C20 No Feelings

Xu Yuqing's favorite thing to do was to buy a freshly baked tea cake along with a cup of sweet lemon milk tea on her way home from work.

He shed all his fatigue and lay quietly on the deck chair, watching the sunset.

There was no Xu Family, no Ling Family, and no Ling Yanhao. It was as comfortable as there could be.

But today, her life had undergone a tremendous change.

There was a pile of men's clothes on the sofa in the living room. There was no room for one side to sit on.

On the ground were several open chests, and it was not difficult to guess who these chests belonged to.

She looked around and finally found the culprit that made her grind her teeth in anger.

"Ling Yanhao!" In an afternoon, what exactly did you do? "

With two steps, he rushed to the balcony. Xu Nianqing viciously pinched Ling Yanhao's ears, pulling him up from his beloved deck chair.

"Women have to be gentle, otherwise how can they marry out?"

Ling Yanhao nimbly dodged her devil claws, with no intention of repenting at all. A furious smile hung on his handsome face.

How dare he laugh at her lack of gentleness? Gentle and gentle was not meant for people like Ling Yanhao!

Xu Yuqing was so angry that she couldn't speak. With one hand on her waist, she calmed her rage down. Pointing at the messy living room, she asked, "Where did all this stuff come from?"

"It's all mine." Ling Yanhao answered in a relaxed tone, as if he was talking about ordinary food, "I have a place to stay now. I can move out of the villa and sell the house to repay some debts."

Selling a damned villa! If he wanted to sell the villa, he could have found a cheap house to move out and sold the villa to pay his debts. Why wait until now?

In Xu Xiangqing's heart, Ling Yanhao no longer had any credibility.

Annoyed, she pressed down on her forehead, resisting the urge to beat someone up, "You're not a child anymore, even if you want to move things in, you have to clean up! What's wrong with putting them all in the living room? "

Fortunately, Shen Xiaoru did not follow them. If she had seen what had happened, Xu Nianqing would not have been able to explain herself.

"The closet in my room is too small to fit things in. I wanted to ask if I could borrow your closet when you got back. "

If he were to live in someone else's house and be able to speak of borrowing someone's wardrobe, then the only one who would be able to be so confident and brazen was most likely the shameless Ling Yanhao.

"You wish!" Without a second thought, Xu Nianqing rejected his wishful thinking.

They were only living in the same house right now, so it would be best if they didn't have any further intimacy with each other.

If he agreed with Ling Yanhao's words, he would ask him to put the clothes inside his closet. In the future, when he opened the closet door, he would see Ling Yanhao's underwear. Just thinking about it made him feel awkward.

Xu Ruo Qing couldn't help but shiver. Putting aside the scary thoughts in her mind, she warned with a serious expression, "If the wardrobe can't hold it, then put it in the box. Put it back wherever you take it!" From now on, you are not allowed to enter my room! "

"You don't have to do this to me, do you? In any case, we were once husband and wife, so what does it matter if we shared a wardrobe? I didn't say I wanted to see you change. "

Laughing, Ling Yanhao walked over to Xu Xiangqing's side and leaned against her arm. He wrapped his right hand around her waist and placed it against the wall to prop her up.

"I already said it was before! It would be better for us to separate our relationship now. "

Xu Xiangqing glanced coldly at him, a frown on her face. She felt that this gesture was far too intimate, so intimate that she was no longer there.

Taking a step forward and avoiding Ling Yanhao's hot breath, Xu Xinqing crossed her arms and emphasized her position once more, "I only brought you back because I used to care for you. I told you to stay here for the time being, otherwise, we would be even."

It wasn't easy for him to return to Xu Yanqing's side. Ling Yanhao didn't want her to draw a line between them before he could do anything.

Just as Ling Yanhao was about to open his mouth to explain, Xu Xiangqing impatiently lifted her hand to interrupt him.

"Apart from that, I don't want you to take any more of your past affection for me. You and I both know how close we used to be. We are all adults, can you stop lying to yourself? "

As she said these decisive words, Xu Ruo Qing seemed to have used up all her energy as she waved her hands weakly, "You settle the dinner yourself. The take-out phone is in the kitchen drawer. The money is also here. I'm tired, so I'll go back to my room first."

With that, she left Ling Yanhao no room to explain, directly carrying the cold lemon tea and cake back to her room.

After what had just happened, she no longer had any appetite to eat anymore.

Today was just the beginning. Perhaps, her life with Ling Yanhao in the future would be as awkward as today's.

But what could she do? She was the one who had chosen this path. She had no right to complain to others.

In the living room, Ling Yan Hao was still maintaining the same posture as when Xu Nianqing had left. His slender body looked somewhat lonely.

His lowered eyes shone with an unfathomable light.

After an unknown amount of time had passed, an indiscernible sigh suddenly came from the hall.

Ling Yanhao stretched his arms and legs, putting the clothes back into the box one by one and then dragging them back to his room.

The makeshift guest room in the study could be described as "small", not even as big as his old cloakroom, but every detail was arranged in a style he liked.

One could imagine how diligent the people who had set up this room were.

Ling Yan Hao could practically imagine how gentle Xu Yuqing's expression was as she prepared these things. She even had a faint smile on her face, as if they hadn't been divorced.

However, in the past, he had never had Xu Nianqing in his eyes. Every time he saw her gentle and bashful smile, he always felt that she had other intentions and never had a good impression of him.

Now, the situation was the complete opposite. No matter what he did, Xu Xueqing always felt that he harbored ill intentions.

Feng Shui revolved.

He casually piled the boxes in a corner. The room became even smaller, but Ling Yanhao was actually very calm.

Lying on his back on the bed, his hands crossed behind his head, Ling Yanhao stared at the ceiling above his head, lost in thought.

Directly above him was Xu Yuqing's room. He wondered if she was currently lying on her bed like him, tormented by memories of the past.

He was probably the only one who would think this much. After getting divorced, Xu Ruo Qing was very carefree and happy. If it weren't for his sudden intervention, she probably wouldn't have been in so much trouble.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up. Ling Yanhao sneered at himself, then closed his eyes helplessly.

Even so, Ling Yanhao still didn't want to let go. He didn't want to leave.

He had missed it once, and no matter what, he did not want to lose it a second time!