The doorbell rang, and Xu Miaoer frowned. Who could it be at this time? She walked over and looked through the peephole to see that it was... Liao Yazhe. What was he doing here so late?
Chapter 114
◎Liao Yazhe was beaten when he came to the door◎
Xu Miaoer opened the door.
Liao Yazhe stood at the door. He looked at her carefully. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her nose was also red. He asked, "Miao'er, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm fine. Why are you here?"
Liao Yazhe picked up the bag in his hand and said, "You said you had a headache this morning. I just called you and found that your nose seemed to be blocked. I wondered if you had a cold. I'll bring you some cold medicine."
"I don't have a cold." Xu Miaoer said. Although it was a misunderstanding, it was his sincere intention.
"No? Your eyes?" They were swollen like walnuts.
"It's okay, just..." Xu Miaoer felt a little embarrassed, and couldn't bring herself to talk about these trivial matters at home.
Liao Yazhe seemed to have realized what was happening. He took out a novel with an ancient costume cover titled "My Wife, Wait for Me" from his bag: "Didn't I just tell you that I bought a novel? It's very funny. I brought it to you. You will feel better if you read it."
There was no need to read the novel. He took out a novel like he was presenting a treasure. He even opened it and was about to read. Xu Miaoer saw that the neighbor next door had opened the door a crack. He was reading a romance novel at the door. It was too embarrassing. She immediately pulled him in: "Come in and talk."
Xu Miaoer closed the door, and Liao Yazhe realized that the two of them were actually locked in the same room. He lowered his head and turned the book to her: "Take a look at this paragraph."
Xu Miaoer lowered her head and took a look. Unfortunately, it had no beginning or end, and she couldn't tell anything. But this fool was waiting for her to laugh, so she laughed: "It's very beautiful."
"Miao'er, is Feng Xueming still pestering you? Or can you really not let him go?" Liao Yazhe asked.
Xu Miaoer understood why Feng Xueming liked to be with Liao Yazhe. Even though he was a big mouth, he really treated you as a friend and cared about you.
"Don't get me wrong, I really have nothing to do with him anymore." Xu Miaoer decided to make it clear to him so that he wouldn't make wild guesses. "My mother came to me and forced me not to be with you and asked me to go back to find Feng Xueming. She said that Feng Xueming was very sad after that day, so Aunt Feng told her about it, and she thought I should go back to find him. She made a fuss with me..."
Maybe it was because it was night, or maybe she had felt so wronged, Xu Miaoer started crying again as she spoke.
She had cried so hard that her eyes were swollen like walnuts, and now her tears were like a faucet that couldn't be turned off. What could she do? I don't know what Mrs. Xu was thinking. Why would she want Miao'er to return to Feng Xueming?
Liao Yazhe came over at this time because he was worried about her. Now seeing her tears streaming down her face, his heart was also tightened. He didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only put his arms around her, hug her gently, and pat her on the back: "You are very good, really very good. Don't listen to your mother's nonsense. What a mess. I had dinner at my dad's house today. My dad said at the dinner table that if possible, he would rather exchange me with your dad for you."
"Ah?" Xu Miaoer looked up.
Seeing her face full of tears, Liao Yazhe took out a tissue to wipe her tears: "Really. Maybe my dad really likes girls! He hopes to have a daughter. He felt the same when he saw Fan Qi and you. Of course, if I really said that to him, he would definitely say, 'I only like excellent people. If you are more capable than Fan Qi and Miao Er, I will definitely like you!' But what is the reality?"
Liao Yazhe drew another card: "Look at you, you're crying like crazy. He beat me when I was little, but I never cried. Next time, cry in front of him and let him know how troublesome girls are! Let him know that he likes clean and pretty girls, not girls who like to cry."
"Psycho! Why would I cry in front of Mr. Liao?"
Besides, she couldn't cry in front of Mr. Liao. Mr. Liao wouldn't say anything to her. He would worry about her safety at night and send her home. Thinking of this, she couldn't cry. She tore a tissue and wiped her tears.
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