"I..." Lin Xiahua looks at Jiao Weiwei and wants to explain, but she hears the sound of things landing behind her.

Several people follow the sound and see Lin Doukou standing at the door, looking at them with a lost face. In her hand is a broken bowl, and the soup in it is all over the floor. She looks very embarrassed.

Seeing the people at the door, Lin Xiahua's eyes trembled for a moment, and said, "Lin Doukou?"

Why is she here?

Lin Doukou came in from the outside, looking at Lin Xiahua's disappointment and grievance: "Lin Xiahua, I treat you as my closest person. Today, I specially asked Yu Ma to cook bird's nest soup to send it to you, but you actually want to set me up behind my back!"

Her voice trembled, her beautiful and charming eyes turned red, and she looked really sincere and aggrieved.

"I..." Lin Xiahua was speechless when she watched Lin Doukou perform this kind of affectionate drama in front of her. She would not believe that Lin Doukou would have any real feelings for herself, otherwise, such a thing would not have happened.

Lin Doukou pitifully looked at Lin Xiahua and said in a hoarse voice: "I know you always feel a sense of crisis because I am better than you. You are afraid of losing Xu Yimo and losing these power and status. But how can you sacrifice me to pave the way for yourself?"

Lin Xiahua looks at Lin Doukou's affectionate performance in front of her. She turns her eyes, but Yu Guang unconsciously sweeps Xu Yimo's body.

His dark eyes are aggressive looking at himself, let her heart unnatural jump for a while, soon deviated from the eyes.

Does he also feel that he deliberately framed Lin Doukou for the sake of power and status?

Up to now, she felt that there was no need for her redundant excuse, because she had already admitted it. Now if she did not admit it again, Jiao Weiwei would be injured.

Lin Doukou wronged Baba finish, went to Lin Xiahua's front, reached for her shoulder, tightly pinched her: "you speak ah, you are to give me an explanation, even if it is to cheat me, don't let me so sad."

Lin Xiahua doesn't like the touch of others. At the moment, she is even more disgusted with the hypocritical Lin Doukou.

She frowned, reached out and took her hand off her shoulder. She looked coldly and said, "I have nothing to say. After all, I don't dare to do it like some people."

There are many things Lin Doukou can't see, but now she is right to ask her, what's so good, and give her bird's nest soup?

The bottom of my heart disdains to sneer a, only afraid, Lin Doukou has already investigated all this, deliberately blocking himself here, but happened to run into Xu Yimo.

Lin Doukou looks at her being pushed away by Lin Xiahua. Her eyes become more and more aggrieved. She looks at Xu Yimo for help: "Yimo..."

Xu Yimo frowned and stepped forward. He took a big palm over Lin Doukou and protected her cold Lin Xiahua: "what? Is it reasonable to frame others? "

The voice of his cold questioning came, but it was because he loved another woman.

Lin Xiahua endured slightly sour eyes and looked at him with a sneer: "you see, I just don't like her. What's the matter? Do I have to watch what I struggle for disappear? "

In Xu Yimo's ear, the struggle she said naturally turned into money and power.

Xu Yimo looked at her eyes deeper, eyes more and more cold thin and dangerous, hate to tear up this woman, in her eyes, in addition to the trend, there is no other thing?

Jiao Weiwei stands on one side and looks at Xu Yimo. She is afraid that he will hurt Lin Xiahua again. She rushes to pull Lin Xiahua aside and looks at Lin Doukou coldly: "if you want to say that the really strange person is you, you are not ashamed to be so ambiguous with your own sister's husband!"

Lin Doukou's face turned white when Jiao Weiwei said it.

Lin Xiahua's eyes flashed for a while, quickly and quietly grasped Jiao Weiwei's hand, suggesting that she should not continue to say.

Xu Yimo has always been a treasure of Lin Doukou. She is reluctant to see her wronged. If Jiao Weiwei stands out for herself, she may be angry with Xu Yimo.

Jiao Weiwei originally wanted to follow the story that she received the photo on her mobile phone that night. Now she was signaled by Lin Xiahua. She swallowed the breath and bit her lip, but she still didn't say it.

In fact, she felt that although the photos sent that night were anonymous, they must have been directed and acted by Lin Doukou himself. Otherwise, with the influence of the Xu family, there would have been no paparazzi who dared to use knives on his head.

"So, you deliberately forced me because you were afraid that I would take away Yimo?" Lin Doukou looked at Lin Xiahua with a trembling voice.

Lin Xiahua took a deep breath, looked at her coldly, bit her lip, without any excuse.

"Forget it, I mistook you for nothing!" Lin Doukou said a hard, deep look at the side of Jiao Weiwei, coldly turned and rushed out of the apartment.Xu Yimo saw Lin Doukou rush out, Jun face a stretch, hard stare at Lin Xiahua, turned and followed out.

Two people left one after the other. Lin Xiahua looked at the disappearing figure at the door and clenched her hand. Then she relaxed a little. The whole person fell down on the ground, and there was no life in her clear eyes.

After all, she is not as good as Lin Doukou in his heart.

"Roll, roll! I don't want to see them for a long time! " Jiao Weiwei went to the door and closed the door. She turned around and saw Lin Xiahua sitting on the ground. She ran to support her and said, "are you ok? Don't be sad for this kind of man!"

What's good about Xu Yimo? She can't stand this kind of man whose women are more like clothes. It's better to be like Jiao Ming. However, she suddenly thinks of Jiao Ming's name when he was drunk. The whole person droops down and sits quietly beside Lin Xiahua.

Lin Xiahua resisted the sour and astringent of the tip of her nose, but the tears still couldn't stop flowing. She slipped from her cheek onto the back of her hand. It was hot. She reached out to wipe her face, but the more she wiped the tears, the more she couldn't stop.

Finally, she simply buried her face in her knees.

Jiao Weiwei frowned and looked at her sad look. With a helpless sigh, she patted her shoulder and put her in her arms, comforting: "it's OK. If he does this to you again, I'll let my brother find a better one for you from other people's veins, which is 10000 times better than Xu Yimo!"

"But some people can't be separated so easily." Lin Xiahua grabs Jiao Weiwei's sleeve and sobs low.

She can vaguely recall that day in the bright sunshine, the man's cold face seems to be plated with a layer of halo, beautiful like a God, on that one eye, then deeply planted in the bottom of my heart, never forget.