Rich lady vs money-grubbing lover 17

Xihe raised his hand and rubbed his hair: "I'm fine."

Yanzhuang subconsciously looked at Lu Hui, opened his mouth, and said, "Is he okay?"

Lying on the bed, he slept like a dead pig. There was no familiar, fearful, and friendly aura on his body. He felt as if he had become a different person in an instant.

Yan Zhuang frowned, not quite understanding.

Xihe caressed his brows. In fact, if you look carefully, you can still find Liu Yu's figure on him.

Including them before.

It’s just that she never thought about it in that aspect. She always thought that some powerful person was walking in the world, happened to meet her, and chased after her due to fate... But it turned out that it was a question of whether he would be born first, the egg or the chicken. .

After knowing who the other party was, Xihe's worries were instantly put down.

He was still the boy she knew well.

Xihe pulled the young man up and walked towards the door: "He is fine, let's go."

Yanzhuang:? ? ?

"Is this okay?"

"Can."

"He's not angry?"

"He won't be angry if you're not angry."

The door closed and the room became quiet again. The man on the bed turned over and slept peacefully.

Go home in the evening,

Mother Qi quickly asked why Xihe was gone and where was Lu Hui?

Xihe ate fruit and collapsed on the sofa: "I didn't do anything. I just drank some coffee. Then I saw my boyfriend and I left with him."

Mother Qi:? ? ?

With a look of shock on his face: "You just threw people away like this?"

Xihe nodded, otherwise, lying there, three people would be sleeping together?

Mother Qi:......

He was left speechless by her operation.

He waved his hands and said feebly: "Okay, I don't care about you anymore. Just fall in love with your little boyfriend."

If this happens again a few times, she won't be able to hang out in the circle, and she will be drowned by people's spit. Forget it, children and grandchildren will have their own blessings, she just needs to live her own life.

Time goes by,

Soon the weather is getting cooler and autumn is approaching.

That day, Xihe drove to find Yanzhuang. As soon as he opened the door, he heard the other party's feeble voice: "Teacher, we have been talking for half an hour, let's take a break? We need to balance work and rest, and learning to death is not enough."

The male voice was extremely cold: "No, get out of class will be over only after finishing this paper."

The boy wailed, but the teacher was so callous that he even picked up the board and had no choice but to work on the papers peacefully.

Xihe quietly closed the door and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

The layout of the three-bedroom and one-living room is decorated in the gothic style that teenagers like most. The leather sofa is soft, and Xihe lies on it leisurely and picks up a book to read.

Not long after Liu Yu left, she moved Yanzhuang to another house and found a tutor by the way.

Although his previous big house of several hundred square meters could not be compared, the young man was still very happy. He moved his things here and put the clothes, shoes and watches given by Xihe in a conspicuous place. Of course, the teacher's presence was not so obvious. Happy.

"My grades are not good, so what should I study? I can just find a position with your brother in the future."

The young man arranged himself clearly.

Naturally, Xihe couldn't agree: "No, I must study hard."

Yan Zhuang wrinkled his eyebrows and began to rehash old scores: "Do you miss that man? Do you use me as a spare tire?"

Xihe opened his mouth and was stunned, but the young man had a sad expression on his face, recounting his various sufferings, and finally said pitifully: "Since you are a spare tire, don't be so demanding."