jing?" Except for occasional appearances in financial magazines, he only had a vague profile, and his whereabouts were almost a mystery.  Today I saw a real person, with extraordinary momentum, as long as I stand there, there is no room for others to talk.

    Jing Yan seemed to be transparent when Zhou Chen was, and said lightly: "Don't be as knowledgeable as unimportant people, it will lose your identity."

    Doesn't matter?  The Zhou family is also a talkative family in the capital, but he is so frivolous?  Zhou Chen froze like a fossil in an instant.

    Instead, Su Xiaomu was overjoyed, and immediately forgetfully took his arm and said, "Okay, let's go to eat, don't waste time with them." Only when Jing Yan appeared, Su Xiaomu's world was only him.

    Jing Yan was startled, he didn't refuse her intimate gestures, but Jing Yao was probably the happiest, he didn't forget to turn around and invite Xia Xiaoran: "Miss Xiaoran, it's my birthday today, let's go have dinner together  ?¡±

    Xia Xiaoran was not so ignorant about being a light bulb, she shook her head and said, "I won't go." She pouted in Xiaomu's direction, "I'll make up for your birthday present some other day."

    "Hey." Jing Yao happily responded, and left the flagship store with his parents.

    She glanced at Zhou Chen, who had a livid face, but she was just a girl spoiled by her status and glory. Sometimes she would suffer, so don't be Wang Lan again. In her impression, Zhou Yuemin was still a good person.

    Xia Xiaoran thought of Jing Yan's gentle eyes just now, maybe he might not love Xiaomu, but he hadn't noticed it yet.

    After all, every relationship is unique, and everyone has their own love story.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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