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Xia Jiaoyang let go of the flowering vines, stretched out his hand to press the elevator, and raised his eyes casually, "I have nothing to ask, it's nothing more than a new love."

Hua Man let out an 'Ouch', amused, leaned closer to Xia Jiaoyang, and looked at her teasingly, "So, then you are an old love?"

"Heh..." Xia Jiaoyang chuckled, but didn't answer Hua Man's words.

The red numbers gradually increased, the elevator stopped with a 'ding', and the two metal doors slowly opened to both sides, the sun raised his foot to enter, and the flower tendrils followed; almost at the same time Xia Jiaoyang turned around, the door of the elevator next door opened. It also opened with a 'ding', and at the same time there was a delicate voice: "Mr. Lu..."

Xia Jiaoyang's heart trembled, and he subconsciously blocked Hua Man's hand from pressing the button, so the elevator door slowly closed.

In the final gap, a corner of a silver-gray suit flashed past the elevator door.

That color fell into Xia Jiaoyang's eyes, she was startled, then laughed——

Silver gray, he is still so cute.

It seemed to be a certain afternoon, she was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes, and she refused to accompany him to an important party.He was helplessly angry with her, and after tossing her hard, he insisted that she choose a tie for him. She was tired and sleepy and just wanted to catch up on sleep. He raised his hand and casually pointed at him, "That's it."

In the later days, he often wore silver-gray suits, so frequently that even she noticed.One day, on a whim, she asked him if he liked silver-gray. At that time, he who had just taken office stopped his pen, and asked in surprise, "Don't you like it?"

Only then did Xia Jiaoyang realize that what she was pointing at was not a tie that day, but a suit jacket.

……

When the elevator reached the parking lot, Xia Jiaoyang walked out.

Forget it, because of the face of his suit today, she generously decided not to bother with him about CC.

Following Hua Man into the Lamborghini, Xia Jiaoyang thought when buckling up the seat belt, there is no new love and old love, it's just that someone is having a childish temper with her again.

Playing tricks on her?

Then play with him.

****

In the well-decorated living room, there was plenty of heating. Xia Jiaoyang sat cross-legged on the white leather sofa. She was wearing a red thin sweater and light-colored jeans. Her long hair was loosely tied, giving her a youthful look.

She lowered her head and slowly flipped through the magazines. Under the warm-colored light, her fair and clean side face had a kind of IKEA beauty. In the quietness, the humidifier beside her was emitting puffs of white smoke;

In the kitchen not far away, Xu and his wife wore couple aprons of the same color. Mrs. Xu Huaman washed a tomato and handed it to the Xu family's eldest, Xu Fei, but the latter just looked at her softly and smiled, refusing to accept it. Hua Man blushed, and still tiptoed to kiss him on the side of the cheek.

Xu Shao raised her handsome eyebrows in satisfaction, took the tomato, held the sharp knife with her slender fingers, and skillfully sliced ​​the round persimmon into thin slices.

The husband and wife divided their work and cooperated very tacitly. At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The Xu couple stopped their work and quickly looked at each other——

This movement is so familiar!

It was exactly the same as when Xia Jiaoyang came three days ago.

Xu Difei squeezed Hua Man's face, stretched out his hand to untie the apron, and walked out. When passing by the living room, he asked teasingly, "Are you going or should I go?"

Xia Jiaoyang raised his head and smiled softly, then gave him a supercilious look.

Just to make fun of himself, Xu Difei touched his nose and walked towards the door.

As soon as the door opened, the visitor came as he expected, Xu Difei turned sideways to let in the murderous Lu Chen, pulled his neck and shouted in, "Honey, add more food!"

****

From the porch to the living room, Lu Chen seemed to be walking on clouds, and the frivolous feeling on the soles of his feet made him feel that all of this was unreal.

But she was clearly sitting there with her back to him, wearing a red sweater, her thin shoulders firmly grasping Lu Chen's eyes, making him unable to move away.