[Hey, I received a big red envelope today, and I will add another chapter! Thank you dear classmate 06190111xuyuan! 】
She remembered that it meant "love"
When I was in school, every time I came into contact with a new language, everyone would excitedly ask how to write "love" in which language - Korean, French, English... Only Russian, with its "twisted" words, is more suitable.
The lingering love made her remember it
Does лю6ntb describe the uncle and that woman?
Looking at the entertainment text message, Tong Yao couldn't help but feel a sore nose and feel panicked! But he had to admit: the two of them looked really good-looking standing together!
And she, in comparison, is too small and inconspicuous...
After a while, the screen automatically dimmed. Before Tong Yao could recover, her green-white fingertips gently touched the gray screen, but she did not have the courage to turn the screen back on.
The gap is really too big. Just one look at it is enough to make you feel ashamed.
"Tong Yao, have you changed your clothes?" There were two slight clicks on the door, and Zuo Chuanyan urged from outside, "Call me when you are ready!"
He could just come in and help her move her things!
"Well... ok!" She responded, but found that her voice had a strong nose, the sourness in her heart spread unknownly, and the pain in her heart became more and more obvious.
Uncle...
The uncle who agreed to only hold her for the rest of his life when she acted coquettishly became someone else's after all...
A drop of cold tears fell silently, falling on the dark phone screen, creating a beautiful pool of water, reflecting her sad eyes...
Zuo Chuanyan waited outside for a long time and called "Tong Yao" and "Tong Yao" several times, but there was no response from inside. He was worried and finally pushed the door open and barged in.
The room was still cluttered, and she was still wearing her previous pajamas, standing quietly in the middle aisle, with her back to the door, as if she was looking at something in her hand, her little shoulders twitching...
Zuo Chuanyan felt horrified: Could it be that he was crying?
"Hey, hey, hey!" He approached her anxiously, picked up the tissue paper on the table and wiped it on her face, "Don't cry! What's wrong with you? Things were smashed, I... I'll buy you a new one.
Is it good?"
Don't cry in front of him again!
He is under great pressure. What if he thinks he made her cry...
"It's okay." She bit her lower lip and shook her head. Before Zuo Chuanyan could get into more trouble, she raised her head with an ugly smile, "Can you take me to the airport?"
"Airport?!" He was really panicking now!
Tong Yao nodded, and the moment her tears fell, she suddenly realized: she had no reason to stay...
The interview is over, the mission is accomplished
On General Tong's side, oh no, it should be on Grandpa's side. She always wants to help the Tong family clear up their grievances before going to say hello to his old man. As for this side, her uncle is no longer hers, so what else can she hope for?
?
Go, go back to the peace of these three years
"Then...then wait!" Looking at her firm and decisive eyes, Zuo Chuanyan couldn't help but sweat on his back. While she was packing her things, he hurriedly hid aside to send a text message——
Brother, come quickly! She is leaving!!
Airport, cold and windy
Tong Yao dragged a small suitcase and walked decisively ahead, while Zuo Chuanyan racked his brains and tried every possible reason to keep her. In the end, he even used "I haven't had breakfast yet, so I can't leave."
On...
"Thank you." At the service desk, she finally stopped and smiled at him calmly, "Just send it here."
"I..." I really didn't come here to see you off!
"Goodbye" she politely dropped the last two words. She went directly to the ticket service desk and handed over her ID card - great, English can be used here; in eight hours, she can go back to the Chinese ticket office.
hometown
Everything went well. The service lady smiled slightly and handed over the ticket. She wanted to take it, but was pressed down faster by a palm. The hot palm, together with her little hand, pressed against the cold marble table.
…
Tong Yao raised his head in shock and saw a pair of bloodshot eyes staring at him coldly.
His unprecedented coldness and anger made her so frightened that she couldn't help but shrink back, and then she murmured to him: "Uncle"
"You want to leave?" Qin Muyuan gasped, his breathing still not completely calmed down.
He dealt with her affairs all night, at least taking care of the "danger" here in Moscow, and she was about to leave? So what did he spend the whole night running about?
For the first time, Qin Muyuan felt like he was being fooled
"Yes" she lowered her head. She didn't dare to meet the questioning look in his eyes, so she could only nod her head vigorously.
"Go back like this..." He deliberately lengthened his voice, and at the same time stretched out his hand, pinched her small chin, forced her eyes to meet his, and faced her with his cold, dark side for the first time, "You are not afraid of being killed.