President Gao Leng's little wife

Xia Yuluo brought the little guy out.

The little guy knew that she was in a bad mood, so he just followed her quietly.

Xia Yuluo was in a daze, walking mechanically.

The sky is cold, the vegetation is desolate, and the sunlight shines weakly through the thick clouds, mottled.

It was obviously a flat road ahead, and the sun shone down, causing Xia Yuluo to be in a trance for a moment, feeling that the road ahead was extremely bumpy.

She stopped, unable to take a step, the sun was cut by the dry branches and shone on her face.

There is no warmth at all.

The tsunami in her heart passed by, but her face remained calm, and she sighed heavily.

At this time, the wind blew, and the scarf around Xia Yuluo's neck was not wrapped properly, and it fell apart.

This scarf is still the one I bought when I went out with Han Tianyi.

The scarf is very long and hangs down to her chest.

Xia Yuluo lowered her head, and was about to fasten it again, when a pair of pitch-black boots appeared in her lowered vision.

Some pale hands reached over to help her tie it carefully.

She stared blankly at those hands, which were as rich as jade, warm and slender, not the cool texture in her memory.

There was no reaction for a while, but the little guy next to him shouted first:
"Uncle Chu!"

He didn't see Chu Yu's life, so he immediately leaned over affectionately.

Only then did Xia Yuluo calm down, touched her scarf, smiled slightly, and joked:

"Seeing you is closer than me."

Chu Yu wore a rare black suede trench coat, which made his complexion like jade and his face fair and tender.

It's just that the expression in the eyes is a little bleak:
"If only you really liked me."

Not without emotion, he touched the little guy's head, and there was something in his words, which reminded Xia Yuluo of the afternoon when he confessed his feelings.

Feeling guilty and embarrassed, she had no choice but to change the subject:

"The weather is fine, didn't you film a movie today?"

Chu Yu shook his head:

"I had a dream last night, and now it has come true."

"Huh?" Xia Yuluo didn't know why, so she asked casually.

She walked beside him, Chu Yu slowed down, waiting for the mother and son.

Looking down at her, the winter sun shone on her face, which seemed transparent, and the beige scarf reflected her skin so easily that it could be broken.

"Chat with people you like."

The air stopped for a few minutes, and the birds on both sides, startled by the wind, rushed towards the sky far away.

Xia Yuluo also stopped, and raised her head in a daze.

He met a pair of stardust-like deep eyes.

Chu Yu had a panoramic view of the stupefied people in front of him.

He shook his head and stopped the topic:
"Find a place to sit down, it's too cold outside."

"Oh, oh good." For some reason, Xia Yuluo poured a cup of hot water in her heart, bubbling and bubbling, making her a little uncomfortable.

Walking side by side to the downtown area, the number of people gradually increased.

The air was mixed with the smell of fermentation, rushing into Xia Yuluo's nose, and the familiar feeling of vomiting welled up.

She wanted to restrain herself, but the further she walked, the smell of food and all kinds of smells almost rushed to her throat:
"Not good intentions--"

Before he finished speaking, the person covered his mouth and retched to the side.

The little guy followed nervously.

Xia Yuluo vomited for a while, but couldn't vomit anything, just nausea.

Chu Yu hurriedly bought water and came back to rinse her mouth.

"what happened?"

Xia Yuluo took it, took a sip, and suppressed the sour taste in his mouth.

"No, it's okay, I don't know what's going on recently, I always want to vomit."

Chu Yu's expression changed suddenly, and he carefully looked at Xia Yuluo's expression.

"Yuluo, are you pregnant again?"