The three people in the room had their own thoughts, and a strange silence floated in the air.
Lin Jinfeng just looked at her reluctantly and sadly, completely ignoring the sad and disappointed look in Sophia's eyes behind him.
Qiu Mo opened his hand on her arm little by little and said with a smile: "Jin Feng, I have to go back."
Although she was smiling, her tone was firm. Lin Jinfeng understood her character. Once she decided to do this, no one could change her.
Qiu Mo was released by Zi Yang. If she didn't go back before dark, Zi Yang would be hurt. Moreover, she had no reason to leave with Lin Jinfeng. She glanced at Sophia, who was tall and beautiful. Maybe she was
She is Lin Jinfeng's last support. She envies Sophia because Lin Jinfeng is a man worthy of being entrusted with her life, but she does not have such a life.
Lin Jinfeng wanted to say something more, but when he saw her firm eyes, he finally swallowed the words on his lips and only smiled bitterly: "Okay, I'll give it to you."
"I have arranged for Uto." Sophia said standing at the door.
Lin Jinfeng glared at her angrily and said in Thai: "You still dare to mention that person to me?"
Sophia wanted to retort, but seeing his unkind expression, she had no choice but to swallow and move aside.
Lin Jinfeng went to pick up the car, and there were only two women left in the house.
The courtyard is very quiet, so quiet that you can hear the rustling of leaves in the wind.
Sophia saw Qiu Mo walking towards the door. The sunlight had plated her body with gold. Her hair was black and shiny, like fine silk from Suzhou and Hangzhou. Just as she was about to say something, she saw her turning back from the backlight, standing tall.
The bridge of his nose was filled with brilliance, and his eyes were shining like gems of the highest quality.
She is so beautiful that it cannot be described in words. There is only a deep shock that hits the visual nerve of the observer.
Sophia suddenly felt inferior, and she had never experienced this kind of inferiority in her whole life. She had seen women who were more beautiful than her, but most of them were just disdain. What made her feel inferior was that not only was she beautiful, but more importantly, she was
Occupied Lin Jinfeng's heart.
She said with some jealousy: "I can give Lin career and money, but you can't give these."
Qiu Mo just smiled, looked back at her and said, "Thank you."
Sophia was stunned by the thank you, frowned and asked: "Thank you for what?"
Qiu Mo smiled and said nothing. When she saw Lin Jinfeng's car approaching, she walked out slowly.
Her low singing voice also came out at the same time: "What Lin lacks is not just career and money. I think you understand that you can give them too, right?"
Sophia stared blankly as she got into the car. Uto stood behind the car with a confused look on his face and spread his hands in her direction.
And the words always echoed in her ears: You can give it, right?
She can give him whatever he wants, but she doesn't know if he is willing to accept it.
The car turned out of the courtyard, passed through these messy alleys, and then drove onto the avenue.
Qiu Mo's face could not hide the joy, which gradually infected Lin Jinfeng, who was feeling depressed.
It's rare to meet again, and it's even more difficult to meet again in the future, so you have to smile in such a short moment, right?
"Momo, do you remember where we first met?"
Qiu Mo chuckled, "I remember, it was on the embankment by the sea."
He could never forget that she was sitting on the beach, like an elf transformed from the sea water. When she raised her eyes to look at him, there was a tear like a pearl in the corner of her eye. Maybe from that moment on, he secretly swore in his heart
To protect her, she is his princess, the hope he pursues in his life. She is just a little afterglow that he looks back on inadvertently, but it makes him willing to give up everything and follow her through thousands of mountains and rivers.
It was as if a long, long time ago, so long that he didn't even know it, he had been by her side, her knight, her flower protector.
He looked at the road ahead and asked quietly: "Momo, if there were no Leng Xiao and no Ye Hen, would you love me?"
He was a little nervous when he didn't hear an answer, until a soft little hand covered the back of his hand and said firmly: "Yes."
He smiled with relief: "With your words, everything I have done is worth it."
They are really two people with a delicate relationship. Both can give their lives to each other, but in the end they cannot call each other lovers. There are many kinds of feelings in the world. Maybe the result is not important, so never look for one result and keep one.
Hope it might go further.
Lin Jinfeng parked the car outside Fontaine Green City, but refused to open the door.
Qiu Mo also accompanied him quietly, looking at the maple forest in front of him as red as a flame about to burn.
"Momo, we will meet again, right?"
When she was about to answer, he suddenly pressed her lips. A cold touch came along his fingertips. Crystal light flashed in his eyes. In her peaceful and warm gaze, he slowly lowered his head.
She closed her eyes and felt his breathing getting closer and closer to her. This might be the last time. When they meet again, she might have forgotten him.
She always owed him a kiss and a favor that would take her whole life to repay.
But there is no need to say this between them. This great love has long transcended life and death and spreads without borders.
In the end, his kiss did not fall on her beautiful lips. He tilted his head and kissed her cheek. He was almost greedy for it, and his big hands tightly hugged her waist.
"Momo, Momo." He murmured her name, and a tear slid down from the corner of his beautiful eye with colorful light, slid across the tattoo on his face, fell on her eye socket, and was wet with tears.
She felt a slight sting at the place where she felt, and she heartbrokenly repeated over and over in her heart: Near Feng, Near Feng.
Zi Yang picked a lot of chrysanthemums and waited outside the gate. Seeing her walking towards her in a daze, he quickly went up to her and asked, "How's it going? Have you seen him?"
Qiu Mo nodded, his eyes gloomy.
Was she feeling relieved or sad? She couldn't tell clearly, because even she felt for Mao Dun in her own heart. She hoped that he could have his own life again, but at the same time she showed deep reluctance towards him.
However, she was always willing to believe that Leng Xiao would not give up on her so soon. When they were at the racecourse, he had clearly said such determined words. She rubbed her aching temples and said to Zi Yang, "Go back."
A large number of sperms were placed in crystal bottles, and some of them still had flower buds on them.
When Ye Hen came back, he saw her sitting in front of the table, holding a pair of scissors in her hand and carefully trimming the chrysanthemums. She looked as pale as a chrysanthemum. This was probably the scene.
She put the cut chrysanthemums into the bottle and picked one up from the table.
"Going out to pick flowers today?" Ye Hen pressed her hand and asked with a smile.