But in fact, Tong Jiangxin couldn't help looking in the direction of Lu Chengxi from the corner of his eye. He was wearing a casual suit, with a face that was as expressionless as a model in a European and American magazine. His hands were casually inserted into his trouser pockets, and his eyes were unintentionally
Glancing away.
Li Mingyang stopped a taxi and opened the door. Liao Jianing bent over and sat in first. Tong Jiangxin also raised her feet. The moment she turned her head, she saw a very eye-catching woman coming out of the nightclub, it was Han Bing.
Li Mingyang closed the rear door, opened the passenger door, and sat in.
He turned around and asked Liao Jianing, "Where are you going?"
Liao Jianing spoke out an address, and Li Mingyang told the driver to drive first.
Tong Jiangxin just looked at the reversing mirror from beginning to end. In the reversing mirror, Han Bing walked towards Lu Chengxi with a sweet smile. Lu Chengxi said something unknown, and the smile on Han Bing's face became even bigger. He opened the passenger door,
Hanbing sat in...
Afterwards, Tong Jiangxin couldn't see it anymore and didn't want to see it anymore.
The three of them were sitting in a taxi with the windows open. The wind blew across Tong Jiangxin's face, blowing up her long black hair and messily sweeping across her bright face.
Li Mingyang first sent Liao Jianing home, and then the car drove to the Tong family villa in the middle of the mountain. The two got out of the car together, and Tong Jiangxin said, "Thank you."
Li Mingyang smiled lightly and replied, "Okay, go back quickly."
Tong Jiangxin nodded, told Li Mingyang to be careful on the road, and then walked towards the gate herself.
All the way into the door of the villa, Tong Jiangxin saw that the lights in the hall were still on. Walking inside, there was a soup poison and a note on the table in the living room.
Tong Jiangxin picked it up and looked at it. It was written by Uncle Cheng, "Miss, I've made pumpkin and black bone chicken soup for you. When you come back in the evening, heat it up yourself, drink it and go to bed."
Tong Jiangxin's heart was warmed in an instant. She put away the note, reached out to pick up the soup, opened the lid and smelled it. The chicken soup was still very fragrant, even though it had already cooled down.
Stepping to the kitchen, Tong Jiangxin put the soup Gu into the microwave, while she stood aside in a daze and waited.
There was only one scene in her mind. Han Bing got into Lu Chengxi's car. It turned out that he had come specifically to pick her up tonight.
Tong Jiangxin was lost in thought until the microwave oven made a beeping sound and she finally came to her senses.
Taking the steaming soup Gu up to the second floor, Tong Jiangxin sat at the computer, checking the recruitment of major companies in Hong Kong, and drinking chicken soup.
Ever since something happened to the Tong family, Tong Jiangxin's nerves have become extremely sensitive. She used to be very sleepy, but now she has become a very light sleeper. She can sleep for six hours a day. If she is suddenly awakened by some sound, she will be very sleepy.
Don't even think about sleeping again.
So even after playing in the nightclub for a long time and drinking a lot of wine, now she is just physically tired, but she doesn't really want to sleep.
With a few clicks of the mouse, she submitted her resume to several Fortune 50 companies.
The retro clock on the wall moved bit by bit. Tong Jiangxin quietly drank most of the chicken soup and looked at the clock. It was already half past four. She turned off the computer, took a shower, and then climbed into bed to sleep.
When the lights were turned off, Lu Chengxi's face appeared in front of Tong Jiangxin's eyes. She was so frightened that she suddenly opened her eyes and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
Holding the pink and purple velvet quilt with her fingers, Tong Jiangxin frowned. She thought that when she first met Lu Chengxi, he was in this room and had something happen to her that she would never forget. It was a torture.
, is also a mark that can never be erased.
There was already a layer of fine beads of sweat on the palms of her hands. Tong Jiangxin opened her mouth slightly and secretly regulated her breathing. She kept telling herself that now she was free. She gave up everything, just not wanting him to catch her any more.
.
Now that she has no father, no Jiang Hao, and is even ready to move out of the Tong family villa at any time, she wants to see what else he can threaten her.
Perhaps the constant psychological suggestions had an effect, and Tong Jiangxin's body gradually softened, and her eyes, which had been kept wide open and dared not close, gradually relaxed.
Go to sleep, wake up, and everything will start again.
At around nine o'clock the next morning, Tong Jiangxin slowly opened her eyes. When she saw the retro clock on the wall, she felt anxious for a moment, thinking that she had overslept and would be late for work.
But in just a moment, she remembered that now that she had resigned, she no longer had to report to the Lu Group.
A heart stayed where it should be. Tong Jiangxin didn't feel happy or sad. She only slept for more than five hours. She opened the quilt and got up from the bed.
In the past few months, she had been tensing up every day to live her life. Now that she was suddenly free, Tong Jiangxin was a little confused and didn't know what to do.
After taking a shower, changing her clothes and going downstairs, Tong Jiangxin looked around the Tong family villa. It was deserted and deserted. Even Uncle Cheng didn't know where he was.
Standing on the stairs on the second floor, she couldn't help but feel disappointed. She was really just walking away, so what if she kept the house? Did she just want to live in an empty house alone?
With an expressionless face, Tong Jiangxin walked downstairs, and then went to the backyard through the side door. There was a large area of flowers planted in the backyard, which her father had ordered before his death.
Now the only servant in the Tong family is Uncle Cheng. He is old and too busy on weekdays. Tong Jiangxin saw that side branches had appeared around those precious flowers.
Picking up the big scissors in the tool box, Tong Jiangxin came to the garden and had nothing to do. She imitated the servants she had seen pruning side branches and began pruning them seriously.
Tong Jiangxin just wanted to use it to kill time at first, but as time went by, she discovered that when people are doing something seriously, their hearts will go blank, and they will forget everything whether they are happy or unhappy.
I don't know how long it took, but it wasn't until Tong Jiangxin heard someone calling her from behind that she turned around.
Uncle Cheng was carrying two plastic bags with fresh vegetables in his hands. He said loudly, "Miss, why are you doing all this work yourself? Leave it alone, I will do it later."
Tong Jiangxin had beads of sweat on her forehead and replied with a smile, "It's okay, Uncle Cheng. I found that pruning flowers is a skill."
She began to tell Uncle Cheng one by one what happened during the pruning process.
It was rare for Uncle Cheng to see Tong Jiangxin smile recently. He also smiled and nodded and said, "Miss, if you have time on weekdays, you can come to this backyard for a walk."
Tong Jiangxin agreed with a smile. Uncle Cheng said that he was going to prepare lunch, and Tong Jiangxin also said that he was going to help. The two of them chatted and walked to the kitchen. The days were like going back to the time when nothing happened.