Chapter 143 Is It Too Late?

"Is he really crazy?" Shen Rou said angrily, "He hid such a big thing as marriage from everyone in the family."

"Rou Rou." Yan Shaoqing's tone suddenly became serious, and he said in a rare serious tone, "Asi is not like us. He is a person who has a very clear plan for his life. He does nothing impulsively, and he doesn't make decisions casually."

"I believe he must have his own considerations for doing this."

"And" Yan Shaoqing was silent for a few seconds before speaking again, "I can feel that Asi cares about that woman. So if you see her tomorrow night, whether you like her or not, don't show it in front of Asi."

Shen Rou tightened her fingers, pursed her lips and said nothing.

Yan Shaoqing sighed softly: "I said a long time ago that if you really like Asi, tell him earlier. Now he is married, hey, what are you thinking about."

Listening to Yan Shaoqing's sigh, Shen Rou's heart seemed to be cut by something.

She had a layer of mist in her eyes, bit her lips tightly, and couldn't say a word.

Is it too late?

She has liked him for more than 20 years.

She fell in love with him the first time she saw him.

The more she liked him, the more she was afraid of losing him.

She was afraid that her confession would make them no longer friends.

But now

She seemed to have completely lost the opportunity to confess to him, and she had completely lost her love.

Qiao Mianmian thought that she would not be used to having another person in the room, and would not be able to sleep.

But in fact, she fell asleep very quickly.

The lights were turned off, and it was quiet all around.

In the darkness, each other's breathing was very clear.

She lay on the bed, listening to the other breathing sound in the room. Not only did she not feel used to it, but she felt very relieved.

She felt more secure than ever before.

It was just that when she thought that she had let Mo Yesi sleep on the floor, she felt a little guilty.

She estimated that this was most likely the first time he slept on the floor in his life.

I don't know if he will be very uncomfortable with it.

Although it is summer now, sleeping on the floor will not affect much, but she will feel a little uneasy about letting the young master of the Mo family sleep on the floor.

"Mo Yesi"

She moved to the bed little by little, and said in a thin and weak voice: "Are you asleep?"

The man replied immediately: "Not yet."

Qiao Mianmian: ""

After waiting for a while, she didn't hear her speak again, and the man's magnetic and seductive voice sounded low in the darkness: "Baby, are you asleep?"

This time, Qiao Mianmian also replied immediately: "No."

Mo Yesi said softly, and then said: "Tell me something?"

Qiao Mianmian grabbed the small quilt, hesitated for a few seconds, and asked softly: "Is it uncomfortable to sleep on the floor? Are you very uncomfortable?"

The man did not answer her immediately.

But after a while of silence, he replied: "Well, not used to it."

Qiao Mianmian was stunned.

Is he really not used to it?

She tugged at the small quilt in her hand again, bit her lips, and said softly, "Is this your first time sleeping on the floor?"

"Yeah."

Although I guessed that it was definitely his first time sleeping on the floor, but when I heard his "Yeah", the feeling of guilt came over me again.

"Actually, I can sleep on the sofa."

The small sofa in the living room was definitely not suitable for him to sleep on, but it was suitable for her to sleep on.