"Take all your thoughts back, it's useless..."

Misha bit her lip tightly and remained silent, as if she was fighting a huge inner battle, but how could the thoughts she had buried for many years be wiped out with just a few words from Chu Qiao? She... was really unwilling to do so.

Chu Qiao felt that he was really troublesome, and Misha was like a saw-headed gourd. It was really boring to talk to her.

"Forget it, I don't want to say any more to you. When you go back, you should behave yourself and see for yourself how the young master treats her. He is the only one in the young master's heart, and he can no longer tolerate others."

After saying that, Chu Qiao was about to walk to his seat when Misha suddenly asked: "Chu Qiao, are you hiding something from the young master?" [

Chu Qiao's figure swayed, and after thinking for a moment he said, "No, how could I hide something from the young master?"

He didn't want to hide it, he had to hide it. If he hadn't hidden it from the young master, they would have died in the coffee shop.

But...now that I have returned to China, do I want to talk about it? Do I want to talk about it?

He said that the young master might kill him in a rage, not to mention that if the young master found out by himself, he might be cut into pieces, Chu Qiao was very miserable, pitiful, and torn...

In the end, he was still a timid person. He thought it would be better to wait until the young master went back and his hair was smoothed down by the madam's gentle hands. Maybe then the young master would be reluctant to let go.

During the dozen or so hours on the plane, there was always a slight smile on Mingye's lips, and his Shanshan waved to him in his dream.

Chu Qiao closed his eyes and rested his mind. His mind felt like it was exploding, with all kinds of emotions coming out to cause trouble.

Misha looked at the person she had admired for many years with infatuation. With such a handsome face, she could only look at it without scruples like now, but... he was not hers.

Three people, three moods, slowly drifting away at an altitude of 30,000 feet.

Lanshan was still staying at home, drinking afternoon tea out of boredom. The top floor of Ming's house was a glass greenhouse. There were many kinds of flowers in the greenhouse, many of which she couldn't even name.

On such a midwinter afternoon, sitting in a sea of ​​flowers, drinking black tea and reading a book is a timid enjoyment.
Chapter completed!