Hidden ex-wife is super difficult to coax

Sheng Rou was even more embarrassed, "It's Fu Jianyu's birthday, I thought..."

Lu Yichen laughed angrily, and rubbed her head with his palm, "I really don't know what your little head is thinking all day."

Sheng Rou pursed her lips, "Nobody's birthday is right, so I have to try them all."

"There must be some basis for trying."

Try Fu Jianyu's birthday, it's outrageous.

He put his arms around her waist, and was about to take her away.

Sheng Rou took two steps subconsciously, then stopped, "Wait a minute, I haven't visited that room yet."

"Nothing to see."

It was obvious that he was escaping, and it was even more impossible for Sheng Rou to leave, "I want to see."

"If you don't show me, do you have a ghost in your heart? Are there other women's things hidden in it?" She provoked him.

Lu Yichen lowered his eyes and stared at her for two seconds, the corners of his lips relaxed, "Do you really want to see it?"

"Look." Sheng Rou stretched out her finger and pointed at his chest, "If you don't show it to me, it means you really have ghosts here."

"..."

Just look at it.

Lu Yichen walked to the door, quickly entered a series of numbers, and the door opened with a beep.

Holding the doorknob with his fingers, he stopped there, and said with determination, "Let's say it first, no matter what you see, you can't scream or make noise... let alone think I'm a pervert."

"..."

Sheng Rou couldn't think of anything that made her feel abnormal.

The door opened, she looked up, and then froze.

Under the dim light, the small room only has a bed and a desk, and the walls are densely packed with photos.

All kinds of photos, to be precise, all kinds of... her photos.

Sheng Rou's heart stopped for a moment, and then beat violently.

She walked in, walked to a wall, stroked one of the photos with trembling hands, opened her lips but couldn't say a word.

Lu Yichen walked to her side, took down the photo from the photo folder, stroked it with his fingers, and his voice was indescribably gentle.

"This is a picture of you going to the mall on Valentine's Day last year. I thought you were going to buy gifts for others, but you just went shopping in the supermarket, bought some daily necessities, and then went home."

He tore off another one, "This one is Lixia, the sun was shining that day, you look good in a white dress."

"And this...you work overtime too late, and you seem very tired when you go home."

……

very many.

Lu Yichen spoke one by one, with a calm tone, as if he was recalling some ordinary things, Sheng Rou listened, and his eyes gradually turned red.

She raised her watery eyes to look, and all she could see were her photos.

Every season, every festival, every special day, he knows it all.

He watched her from the other side of the world and never forgot.

He could clearly tell what day each picture was, her state, and the mood he could perceive.

It can be seen how many times he has seen these countless photos, and how many times he has thought about them.

The past three years have been difficult for him.

Sheng Rou stared blankly, her heart felt as if someone had rubbed her heart hard, her soreness was unbearable, she leaned against the desk next to her, lowered her head, and shed tears on the ground.

Lu Yichen talked about the content of the photo to himself, and when he turned around, he found that she was crying. He dropped the photo and hugged her shoulders, his voice tensed.

"Are you crying?"

Tell her not to look at it, but to look at it.

Who is not afraid to see a room full of sneak photos of themselves?

Sheng Rou shook her head, grabbed the bathrobe on his chest and wiped his tears, her voice choked, "Why didn't you call me?"

She answered irrelevant questions, but Lu Yichen understood. She was not crying in fright, but distressed.

The apex of his heart also ached, "Silly girl, you've come so far, are you still turning back?"

He gritted his teeth and cut off the relationship, but he didn't know if he could be better, and if he couldn't, why bother to drag her down.

A phone call is simple, but it will plunge the two into a deeper vortex.

It's better for him to bear the pain alone.

Sheng Rou sucked her nose, tears stained the fabric on his chest, "You are stupid, you are the stupidest person in the world."

Lu Yichen was scolded by her coquettish and resentful words, but he was in a good mood.

He cupped her cheeks, kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes and cheeks, with a low and sexy voice, "Well, I'm the most stupid, don't cry."

"..."

Don't cry anymore, the more you cry, the more he kisses, it's obviously a sad style of painting, being kissed by him abruptly reveals a charming desire.

Sheng Rou stopped her tears and looked up at him, "My photo is locked, why is the password wrong?"

"Are you sure you tried them all?"

"Isn't it your birthday?"

"Think again, what else is there besides birthdays."

Sheng Rou thought of something, withdrew from his arms and walked towards the door.

She confidently entered their wedding date, which was wrong, and then she entered...the date of their first night, which was still wrong.

Ok?

Sheng Rou stood there blankly for a while, then turned back shamelessly, "Lu Yichen, what is the password?"

She must know today.

"Have you tried it yet?"

Lu Yichen sat on the bed, propped his body back with his hands, and opened the bathrobe on his chest, revealing smooth muscle lines, full of lust.

Sheng Rou ignored his provocative masculinity, sat down beside him, and said in disbelief, "You press the numbers blindly, I can't try it out."

"Absolutely justified."

He covered her head with his big palm, and turned her breathless little head to his side, "Why didn't you try the day you fell in love with me?"

The day I fell in love with him...

Sheng Rou's face froze for a second, "You don't know when I fell in love with you."

Lu Yichen raised his eyebrows evilly, "Isn't it the day you went to Nancheng to go to university and went to the old house for the first time to eat?"

Being suddenly poked at the center, Sheng Rou avoided her eyes and squeezed out two words after a long while, "No."

"Huh?" He broke it down mercilessly, "I found two photos of me in the bedroom of your hometown. They were obviously taken secretly, and you wrote behind them..."

Sheng Rou's eyes widened in shock, and she reached out to cover his mouth, "You flipped through my things?!"

The thin lips under Qingxiang's palm curled up, her black eyes were sly, "Don't worry about how I know, I'm telling the truth anyway."

"..."

His warm breath kept spraying on his palm, "You fell in love with me at first sight."

Sheng Rou's face was completely wiped out, and she couldn't even pick it up. She was heartbroken and simply admitted, "Yes, yes, I like you first, and it was love at first sight. You are very proud, aren't you?"

Hearing this, Lu Yichen's black eyes sparkled slightly, he pulled her hand down, and said word by word, "Correct me, I liked you first."

Sheng Rou, "...??"

He stared at her, and the light fell into his eyes, shining charmingly, "We met once when we were very young, you were so dumb, you didn't leave when you heard bad words, and you even gave me a bear biscuit."

In fact, it was just an ordinary frosted biscuit, but when he recalled later, he felt that the sweetness was very special, and he never tasted it again.

Hearing this, Sheng Rou was a little confused, "Did we meet when we were young?"

"..."

Just knew she forgot.

The little girl is very good at remembering grudges, but she really can't remember other things.

"It's fine if you don't remember, anyway, you remember, it was my heart that moved first."

Or in childhood, that can't be considered tempting.

But it was a seed, buried in his heart to take root, waiting for the rain and dew and the right time to germinate in due course and grow into a towering tree.

It was predestined somehow, he found her again, and she just happened to fall in love with him.

Sheng Rou was fascinated by the light in his eyes, and said slowly, "You've confused me."

"I can still make you more confused."

After saying that, he wrapped her around her waist and put her down.

The seaweed-like black hair was spread out on the pillow, and the lace nightdress was lifted, revealing the eye-catching white, which caught the eye.

His slender fingers clasped her hand and wrapped it tightly.

The other hand, sexy wandering.

Sheng Rou passively accepted his overwhelming love, raised her neck, and her eyelashes trembled.

Lu Yichen smelled the fragrance on her chest, and his voice became hoarse, "I love you."

More love than you can imagine.

Love into the flesh and blood.

Sheng Rou smelled a cold fragrance that belonged to him alone in the pillow, and said with a distracted gaze, "I haven't been here for so long, and I still smell like you here."

The thin lips moved to the waist, "I spend more time sleeping here than in the master bedroom."

Sheng Rou was startled when he heard that, his heart and body were completely lost.

She raised her hand and climbed onto his shoulder even harder.

……

Really sleepless night.

In the small room, there are intertwined figures everywhere.

"This one—"

The man tore off a photo and kissed her back as white as cream, "It was the first year we separated, and you spent Valentine's Day alone, do you want to make it up?"

"..."

Sheng Rou's consciousness was erratic, feeling her body was thrown into the clouds, lying on the desk, speechless, "You...you mean...you have to mend it every time?"