Correspondingly, on the computer screen, the same characters kept flashing in the Chinese translation dialog box that occupied at least one-third of the screen——
"I love her. She's my wife."
"I love her. She's my wife."
"I love her. She's my wife."
…
I don’t know how long time passed, but Su Wanqing had a faint smile on her face, and her dreamy black eyes reflected the various gorgeous colors. She seemed to be in a daze, sitting on a soft chair, holding her phone
Turn up the volume to the maximum and play it over and over again.
Her ears listened greedily to his gentle and affectionate voice, and her eyes hungrily stared at the words on the screen, as if they were the supreme mantra given by the Lord God.
One minute, two minutes, an hour, two hours. She just kept smiling and sitting stupidly, until the light from the computer screen stimulated her eyes to swell and hurt, and she was finally willing to look away.
She had always thought that he had always avoided dealing with his fiancée Mechelle, but she didn't expect that he had already made a certain vow to her in an extremely natural way without her knowing it.
Looking back now, in every detail of the month we got along, he never said love, and rarely even said he liked her, but he has constantly lived out the motto of love with his own actions.
It must be because the light from the computer screen was so stimulating that she shed tears uncontrollably.
A smile appeared on Su Wanqing's lips, and she wiped the tears on her cheeks with her backhand.
She found the USB cable of her mobile phone, uploaded the recording to the network disk, and selected the permanent storage option.
Before going to bed at night, Wan Qing originally wanted to call Luo Xichen, but after thinking about it, she held back. In the end, she just sent a good night text message.
His love does not need to be declared in words, but it will be put into action.
Therefore, she will not make any noise when moved by this quiet and profound love.
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The direct flight from Rome to City
When Su Wanqing went downstairs with everyone, he had already seen Luo Xichen waiting on the sofa in the lobby on the first floor of the Townhouse Galleria Hotel in Milan.
Luo Xichen was on the same flight as them, so it was more convenient to simply go together.
Along the way, Luo Xichen sat with Su Wanqing as a matter of course, chatting and laughing without hesitation, and the situation was very intimate.
Although all the people traveling with us saw this, they were smart enough to choose to turn a blind eye.
One is the crown prince of the SRTWR entertainment empire, and the other is a newcomer that SRTWR strongly supports this year. Coupled with the ambiguous relationship that can’t be explained for a generation, no one can criticize these two people.
However, in every group of people, there are always some smart people.
Chu Zihan always had a cold face and treated everyone who took the initiative to talk to him, even Chu Hong, who had been by his side day and night and took good care of him, was no exception.
As for Tang Niange, he kept squinting his eyes, glancing once or twice in the direction of Su Wanqing and Luo Xichen from time to time. The curve of his lips was half mocking and half jealous.
At five or six o'clock in the afternoon, the plane landed on time at the airport in City X. Luo Xichen helped Su Wanqing get off the plane together with the few salutes.