There was a hint of humility in this voice.

While he was waiting for Qiao Qiao to give him the answer, the night outside the balcony became quieter and darker.

It was so quiet that you could hear his heartache.

Qiao Qiao didn't answer him directly, which proved that she was hesitant.

Or maybe, I don’t love it.

That's why I didn't answer her directly.

Otherwise, once she knows something on her mind, she will simply say it.

Phytolacca held the nanmu railing uneasily, and suddenly said, "Forget it, there's no need to tell me the answer..."

Qiao Qiao, who was thousands of miles away, felt a little sour in his heart.

What made her even more sour were some of her moods.

Blowing in the cold wind and looking at the snowflakes, she said:

"Shanglu, you should know that when I am with you, I do it to avoid the trouble of being harassed by Chen Yajun."

"It's also to find someone suitable to live with and spend the rest of my life with. I'm not here for love."

Phytolacca's slumped shoulders looked a little depressed.

Under the night, his slender and tall figure looked particularly lonely.

But he tried his best to use a calm tone to cover up his inner uneasiness, "I know."

She said it all when she got married.

Then he asked, "What about after marriage? During the six months we got together after marriage, did you ever love me?"

After asking this question, Phytolacca's entire back went stiff.

Hold the railing tighter.

The more confused you are, the harder you push.

"..." Qiao Qiao on the other end did not answer him immediately.

She looked up at the same night sky as Phytolacca and asked, "Phanglu, it's snowing here in Wenzhou, what about your side?"

"Qiao Er." Shang Lu's voice was hoarse, revealing unprecedented humility, "Answer my question directly, what about after marriage? Did you fall in love with me after marriage?"

"Phytolacca, at our age, it is impossible for us to love passionately, let alone someone." What she said was completely true.

It's all about her true state of mind after going through so much.

She was abandoned twice.

One time was her biological parents who gave birth to her and raised her until she was four years old.

The first time was He Qidong, who had grown up with her since childhood and lived a rough and turbulent life together, but also had no love from his parents.

Although they only officially dated for three years, they could be considered childhood sweethearts. In the end, He Qidong left.

This experience created her character of not wanting to rely on anyone.

Naturally, I won't let myself become a love brain, and I won't fall in love so crazily.

Telling the truth may hurt some people.

So, she continued to appease Phytolacca.

"Shanglu, of course, you are the marriage partner of my own choice."

"Whether you are a migrant worker after bankruptcy or you are the richest man in Pengcheng, you are always my approved husband."

"I will work hard to adapt to our status difference, and I will still take this marriage seriously."

Her answer was neither strong nor weak, and she was extremely serious.

But Shangluca smiled softly.

There was a hint of pain and helplessness in the laughter.

The hand holding the railing unconsciously let go weakly.

In the palm of my hand, I no longer have any strength.

The answer she gave was better than not giving it.

People who live together!?

In the final analysis... I just don't love it.

"Is it snowing heavily over there?" As if to distract from the depression in his heart, he changed the topic.

"I guess when I get up tomorrow morning, I'll see heavy snow bending the branches on both sides of the road." Qiao Qiao responded while looking at the snowflakes flying in the sky outside the balcony.

"It must be very cold. Do you have the heater on in your house?"

"Um."

"Go to bed early, cover yourself with quilt, and don't catch a cold."

"Phytolacca." Qiao Qiao called him.

"I hope you can call me husband." Shang Lu's voice sounded like he was at peace, with a hint of hope.

"..." Qiao Qiao couldn't shout.

I'm still not used to those kind of annoying and disgusting names.

It probably has something to do with her independent character.

Shanglu said without any reservation, "Qiao'er, when you were in the same room with me, you were really charming when you called me husband passionately."

Qiao Qiao: "..."

It's not something to be ashamed of.

We are all real couples who have slept with each other many times and had many in-depth communications.

There's nothing to be shy about.

It's just that in this charming quiet night, talking about such an explicit topic seems a bit...

"Phytolacca, I'm going to bed." Qiao Qiao reminded, "Don't be too late."

"Um."

The phone beeped and hung up.

Phytolacca's hand holding the mobile phone lowered it.

Falling weakly on one side of the body.

With the other hand, he subconsciously took out the cigarettes in his pajama bag.

That's what was left just now.

All the calmness and composure that he had just pretended to be in front of Qiao Qiao suddenly collapsed like a rock.

I feel restless and anxious.

The more this happens, the more anxious I am to light up the lighter and light a cigarette to relieve my boredom.

The fireworks of the flash cannon were extinguished by the wind time and time again.

I tried beating it again, but it still refused to burn.

When he was depressed, he even used a lighter to bully him.

He threw the lighter on the carpet, crumpled the cigarette in his hand, and threw it down together.

At this time, there was a prompt message on the phone.

It was Qiao Qiao's WeChat message that came in: Phytolacca, before hanging up the phone, I want to ask you, should you formally take me to your real home to have a look?

Phytolacca replied: It really should be, I will arrange it. Are you free?

Qiao Qiao: I will make time if I don’t have time. I’ll go back to Pengcheng the day after tomorrow.

Shanglu: I'll pick you up at the airport.

Qiao Qiao: No need.

Phytolacca:……

After a while, Phytolacca sent her another message: Qiaoer, thank you.

Qiao Qiao: Why are you thanking me?

Shangluca: Concealing your identity is such a big deal. Thank you for forgiving me.

Qiao Qiao: I don’t know if you can adapt to your new identity, but I tried my best... and fell asleep.

Phytolacca: Good night!

Two days later, Qiao Qiao flew back to Pengcheng.
To be continued...