Chapter 1947 The High-Cold Learning God of Bullies and Scum (140)

He's been so confused these days.

He remembered the calm and indifferent attitude when Bai Weiwei was with him six or seven years ago.

It seemed that nothing could move her.

Sometimes he didn't dare to give expensive gifts because he was worried that she wouldn't like them.

She can only work hard on her food and clothes.

Bai Weiwei definitely didn't know that the clothes she wore back then were handmade by a specialized master, inch by inch, using the most comfortable fabrics.

He didn't expect her to find out either.

After all, at that time, he wished she had a good life, and he didn't mean to take credit at all.

The bowl of soup she was nourishing herself with, ordinary people couldn't buy all those medicines and supplements.

I spent too much time thinking, but I got used to it.

It makes sense for Xia Hanyang to say that he is cheap, and the painstaking effort he spends on her must be moved by everyone.

But she was the only one who couldn't feel it, and she didn't believe that he could always like her.

The day she was in the hospital, the way she exploded, pierced into his heart, and the bones were aching.

He was stunned by her sudden anger.

But after thinking about it carefully in the past few days, he could roughly understand how she didn't like him.

If he has nothing, someone suddenly loves him and wants to rely on him.

He didn't want to.

Because of the love and reliance of others, Xia Hanyang was too fragile to be mentioned.

His life is in his own hands.

Maybe Bai Weiwei, like him, is also selfish and wants to control her own life.

Thinking of this, Xia Hanyang lit a cigarette and stared blankly in his hands, a hint of despair in his eyes from the dense smoke.

Then she will never like him.

Because she is now detained by him, she really has nothing but is forced to rely on him.

No one likes this kind of love.

Xia Hanyang laughed at himself and sneered, but he didn't know what to do other than give her this kind of love.

Just imagine letting her go free to pursue her own life.

He was cold all over.

Terrified beyond control.

Six years ago he let her go wherever she wanted.

Now he dares not, every time she goes out, it may disappear,

He lost her once, and after six years of self-harm in despair, he was already crazy.

I can only really let her have children and give them a strong bond so that she can't get away so easily.

Xia Hanyang's brows returned to grimness, and he slowly crushed the smoke.

Bai Weiwei said that she was not that beautiful.

Why isn't he, now he is afraid of himself when he is sick.

Xia Hanyang got up and opened the door.

The nanny was bending over to pour medicine soup for Bai Weiwei, when she saw Xia Hanyang, she nodded politely and said, "Little Master."

Xia Hanyang waved his hand and told the nanny to leave.

The nanny had a tacit understanding and turned around to clean up, then quietly opened the door and left.

The TV was on, it was a landscape documentary.

Bai Weiwei was lying on the sofa, quietly reading the book, ignoring Xia Hanyang.

But Xia Hanyang's heart was at ease. He had lived for six years and was just looking forward to this moment.

As long as she is still around, his enthusiasm for life will burst forth.

Xia Hanyang gently kissed her, not daring to use too much force.

Bai Weiwei froze for a while before turning to look at him.

Xia Hanyang tore off his tie and picked up the bowl of medicinal soup, "Get up and drink, or I'll feed you."

Bai Weiwei frowned, still took the bowl, then lowered her head and drank slowly.

Her eating has always been quiet and slow, especially pleasing to the eye.

The so-called inferiority complex and selfishness in her mouth can't be seen at all.