"Hey, what else can it be? Isn't it just Sheng Tingye, the second young master of the Sheng family?"

Aunt Mei frowned tightly when she mentioned this name, sighed and said, "You should know that Miss Xinxin had a marriage before. She devoted a lot of sincerity to this marriage and devoted a lot of feelings to the one named Sheng. Unfortunately, it ended up being ugly..."

"A woman, she could have been invincible, but when she met the word "love", she became obsession. Our Miss Xinxin is too a perfect match and has been trapped in that failed marriage. She has not yet come out after so many years."

Mr. Q was silent for a long time. Under his mask, he couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could feel his whole body exuding a cold and gloomy mood.

"I heard what you mean, she has been loving her ex-husband for so many years. Is it because she misses her too much that she can't sleep at night and has a long time insomnia?"

"I can't understand it that way."

Aunt Mei shook her head: "If you can't get out, you may not be in love. You may just be unwilling to give up, or you can't forget it."

"Don't give up?"

"Yes, feelings are just like stock trading. The more you invest, the harder it is to get rid of the trap. Once you lose money, you will not only not stop, but you will also use more capital to gamble until you lose all your money in the end... There is such a big hole in your heart, so it is not so easy to let go."

Aunt Mei’s words are quite philosophical and confusing.

Mr. q seemed to be deeply touched and said coldly: "You are right. Things like feelings are like stock trading. Since the winner is difficult to determine, the only solution is not to invest too much. If one point of emotion is invested, you can take it back at any time. Of course, you won't be reluctant to let go, and you won't be unwilling to give up."

Aunt Mei looked at the man in confusion and asked carefully: "Then what kind of feelings do you have for our Miss Xinxin? If you just want to devote yourself to her, it is better not to provoke her, because once we Miss Xinxin gets stuck, it will be difficult to get out. She has suffered the pain of love once, and she must not suffer the pain of love anymore!"

"How much points I invest depends on how much points she invests. It seems that all her scores are still on her ex-husband, and I'm afraid I don't want to give me any points."

"Isn't that true? Miss Xinxin's heart disease is not cured for one day, so she can't fall in love with others and start a new relationship. She has to be depressed all day and suffer from insomnia every night. It's really worrying!"

Aunt Mei felt a headache when she thought of these things.

She couldn't help but pat Mr. Q on the shoulder and said, "Come on, since our lady is willing to bring you to Xiangyang Island, your position in her heart is special. Try to make her fall in love with you earlier, so that her heart will be cured naturally."

"I can't afford this..."

Mr. q said meaningfully: "The person who tied the bell must be untied. Since her heart disease is Sheng Tingye, let Sheng Tingye treat it."

Chu Zhixin didn't know how long she had slept, but it was already late at night when she woke up, and there was a faint desk lamp in the room.

Mr. Q was lying on the lounge chair under the desk lamp, with a book on his body, and seemed to be asleep.

Chu Zhixin touched his forehead, and it seemed that it was no longer hot.

She lifted the quilt, gently got out of the bed, and tiptoed to the man.

The "Midnight Rakshasa" who was scared by everyone was lying on her lazy sofa, sleeping, with Maugham's "Moon and Sixpence" on her body. This scene... is so weird!

Chu Zhixin calmed down, took a deep breath, and then reached out and shook it in front of the man.

The man was still motionless. Judging from the frequency of the chest fluctuations, he was indeed asleep, and he was like deep sleep.

She said in her heart: Xiaoyao, no matter how cautious you are, it finally falls into my hands. Today I want to see what kind of terrible face you have under your mask?

Although Mr. Q has ordered that anyone who sees his true face will be killed without mercy!

But he is sleeping now. Even if she watches, she can still treat it as a dream without counting it. He shouldn't kill her, right?

Chu Zhixin hugged her waist, her long fingers attached to the man's perfectly contoured cheeks. When she was about to take off his mask, her wrist was suddenly strangled.

"what you up to?"
Chapter completed!