Chapter 17: There is no such habit (7)

If a man doesn't like a woman, why waste such thoughts? But it seems that every time, the young master and the young lady always break up unhappily, so that every time he brings home gifts, they have never been sent out. The destination of those gifts has always been a trash can.
Every time the young master went home excitedly, and every time, he left in rage.
He couldn't figure out what the reason was.
Thinking of this, Lao Zhu couldn't help but pause, and when he looked around, Che Che still slowly opened his mouth. He whispered, tentatively, "Master, did you give her the gift you brought to Madam Young?"
Under normal circumstances, a woman will be happy when she receives a gift. Many conflicts can be exposed. Where is the overnight hatred between the two couples?
gift……
Shi Che's eyebrows moved slightly, his hand touched the pocket of his suit jacket and took out a heart-shaped jewelry box from it.
Open it, and there is a silver anklet lying quietly inside, with a small sun tied to the anklet, and the light is refracted, seeming to glow with dazzling and hot light.
Her first smile was as bright and hot as the sun.
And the meaning of the anklet is: to tie this life, tie the next life.
Shi Che stared at the chain quietly for a long time. Then, he curled his lips, and a coldness appeared in his eyes. The next second, he closed the box suddenly and pressed the car window, and the box just ruthlessly Was thrown out.
Lao Zhu stared blankly and wanted to say something, but when he saw Che's gloomy face, all the words were swallowed back into his stomach.
He really is, what more! Old Zhu couldn't wait to smoke himself.
Originally, his intention was to remind the young master that he took the initiative to give the gift to the young lady, which could ease the relationship between the two people. He didn't expect that in the end, it was self-defeating, and this gift could not escape the fate of being lost.
Lao Zhu sighed secretly in his heart, not daring to say anything, but said, "Master, where are we going? Do you want to go to the famous Liwan Mansion?"
Shi Che didn't answer, but still sat there quietly, his dark eyes seemed to be inadvertently, looking out the car window, scanning to the door, as if expecting something.
But there was always empty.
After waiting for a long time, Shi Che lowered his eyes, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corners of his lips, gradually becoming cold.
"No, go to the company."
When Old Zhu thought Shi Che would not answer, Shi Che's voice sounded cold and lonely.
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Ling Chuxia sat on the bed for a long time, and stayed for a long time, until it rained again outside the house, and there was lightning and thunder, Ling Chuxia suddenly recovered.
She raised her head blankly, looked out the window, it was raining again...
She pulled the thin quilt, her fingers inadvertently touched the box of aftercare. Her hand held it for a long time. Finally, she opened the box, took out one, put it in her mouth, and swallowed it dry.