"Brother Xiao." Leng Xiaotian jumped up from the chair and rushed towards Leng Xiao, wrapping his slender arms around his lean waist, and said happily: "I miss you so much."
Leng Xiao smiled and patted the top of her hair, "You are so old, why are you still acting coquettishly with me?" Although the words were reproachful, his tone was doting.
"I miss you. I haven't seen you for more than three years." She hugged him and said with joy on her face: "Brother Xiao, you are getting more and more handsome. In the words of our classmates, you are getting more and more handsome."
It’s getting more and more flavorful.”
"I think you only learned to be glib when you were abroad."
"No." She took Leng Xiao's arm and walked happily to the second floor: "Brother Xiao, let's go up there and talk. I have a lot of things to tell you."
"Okay, okay." Leng Xiao was dragged by her, but still had a good temper.
Leng Xiaotian cuddled next to him like a little bird, chattering away, and he turned his head and smiled at her from time to time, listening with great interest.
It wasn't until the two of them disappeared on the stairs of the second floor that Qiu Mo was willing to take back his distant thoughts. From the beginning to the end, he was very stingy in looking at her.
She loosened her tightly clenched fists and took off her disguise. The momentary loneliness enveloped her whole body in a kind of sadness.
Axiu felt distressed and was about to say something, but Qiu Mo quickly raised her hand to stop her. She didn't need sympathy now. She lowered her eyelids and slowly walked to the dining table and sat down.
The food was already a little cold. She picked up her chopsticks and ate it one bite at a time. Every bite was tasteless. The water droplets in her eyes were about to fall. She stretched out her hand to wipe it randomly and said to Axiu with a smile: "
Ah Xiu, this dish is so spicy, it makes me cry."
But Axiu couldn't laugh. An impulse made her grab the bowls and chopsticks from Qiu Mo's hand, and angrily walked to the kitchen: "Young mistress, Axiu, I can't see that you have wronged yourself so much."
Qiu Mo felt sad: Even outsiders can't stand such a feeling. How long can she hold on? People will eventually get tired. When one day, she feels that she is so tired that she must stop, will she just stop?
Will give up chasing him.
Leng Xiaotian's silvery laughter came from upstairs, and she could imagine her face full of joy at this time. Once upon a time, she had such a smile and vitality in front of him, but time has changed all this
Polished and eliminated.
Qiu Mo felt out of breath and wanted to go for a walk in the courtyard. He bumped into Leng Ningyu who had returned late. Seeing that her expression was not good, he hurriedly asked: "What's the matter? Brother has made you angry again?"
"No, I just feel uncomfortable and want to get some air."
"I'll accompany you."
Qiu Mo looked at him in surprise, saw that his expression was calm, and finally nodded.
The assistant pushed Leng Ningyu to the flower stand in the courtyard and respectfully stepped aside to wait in the small side hall.
A rack of roses was in full bloom, pink and white, covering the fence.
Qiu Mo was particularly fond of these flowers when she saw them. She couldn't help walking over and leaning down slightly, putting her nose close to them.
Take a deep breath and feel the fragrance all over your body.
The look of a girl in plain clothes lowering her head to sniff the roses fell in the eyes of two men at the same time. The cold figure beside the window on the second floor had cold eyebrows, half a cigarette between her slender fingers, and her petite and tender breasts were covered with bright red flowers.
The outline of her body was all white, so white that she was shockingly pure. He had always thought that she was not beautiful, but now that he saw her, she felt something different.