1392 The Person I Called Is You 1

Right and wrong, this boundary is difficult to determine.

From a moral point of view, Yan Fei was wrong, very wrong.

However, people like them don't think about this.

Just like when Xia Weibao entered the police station, he changed everyone in it to vent her anger.

In fact, most of the people in the police station are innocent, and they have no idea what happened.

However, few people will comment on his right and wrong.

Because the person he protected was Xia Weibao, who was everyone's favorite.

But Yan Fei was accused of all kinds, simply because the person he hurt was Xia Weibao.

"Think for yourself."

After Lu Hualiang finished speaking, he got up and went to take a shower.

Give her the space.

There are some things that she can't figure out by herself, and it's useless to say more.

After taking a shower, he thought that Xia Weibao must be very distressed now, and needed more time to sort out his thoughts. '

So he took another bath and left her alone.

However, when he came out of the bath, he found...she was asleep.

Lu Hualiang, "..."

The corner of his eye twitched violently.

He was wrong, he thought she would continue to bother all night.

But I don't want to underestimate her self-regulation ability too much!

Help her tuck the quilt, and then hold her in her arms.

Falling asleep so quickly, it seems that a decision has been made.

Looking at the woman in his arms, Lu Hualiang lost his mind slightly.

Her troubles are solved, so what about him.

Still a dead end.

The man in her heart has become a pus-filled thorn, burning in his heart, which hurts a lot.

However, even if he is unwilling to be a stand-in, he can't let go.

During this period of the Cold War, it was myself who was tormented.

She and Long Xuanye...

forget it.

Since you can't let go, why pretend to be indifferent?

As long as she stays by his side...

Xia Weibao didn't sleep well for the past two days, and now she was lying in her familiar embrace, feeling extremely at ease.

Like a kitten, she burrowed into his arms, extremely dependent.

Lu Hualiang hugged her arm tightly, that's all, it's good.

"emperor……"

A soft murmur overflowed from her mouth, with a sweet curve at the corner of her mouth.

It seems to be dreaming a sweet dream, so that even in deep sleep, I can laugh.

Lu Hualiang's back suddenly stiffened.

Just now I said that this is very good, but the next second, the bitter water spreads to the whole heart.

Xia Weibao got up very late the next day.

When I woke up, the other side of the bed was already cold.

She reached out to touch where Lu Hualiang slept, feeling a little confused.

"Why is there no one?"

Could it be that she missed him so much that he had hallucinations because he hasn't come back yet?

Impossible, he obviously released her last night.

Sitting up, just about to go out to have a look, the door was pushed open.

A tall man in gray and white home clothes walked in.

The moment their eyes met, Xia Weibao smiled.

It's not an illusion, it's really him.

Lu Hualiang's heart kept sinking, who was she smiling at?

Is it him, or someone else.

"Husband." Xia Weibao stretched out his hand towards the man.

Lu Hualiang came over, grabbed her hand, and pulled her up.

Xia Weibao threw himself into his arms, wrapped his arms around his waist, and rested his head on his chest.

With a sweet face.

"Why didn't you call me when you got up?"

"Let you sleep more."

"But I want to open my eyes and see you."

Lu Hualiang was silent and did not speak.

Xia Weibao leaned against her for a while, then suddenly said, "What happened last time? You left so suddenly."

When mentioning that incident, Lu Hualiang thought of the night Long Xuanye was with her.