President's stand-in

Rong Xingci looked at his back as he disappeared into the kitchen, feeling very mixed in his heart.

No, he will not soften his heart.

Unforgiveness is certain, and divorce is sooner or later.

Looking at the time on the clock on the wall, Rong Xingci wondered how he could make dinner in 5 minutes, even the next one was not so fast.

But Lou Ximu's speed was beyond his expectation, before 5 minutes was up, he came out of the kitchen with a tray.

Rong Xingci glanced at it, and visually estimated that there were several dishes, and it took less than 5 minutes, it was impossible, unless...

A certain guess formed in Rong Xingci's mind, and his eyes followed the tray in Lou Ximu's hand.

Until he walked over and put the dishes on the table, the conjecture in his heart was confirmed by him—the dishes he asked Mama Chen to throw away were not thrown away at all...

Rong Xingci looked thoughtfully at the dishes he cooked with his own hands and painstaking efforts when he came back to life again, and suddenly felt a little funny.

Did he think that he would not care about what happened today?

Then he must have underestimated him too much. I used to forgive because I thought I would give him a chance.

Since the opportunity has been given to him and he doesn't know how to cherish it, there is no need to continue to give him the opportunity, which will only make him more unscrupulous.

Really can not do without him.

Rong Xingci's face was calm, and when his heart was turning a thousand times, suddenly there was a cake on the dining table.

It was he who made the third cake that was so successful.

Lou Ximu stood and put small candles on the cake, and lit them one by one.

Lou Ximu sat down on the seat opposite him, looked at him softly and said, "Xingci, happy birthday, please make a birthday wish."

Rong Xingci pulled his lips and smiled ironically.

He raised his eyelids and looked at him, "Today is not my birthday."

When the wall clock in the playground struck zero, his birthday had already passed.

"Just treat it as me making it up for you, okay?" Lou Ximu looked at him deeply, with unresolved tenderness in his eyes.

Rong Xingci suddenly felt that sometimes his acting skills were really good.

If he hadn't been teased by him so many times, he would have had a feeling that he loved him to the death and that he was his only choice.

But that's not the case.

Seeing that he was silent, Lou Ximu said again, "Xingci, blow out the candles and make a wish."

Rong Xingci still didn't speak, he just looked at him straight and calmly, as if he was watching a play.

Lou Ximu waited for a while, then said to himself, "If you don't want to make a wish, then eat a piece of cake? Or do you want to eat first?"

Rong Xingci thought that he could keep watching him continue to perform with cold eyes, but he found that when he understood why he coaxed him so much,

At the same time, I feel that he is really...begging for perfection.

"I don't have the habit of picking up things I throw away," Rong Xingci said slowly, "Cakes are like this, so are people."

What he meant was so obvious that Lou Ximu immediately understood what he meant.

"Xingci, are you in such a hurry to get rid of me?" Lou Ximu frowned and looked at him.

He didn't like it when he deliberately said these things that made him angry.

Rong Xingci ignored him, and didn't bother to talk to him anymore, he stood up and walked straight to the kitchen.

Lou Ximu looked at his leaving back dimly, then retracted her gaze, and her gaze fell on the side of the dining table where he was sitting just now.

refer to.

Lou Ximu pressed his temples with a headache, and then followed him into the kitchen.

Inside the kitchen.

Rong Xingci was cutting ham in front of the glazed table, and noodles were cooking in the pot.

"Xingci, I'll help you, go out and rest." Lou Ximu stood beside him, wanting to hold his right hand.

Rong Xingci took his hand back first, "No need, I won't eat anything you make in the future."

"Xingci," Lou Ximu called him wearily, "what can I do to calm you down and forgive me, tell me, I will do everything I can."

Rong Xingci continued to cut the ham, and then cut the tomatoes.

"You made the dishes and cakes outside with your own hands, and I will finish them all." Seeing him, she still ignored him, treating him as a transparent person, Lou Xi

Mu felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Seeing that he added all the ingredients into the pot, Lou Ximu said again, "I can restore the living room layout, or if you like other layouts, tell me and I will kiss you."

hands ready. "

Rong Xingci didn't have any unnecessary expressions, let alone be moved by it.

He has softened his heart too many times. If he doesn't make the right choice between Chi Jin'er and him, even if he forgives him this time, there will still be troubles.

Next time, next time.

"Xing Ci," Lou Ximu walked behind him, turned his body around forcefully, and made him face him, "Can you say something?"

When he is not talking, there is always a kind of indifference that penetrates into his bones, like he doesn't care about anything, like treating him as a stranger, like

It was he who could no longer touch his emotions.

Every time this feeling occurs, he will have a feeling that he is about to lose him.

Lou Ximu saw his lowered eyebrows, as if he had punched the cotton with his fist, "Xing Ci, besides divorce, what do you want me to do as long as I can do it?"

I'll do it, if you can calm down. "

"That's really a pity," Rong Xingci broke his fingers around his shoulders one by one, "I just want to get a divorce, and I will forgive you as soon as I get divorced."

Divorce really became a stranger, so naturally I didn't care about it and there was no need to worry about it.

"You don't want to leave, do you?" Rong Xingci peeled his last finger off his shoulder, "Then let's continue like this and see who can't bear it first."

After Rong Xingci finished speaking, he turned around and gently stirred the noodles in the pot.

Seeing that it's almost done, I put some seasonings, and finally put the chopped green onion in and scooped up the noodles.

Rong Xingci took a spoon and a pair of chopsticks, passed him out of the kitchen with a bowl of noodles,

Lou Ximu tightened his five fingers, paused for a few seconds, and then followed out.

Rong Xingci did not go to the dining table, but to the coffee table in the living room.

Lou Ximu walked over and stood not far behind him, watching the soup in the spoon slowly blowing.

Rong Xingci naturally felt the fiery gaze behind him.

I'm used to being stared at by him so much, so it doesn't affect him at all.

Although he was very hungry, Rong Xingci didn't have much appetite, so he ate slowly, eating every bite. After eating for nearly 10 minutes, he really couldn't eat.

Stand up when you want to eat.

When he turned around, out of the corner of his eye he saw Lou Ximu standing there looking at him as expected.

Rong Xingci didn't have to open his eyes to look at him from the beginning to the end, and walked around him directly to the second floor by stepping on the stairs.

After Lou Ximu saw that he was injured and went upstairs, he stood there for a long time, and then slowly raised his feet and walked to the dining table.

Looking at the dishes and cakes on the table, I regretted that I forgot his birthday and didn't come back sooner.

If he came back when he texted him, the relationship between the two must not be what it is now.

Even if you regret it, time cannot be turned back to a few hours ago after all.

Lou Ximu sat down in front of the dining table, and began to slowly eat the dishes on the table, feeling the joy he felt when he made these dishes...

After Lou Ximu ate it, he stopped to take the Xiaoshi tablets, stopped for a while and then continued to eat.When I really ate all the dishes and the cake, it was already two and a half hours

after time.

The stomach is full, and the uncomfortable feeling has never stopped since I was full.

Lou Ximu sat and rested in the restaurant for another half an hour before feeling a little better...

Lou Ximu went up to the second floor, walked through the long corridor and stopped outside the living room, then pushed open the door.

After getting used to the darkness in the room for a while, Lou Ximu keenly noticed that the bed was too clean and tidy, and there was no sign of Rong Xingci at all.

Lou Ximu rubbed his aching temples, then walked out of the room and went to the guest room.

As expected, the room was locked.

Lou Ximu went back to the living room to look for the spare key, but found that the spare key he put on the drawer of the low bedside cabinet had disappeared.

It was obviously taken away by Rong Xingci.

There is still a spare key with Chen Ma, but it is already so late...

Lou Ximu thought for a while, and suddenly thought of a way to climb through the window one by one.

The distance between the two rooms is not very far, and there is a protruding flowerbed in the middle, which can be easily passed.

Lou Ximu made a quick decision and went to a room next to the guest room to climb the window.

So Lou Ximu easily reached the balcony of the guest room.

Just when he thought he could successfully sneak into the guest room, he suddenly found that the French windows were locked one by one.

Lou Ximu, "..." The shadow area in his heart can no longer be directly calculated.

I lingered on the balcony for nearly half an hour, trying to open the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He wanted to kick him away violently, but he was afraid of scaring the sleeping Rong Xingci, so he finally gave up...

The next day—

It was past twelve noon when Rong Xingci finished filming the last scene in the morning.

When he turned around and walked towards the dressing room, he heard an exclamation from behind him.

"Oh my god, I read that right, isn't that the logo of the most famous Qianweifang in Baicheng?"

"You read that right, it's Qianweifang!"

"Who is so generous? Bring all the lunch from Qianweifang?"

"Qianweifang only receives the first [-] customers a day, and reservations are made online for one month. Therefore, it may be Baicheng who can pack the food of Qianmeifang

Rich and powerful people. "

Rong Xingci followed their voices and looked over. When he saw the familiar Porsche in the distance, he quickly withdrew his gaze, turned and went to the dressing room.

Even knowing why he came, he still didn't want to see him.

In addition, he almost kissed him last time in Fengyue, almost exposing their relationship, and he didn't like to see him on the shooting site even more.

Here, after a while, the black Porsche stopped steadily beside it...

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[Ling: Xingci did not forgive Mr. Lou, don't get me wrong!When the time comes, Xing Ci and Mr. Lou will divorce, and Mr. Lou will try to coax him well, and he doesn't want to remarry, you

Let's not talk about Xing Ci Zuo?

The next chapter preview: "Xingci, my stomach hurts more and more..." Seeing that his reaction was not strong enough, Lou Ximu frowned again.

Rong Xingci finally gave him an unstoppable glance, "Stomach pain, go to the doctor."

Seeing that he was finally willing to see him and talk, Lou Ximu knew that his chance had come, "The doctor can't see me well, if you look at me more, I won't hurt anymore."

The corners of Rong Xingci's mouth twitched, he glared at him before tearing him apart, "Lou Ximu, you're just pretending."]