From a distance, the spoon looked like a ball of snow squatting at Leng Xiao's door. It didn't know why it was locked out of Qiu Mo's door, so it had to come to its neighbor for help.
Leng Xiao walked up to it, raised his feet and wanted to kick it aside, because as soon as he saw this rabbit, he would think of its owner, think of it holding the spoon in its arms and scolding him: "Leng Xiao, what are you doing?"
Are you jealous of Rabbit?"
"Leng Xiao, do you like the sunset or the morning sun?"
"Leng Xiao, will you leave me? I don't want you to leave me."
A sound like silver bells echoed in his ears, and it was as if there was a surge of heat in his chest, looking for a place to erupt.
He still misses her so much that it hurts to the bone and deep into the soul.
He leaned down and picked up the spoon, then pushed open his door.
The spoon could finally go home. It jumped out of his arms and jumped onto the big bed. The only two things it could not live without in its life were the bed and the carrots.
Leng Xiao didn't pay attention to it, but went to the window and closed the curtains. He didn't turn on the light, but sat alone in the darkness, with a faint silhouette projected on the floor very vaguely.
During the day, he used a mountain of work to numb himself so that he had no time to think about her. But at night, loneliness and darkness followed one after another, and the longing broke the bank.
Especially when Xiaotian said that she even threatened Ye Hen with her life to save Xiaotian, the wound on her chest was probably caused at that time.
She can risk her life for Xiaotian, and he can also risk his life for her. He doesn't know what unspeakable secret can make her be so heartless. If the sky falls and he is there to hold it up, he doesn't want to see it.
She was hurt a little bit, doesn’t she understand?
But why did she use such a cruel method to draw a clear line between them, making him despair and heartbroken.
He had to admit that her goal had been achieved, and she was feeling hopeless. Is this how she felt now?
A fiery red light lit up in the darkness. Leng Xiao lit a cigarette but did not smoke it. He stared at the flickering spark in trance, and finally reached out to put it out in the ashtray on the side in annoyance.
The spoon on the bed was very quiet. It lay on the pillow and wanted to sleep peacefully. The fragrance of mulberry flowers exuded from it, and it felt that it was about to fall asleep.
But suddenly, the pillow was taken away, and it jumped up in fear, and then saw Leng Xiao lying on the bed, leaning on the pillow, and gently stroking the edge of the pillow with one hand.
He could imagine how serious she was when making the pillow. The tea leaves must have been selected little by little with her delicate white fingers, and every stitch and thread must have been carefully sewn by her skillful hands. Ever since he had this pillow, he
His insomnia symptoms have improved significantly, and he has always regarded this pillow as a treasure.
Spoon was regretting the pillow he had robbed, when he suddenly saw Leng Xiao jump out of the bed, then strode to the window, opened the window with a huff, and then threw the pillow in his hand hard.
The white pillow seemed to flash a glimmer of light in the dark night, but soon disappeared into the dark night.
He stood in front of the window, holding the window lattice tightly with his hands, breathing heavily, as if what he had just thrown out was not the pillow, but his heart. If there was no heart, it would not hurt.
He laughed softly, but the laughter sounded particularly helpless and sad.
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Five days later, a luxury hotel in city a.
The birthday party of Murong An's daughter Murong Qianqian was held here, because Murong Qianqian had just returned from studying in the United States. Not only did she obtain double doctorates, but she also won the title of Outstanding Chinese in the United States.
Compared with her stunning appearance, her talent in racing is even more worthy of praise.
She participated in the Formula 1 race as the only female driver. Although she did not achieve a good ranking, she was the only female racing driver in her country to participate in the Formula 1 race.
The birthday party was very lively, which was inseparable from Murong An's prominent status. He was a retail king in the country with immeasurable assets. All the people present were heavyweights, and everyone was handed out gold-plated invitations.
As the protagonist of the birthday party, Murong Qianqian wore a golden dress with sparkling gold and a black satin belt. It not only got rid of the monotonous color, but also tightened her waist, making her waist like a willow even less full.
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Wearing today's most popular gold high-heeled shoes with fish skin pattern on her feet, she looks tall, exquisite and graceful.
All the men and women present were amazed by her.
While she and Murong An were smiling to welcome the guests, they were a little absent-minded.
"Hello, Ms. Murong. I am the son of the chairman of Shanda Bank. My name is Wang Tianlin. Nice to meet you." A handsome young man with a good appearance came over and introduced himself to her.
Murong smiled politely, touched the wine glass he brought, and took a sip.
I'm used to seeing disciples from such aristocratic families, all of them are very vulgar. They go around seducing beautiful girls just because their father has a little money, but in fact they don't have a few drops of ink in their stomachs.
Murong Qianqian disliked this kind of person the most, but she still pretended to be polite on the surface.
At this time, someone didn't know who shouted: "Master Leng is here."
The name sounded familiar to her, and she suddenly remembered that this Mr. Leng was the man her mother had been talking about introducing to her every day. His wife died a year ago, and he was a diamond king and a fifth-level figure.
She curled her lips in disdain and watched those people rushing towards the door like a tide.
"Qianqian, why are you still standing there? Mr. Leng came here specifically to celebrate your birthday. Why don't you go and greet him?" Mrs. Murong anxiously pulled her daughter over there.
"Mommy, I don't want to see Young Master Leng. I already have someone I like." Although Murong Qianqian was repelled, she didn't want to quarrel with Madam Murong, so she had to follow her to greet her, but she thought in her heart, what's the big deal?
Yes, with so many people paying attention to him, he must be a nouveau riche, with a round belly, and maybe even a set of big gold teeth.
"Young Master Leng, there are few visitors." Murong An walked over and laughed.
"Uncle Murong, there is no need to be polite. It's your daughter's birthday and your nephew should come to congratulate her." He called himself his nephew, which immediately made Murong An extremely favored.
Murong An immediately saw Nie Ronghua next to him and said quickly: "Madam is here too. Please sit inside."
"Ah, Madam Leng." Madam Murong walked over quickly and said with a smile: "Look, so many people have gathered in just a short time, and Madam Leng's brilliance is still as bright as before."
As soon as Nie Ronghua heard the words of praise for himself, he immediately beamed with joy, held Mrs. Murong's hand and said, "Mrs. Murong is also graceful and noble, and none of those young people can compare with her."
The two exchanged pleasantries, and then Mrs. Murong pulled Murong Qianqian out from behind and said, "Qianqian, why don't you say hello quickly when you see your aunt here?"