131 Lovers' Whisper

"I..."

The tears of the breach of the dike drowned Wuhua's face. The three words "no regret" could not be said.

Shen Jiaqi moved her hands away, covered her with a quilt, wiped the tears off her face, and sighed and was speechless.

In the end, Wuhua still can't get through that.

Probably because you don't love him?

Then she obviously loves Orange Sky very much, no matter what...

Wuhua cried a lot. Shen Jiaqi, the accomplice, thought left and right, and felt that she had better go first. The two of them seem to be quite embarrassed like this now.

I poured a cup of hot water and put it at the head of the bed, handed her a tissue box, persuaded her a few words and left. The damn phone rang downstairs. It was Situ Ling.

Shen Jiaqi answered the phone angrily, "Hey..."

Like being chased and killed, Situ Ling asked without waiting for his voice to fall to the ground:

"Is Wuhua all right?"

"It's okay..."

"It's okay. Just go back by yourself. I have something to do in the evening, so I won't go there. Let's do this first. Bye."

"..."

Don't mention asking for credit, he didn't even say a complete sentence. Shen Jiaqi hung up the phone angrily.

As soon as I plugged in the key, the phone rang again. It was Cobiq.

"Handsome Shen, are you free?"

"What are you doing?"

"It's okay. I'll talk to you. By the way, I have something to ask you."

Shen Jiaqi pulled down the key and hummed in a muffled voice, "Ask."

On the other end of the phone, Ke Bic smiled, chatted about the family and didn't get to the topic for a long time. Shen Jiaqi was paralyzed. She closed her eyes and frowned, and her ears were "buzzing". She couldn't hear what Ke Bic was saying at all. She opened her eyes and looked at the light of the Wuhua family upstairs. She saw that her eyes could not be opened, her hands were loosened, and the phone fell on In the seat, the person fell asleep.

Kibik walked around for a long time and finally asked the main topic. When there was no movement for a long time, he closed the doors and windows, shouted loudly, and finally--

"Get out!"

Shen Jiaqi broke out.

It was not easy to find a breakthrough. Shen Jiaqi snapped and vented. When he finished his breath, he said, "It's getting late. Go to bed."

I hung up the phone, but Bic called again, "Handsome Shen, you can't be like this, you..."

"I'm driving now. I'll call you when I get home."

Listening to "Dudu", Bic turned his head and looked at the time. It was almost eleven o'clock. Where is Shen Jiaqi? After Chu Chaoyang flew to Australia, there was only one little sister left at home. His part-time housekeeper didn't go back to take care of pregnant women earlier. What did he do outside in the middle of the night?

Calling Xiaoya's sister is busy. She must be on the phone with Chu Chaoyang. The two lived separately as soon as they got married, and they had to worry about their uncle's family flying to the United States. It must be very hard, right?

Like last time, Linghu Xiaoya fell asleep with the phone in her hand again, and the tears on her face were still there.

Chu Chaoyang learned the news of Chengtian's death as soon as he landed. It was also quite unexpected. He was a good person who said no, but it was gone. After comforting Linghu for a few words, she couldn't stop her tears.

"Chaoyang, people's life is really fragile. He was fine a few days ago. He ate and chatted with him and made an appointment to celebrate his birthday together. Now why do you suddenly give it to... Chaoyang, tell me why is this, why is he..."

"Silly girl, this is an accident. Don't think about it. The world is erratic, he..."

Linghu Xiaoya took a few times and asked him:

"What do you think you would do if I died suddenly?"

Chu Chaoyang was a little angry. He didn't like to answer hypothetical questions, let alone listen to such words. He didn't dare to be fierce, so he had to coax her with anger: "Fool, you promised to grow old with me. How could you suddenly die?"

"I mean, if you said, what would you do?"

"..."

Chu Chaoyang didn't clear the logic. He didn't know what answer Linghu Xiaoya wanted at this time. He racked his brains for a long time and didn't figure out what he would do.

Linghu Xiaoya sniffed again, wiped her tears, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you think you will marry another woman?"

"..."

Chu Chaoyang was shocked, wiped his cold sweat and laughed, "No."

"Really?"

Linghu Xiaoya was overjoyed and was happy. She got Chu Chaoyang's firm affirmative answer. She was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth, talked about something else, and then went back to this topic.

"But if I die, if you don't marry another woman, no one will take care of you?"

"..."

Chu Chaoyang was silent.

"What do you think we should do?"

Chu Chaoyang continued to be silent.

"Chaoyang?"

"Well, what do you think we should do?"

Chu Chaoyang kicked the ball back schemingly and waited happily for the answer.

Linghu Xiaoya tilted her little brain and looked at the wedding photos of the two. She also thought for a long time and said reluctantly:

"Otherwise, if I die, you'd better marry someone else, otherwise you will be alone and pitiful."

"..."

Chu Chaoyang is speechless. What kind of answer is this? According to her statement, is it that he wants to leave first, and she will also remarry? Chu Chaoyang pouted and asked her this question, and Linghu Xiaoya said with a smile without thinking:

"I won't. I don't need someone to take care of me, and I'm not alone. I still have a baby."

Chu Chaoyang was very satisfied with Linghu Xiaoya's answer and gave her a kiss.

"That... Chaoyang..."

"Hmm?"

"What kind of woman will you marry again?"

"..."

Women's gossip nature. They always like to ask such seemingly boring but predictable questions. Women are happy, but men are tired of it, but they can't avoid it. No, Chu Chaoyang tries every way to pull the problem in other direction, but Linghu Xiaoya always pulls it back in one sentence and has to force Chu. Chaoyang answered no.

"What kind of woman would you marry without me?"

No choice, Chu Chaoyang had to play cleverly again, threw the question back to Linghu Xiaoya, and asked her to answer herself in disguise:

"What kind of woman do you think it's appropriate for me to marry back?"

"I think oh, you..."

Linghu Xiaoya has gone through all the girls around her. Amanda is too strong, too career-minded and not suitable; Situ Ling likes Jiaqi, which is definitely not good; Jingyu... Jingyu is good, knowledgeable and reasonable, and also quite virtuous, but the reputation is not good, Chu Chaoyang should not like it; Meow is also very good, but it is also good, but it is with Chu Chaoyang. It's definitely not a chance to get married. A woman like Feng Xiaofei is too exaggerated and popular. I guess only Zhang Yiqi can stand it. Well, the dance is good, the temperament is good, the person is beautiful, and she is quite talented. Well, the dance is good.

"What do you think of Wuhua?"

Chu Chaoyang was about to fall asleep, and Linghu Xiaoya gave him an answer. Hearing the name, she was immediately shocked, "Are you all right?"

Suddenly, there was an ominous foreboding that even the successor had been found. Didn't Linghu really have any other plans? As soon as she transferred the house and shares to her, she...

"Me? What's wrong with me? Didn't you ask me just now?"

"So you are answering the question very seriously? Just answer the question? Don't you mean anything else?"

Linghu Xiaoya shook her head, remembered that he couldn't see it, and then thought for a moment and said, "No, what's the point?"

"Well, it's good if you don't have it."

Finally entangled with a series of hypothetical problems, Chu Chaoyang yawned and asked her to hang up the phone and go to bed early. Linghu Xiaoya shook her head again.

"No, you have to compensate for your goodbye."

"I didn't leave without saying goodbye. Didn't I text you?"

"That doesn't count. You were all flying in the sky when I saw it."

"That's not bad for me."

"Who is it?"

"..."

Linghu Xiaoya's voice suddenly became cold and murderous. Chu Chaoyang had to be obedient and soft. He admitted that it was his fault and asked her for forgiveness.

"Hmm."

"Say, how do you want me to compensate?"

"Sing to me. I haven't heard you sing for a long time."

"Singing..." Chu Chaoyang cleared his throat, sat up confidently and asked her, "What do you want to hear?"

"A lullaby, it must be a lullaby at night. If you don't know how to tell a story, you can sing and coax me to sleep with the baby in the future."

"This...I won't..."

"I can't do this or that. What can you do?"

Linghu Xiaoya was angry again, and Chu Chaoyang laughed, "It seems that no one will deliberately learn this, right?"

"Then you can sing children's songs, too."

"..."

Chu Chaoyang thought for a moment and asked her, "Is losing a handkerchief a children's song?"