Luo Wanxing now understood why he didn't want her to come in just now.

Are you afraid of being sad when you see it? Or do you don’t want to let yourself enter this world that belongs to him and W?

My heart was trembling, just like my beloved thing, but the owner was not me.

She walked in as if nothing had happened. When she arrived at the coffee table, she saw the ashtray that was shopping like new, and her eyes were filled with gloomy:

"You smoke?" She seemed to have never seen him smoke. Could it be that he would only smoke when he was thinking about W?

"I quit, I haven't tried it for a long time."

The voice of the man behind him was faint, and a touch of self-deprecation slipped out from the corner of Luo Wanxing's lips. She really fell in love with him, and she wanted to change his habits.

"This ashtray is quite difficult to find." Luo Wanxing couldn't help but feel disgusted with such a strange shape.

Very ugly.

"It's...you made it yourself."

A few faint words from the man made Luo Wanxing raise his eyebrows.

Such an ugly ashtray was made of the same one as W?

Yet, no designer would be willing to design the ashtray like this.

"oh."

However, after knowing that it was made by himself, Luo Wanxing seemed to be much more pleasing to the ashtray.

I have to say that it is still very beautiful, with neat lines and a postmodern style.

Fu Rongyuan walked to her and added:

"You gave me this, and I hope I will think of you when I smoke and quit smoking."

After listening to him telling the reason, Luo Wanxing felt very happy:

"It's not what I gave, it's what W gave."

He quit smoking because of W, not because of her Luo Wanxing.

I'm so angry, why do you need to explain?

"In my heart, you are w, w is you, there is no difference."

Luo Wanxing doesn't want to hear this. After getting married for a year, even if she was desperate before, she had been reborn for more than two months. He didn't seem to think of her as a w:

"Okay, since that's the case, I gave this ashtray, so I don't like it now, can I throw it away?"

After saying that, Luo Wanxing picked up the ashtray, hung it above the trash can, and looked at the man in front of him provocatively.

His usual beautiful face is even more charming under the crystal lamp. His eyes are deeply locked on her, and the calmness is not caused by her behavior:

"Even if this gift was not given by you, you are my wife, you have the right to decide."

Luo Wanxing's fingers tightened when he pinched the ashtray. She could handle the ashtray not because she was w, but because she was his wife.

She put down the ashtray heavily and pointed at it casually:

"Then I don't like this light, so I'll change it right away."

"Can."

"This room is incompatible with the villa, it is vulgar and bad, so I want to reinstall it."

"Um."

Luo Wanxing pointed out all the traces of W in his room, but he did not object. It seemed that as long as she was happy, she would do anything, but Luo Wanxing was not interested.

What she wants is his place in his heart. As long as he only has w in his heart, doing these things himself will only make a joke.

"I'll pack up." Fu Rongyuan's lips moved, trying to end her unhappiness.

She stopped talking, her eyes widened at him:

"No, you don't have to clean up anything."

Fu Rongyuan's eyes are very deep:

"Xing'er, every word I say comes from the heart and does not deceive you."

Luo Wanxing looked at him seriously and said that he couldn't say anything if you didn't need to go back to the master bedroom. Should she believe what he said?

"Okay, then I'll move here. Tonight, I'm going to sleep with you in this room."

Fu Rongyuan locked the lock between his eyebrows, and it could be seen that he was surprised by her decision:

"Are you sure you want to move to this room?"

"Don't want to?"

The man pursed his lips and lifted his lips and said, "No, I'm just worried that you won't be able to sleep."

Luo Wanxing really brought his own things over, and there was no need to be a lot. He just had a pillow and a pajamas. The speed was very fast. When he took a shower, Fu Rongyuan had not even finished the bed. Her skin was still moist and she got into his bed.

Fu Rongyuan was very considerate, as if all this was extremely normal. He helped her warm up a glass of milk, told her to drink some to help her sleep, and then went to the bathroom to get clothes.

Luo Wanxing held the hot milk in his palm. The previous stuffiness seemed to be ironed by the warm milk, which was soothed.

At least from her reaction to making this request, he did not regard her as another person.

He also washed quickly, wearing boxer pants, holding a towel in his hand to wipe the remaining water droplets. Every time he moved, it caused changes in the muscle lines of his body, which made people admire him for being really God's masterpiece.

Luo Wanxing found that he was really simply admiring his beauty now, lying on his bed without any distractions.

She knew that if she had made a request for a fulfillment today, he would do what she would do, but she didn't want to prove his feelings through a relationship between men and women, and prove that she was the only one to him, because a relationship could not prove anything.

Luo Wanxing turned on his eyes and lay down: "Turn off the lights, I'm sleepy."

She buried herself in the quilt, closed her eyes and left her little face breathing outside the quilt.

She could feel the man's gaze on her face, deeply, making it difficult for her to ignore it.

The sound of him turning off the lights, going to bed, and the sound of his breathing amplified in her ears.

Luo Wanxing couldn't sleep, and wanted to force himself but it was useless, so he simply opened his eyes:

"I can't sleep, please talk with me."

She knew he wasn't sleeping either, and sure enough, a gentle hmm came from her ear: "What do you want to talk about?"

"You talk to me about the past, the past, the past, the past, the first time we met? For example, Su Wan told me that I had been kidnapped..."

What Luo Wanxing told Su Wan really doesn't care about what she said, but she is confident that she can defeat herself, so she will not show her timidity in front of people like Su Wan.

After a while of silence, he responded to the word: "Okay."

Luo Wanxing was concentrated, and the two were lying on the same bed without any intimate touch. The distance between the punch between them seemed to be an invisible wall.

"The first time I met you was six years old. Thirteen, I followed my mother-in-law to the orphanage to visit me, and brought a lot of delicious food, fun, books, brushes, clothes, and other children all ran over to ask for gifts happily. You found that the only one of them was not moving.

You come over and ask me, but at a young age, it seems like a little adult asked me: Why don’t you go over and get a gift?

I glanced at you and ignored you.

You asked again: Do you don’t like delicious food? Or do you don’t want new clothes?

I said: You are very annoying, I don’t care about your things.

You pointed your hand and said: They all care about it, why don’t you care about it?

I said: They are them, I am me.

You didn't say anything, but sat next to me. When your mother-in-law finally told you to go home, you said to me again:

If you want to avoid being given alms, you can only become stronger."
Chapter completed!