While Nangong Ying was choosing desserts, he recalled how Long Yunling used to eat desserts.
The once ruthless female killer was so satisfied and happy when eating dessert.
From this point alone, we can see that she is definitely not a cruel woman in the true sense.
Singapore, such a simple time, such a bright sunshine, Long Yunling raised his head and narrowed his eyes with a smile while eating golden egg tarts, such clean and pure eyes, like a clear spring, and like the most beautiful picture.
, flowed in front of his eyes, dazzling his eyes, and accidentally sucked his soul in, never to be able to get out again.
When Nangong Ying finished recalling, he was surprised to find that the plate in his hand was already full of all the desserts he ordered...
With the corner of his mouth raised slightly, he simply asked the waiter to pack a portion of all kinds of exquisite desserts. Then he took the full bag and walked out.
———— In Nangong Ying’s ideology, this is basically a very childish thing. With so many desserts sold, who can eat them late in one night? And this kind of food will not taste good after overnight.
It's just that he can't control that much, he can do whatever he thinks.
By the time he drove to the alley where Long Yunling's house was, it was already seven or eight o'clock in the evening.
After walking down the alley carrying the dessert, I was about to go up to the apartment building where Long Yunling was located, when I heard a man playing and singing guitar downstairs.
Nangong Ying subconsciously stopped and looked in the direction where he was playing the guitar. There stood a tall and thin young man with a lot of pimples on his face, wrapped in a large coat, shivering and playing in the cold night.
Not so smooth guitar tune.
That young man obviously didn't play well, but he was very persistent and refused to stop. He was very persistent.
Nangong Ying didn't know what was wrong with him. He stood there blankly and listened for a long time without taking another step. It wasn't because of how nice the playing was, but...
Instead, he vaguely heard that the young man was playing a French song, and one of the words in French meant: a lifetime, a lifetime, a pair, a lifetime...
What a touching sentence.
Nangong Ying couldn't help but raise his head and look at the lights of Long Yunling's house upstairs in the apartment. That little bit of light was so small among the lights of thousands of houses, but he still only saw this little light and smiled with satisfaction.
He looked at the huge dessert bag in his hand again. In fact, he didn't even plan to put it up when he got off the bus because it felt strange to carry so many of Long Yunling's favorite desserts. However, now he no longer hesitates.
, after listening to that guitar song, there were too many misses and regrets in life. Some things he could not undo, but now, he wanted to do something seemingly childish according to his heart. No matter whether Long Yunling knew it or not
I misunderstood again.
When Nangong Ying rang the doorbell, Long Yunling almost immediately ran over to open the door. She invited him in with shining eyes, and then closed the door.
Nangong Ying was stunned. She had not expressed her welcome to him so clearly for a long time since the breakup. Putting down the dessert bag in her hand, he asked doubtfully: "Why do you suddenly want to eat at home?"
"Well, I just suddenly wanted to do this. I just wanted to eat at my place. By the way..." Long Yunling paused here, stepped forward and naturally took one of Nangong Ying's wrists, and asked curiously
: "When you went upstairs just now, did you see a young man playing guitar downstairs? Has he left? I'm really afraid of this man. I really want to drive him away, but I'm afraid that his identity will be exposed and it will affect him.
Now I have a stable life. That person is really strange. I have only been at my current news media company for a few days. He is younger than me. He insists on saying that it is love at first sight and love till death. After I flatly refused, this person changed.
Then I started coming downstairs every night to play guitar and sing foreign songs."
Nangong Ying was placing the desserts in the bag. After hearing what Long Yunling said, his hands paused and his handsome eyebrows frowned slightly. His back was turned to her, and she could not see his face.
expression, so he did not have to deliberately disguise or restrain his emotions, but his voice was still calm and gentle, and he asked casually: "Then do you know what song he sang while playing?"
———— For some reason, he felt very uncomfortable when he heard that as soon as she went to the new company, young talents began to pursue her crazily.
Long Yunling is not an ordinary person. A top killer has naturally received various trainings. Of course she understands that the song sung by the young man downstairs is in French, and she also knows the affectionate meaning it represents.
However, she didn't want to admit this in front of Nangong Ying, and didn't want to hear the content of the love song sung by another strange man for her, so she pretended to know nothing and replied ignorantly: "I heard that the young man is...
He is from Inner Mongolia, how could I possibly know what he was singing? I don’t understand the language of Inner Mongolia. I think it was probably because I rejected him directly many times, and he wanted to retaliate and humiliate me, so he deliberately used his native dialect.
Come scold me! Well, that must be it! Okay, let's not worry about him. It's all my fault. It's a rare time for you to come here. I shouldn't be so disappointing and mention these irrelevant things. Let's go to my kitchen and let me know.
Get ready, I used to cook for you, how about you cook for me today?"
Long Yunling rarely said so many words at once. After hearing her words, Nangong Ying's heart, which had been tangled and hanging, was inexplicably relieved. Fortunately, Yun Ling directly rejected the man's pursuit.
Nangong Ying knew that this kind of mentality was wrong. Since the breakup was destined to be irreversible for some reasons, he should want her to be happy, right? But... uh, yes, the young man downstairs is so thin and thinner than Yun Ling.
He was still young and was not old enough to take good care of Yun Ling, so it was not that he objected to Yun Ling's association with other men, but that the man was not suitable for Yun Ling, and Yun Ling should deserve to be treated by a better person.
——- In this way, Nangong Ying reluctantly convinced himself of his current very contradictory psychological situation.
Not willing to analyze her inner world in detail, Nangong Ying smiled at Long Yunling, nodded in her expectant eyes and said: "Okay, I'll cook tonight, don't blame me if it tastes good or not, of course
Thank you for always cooking for me."
His words were unintentional, but Long Yunling's heart ached numbly and violently. Is this... considered a debt repayment? Do they have to be so clear about the past and the present? For
Does the future have to be parallel lines that do not intersect?
No, she doesn't want to be like this. She has to continue working hard to save something.
Seeing Nangong Ying take off his suit jacket and walk into the kitchen wearing a white shirt, she took a deep breath and hurriedly followed.
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