"I promised you, I will do it." Leng Zhiqing didn't wait for her to finish, "But I can't control my heart, I can't let it come back."
Waves of mist filled Hua Xue's eyes. She opened her mouth and finally condensed it into one sentence, "Am I never able to awaken a dead heart?" Leng Zhiqing in front of her was alive, but
The heart that could once love has died...
"Yeah." A simple word expressed his feelings.
He knew that he would let Hua Xue down, but from the beginning to the end, she would rather guard her empty person than let go. He kept his promise, and it was unspeakable, not only for her, but also for him.
.
A nameless feeling of betrayal always wanders back and forth in my heart, and from time to time, Ding Rou's shadow appears inexplicably.
Just like the woman just now.
Thinking of this, Leng Zhiqing's eyes drifted to the roadside, looking at the trees on both sides that were falling rapidly behind them.
After sending Hua Xue back to her villa, Leng Zhiqing quickly stepped on the accelerator, turned the car around uneasily, and drove in the direction he had just come from.
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"Okay, this is my number," Ding Rou casually wrote on the paper and handed it to the waiter, "After the dress is ordered, please contact me immediately."
"Thank you for coming!" The waiter took it with both hands.
Stepping out of the store, her thoughts were already far away.
He is still the same as in the memory, with a cold and cold aura that dominates the world. His exquisite and well-fitting custom-made suit can be seen at a glance to be valuable. However, he looks at nothing without any emotion.
.Except when holding hands or being held by Hua Xue, the tightness will relax slightly.
Ding Rou sneered. The original vows were just empty words.
Conveniently, she touched the ring tied with a necklace around her neck. She had cleverly taken away the diamond and replaced it with another one, making it look more like a natural necklace.
"Mr. Leng, you...welcome to visit again!" The waiter was surprised. Looking at Leng Zhiqing hurriedly opening the door, it was hard to imagine what else he had to do.
"Where's the lady just now?" He had no time to take into account the waiter's surprise.
On the way back, the more he thought about it, the more he felt a strong feeling that he had never had before. He seemed to think that he had seen that Annie somewhere, and that temperament... definitely looked like Ding Rou!
It is better to misidentify ten thousand than to miss one in vain.
With this belief, he came back again. It was obvious that the woman had a face absolutely different from Ding Rou, but inexplicably, he always felt that there was some connection with her.
"Miss An just left," the waiter apologized, but suddenly remembered something, "However, here is her number. Mr. Leng, according to regulations, we cannot disclose customer information..."
Before she could finish what she said, the note had been snatched away by Leng Zhiqing. He was so out of control that the waiter was a little stunned.
Leng Zhiqing just looked at the note in his hand, and the light that gradually ignited in his eyes suddenly went out. This line of writing was not Ding Rou's handwriting. Even if it was a clue, she should be able to leave it, but he was very sure.
, this was not written by her...
Seeing his disappointment, the waiter suddenly realized and asked apologetically, "I wonder if what I wrote is not clear? Mr. Leng, I also have a machine-typed version. You can read this one."
"You mean," Leng Zhiqing's eyes became bright again, "you wrote this?"
The waiter nodded hurriedly, looking at Leng Zhiqing's rare smile in panic, confused.
"Where's the number she wrote herself?" he urged.
"I..." The waiter did not dare to show a puzzled expression and looked at the trash can on the ground with some hesitation.
"Thank you!" Leng Zhiqing couldn't care less about anything anymore. He reached out and picked up the trash can with a lot of paper scraps in it, and started rummaging through it.
Finally, his hard work paid off, he picked up a small piece of paper and asked, ".Is this written by her?"
The waiter looked at it carefully and nodded, "Yes, Miss Anne wrote it herself."
With helpless eyes, she watched Leng Zhiqing quickly walk out of the store like a whirlwind. Everything was so fast. If it weren't for the messed up trash can, she could hardly believe that Leng Zhiqing would appear again, still there.
There was such a handsome smile in between.
"Check this handwriting for me," Leng Zhiqing held up his cell phone, sat on the huge chair, and passed an order to the other end of the phone, "This may have been deliberately changed, but I believe, Owen, you will be able to find two
The similarities between the two handwritings.”
He made a bold guess and hoped to get practical support. The woman named "Annie" seemed very strange at first sight, but somewhere in the dark, he always had a premonition.
"Qing," there was a deliberately disdainful voice on the other end of the phone, "You are already getting engaged, or are you still the woman I have always longed for, and you still want me to find another woman for you?"
Leng Zhiqing smiled and said, "If you really find out, I will return Hua Xue to you immediately. You know, there is no love between us."
"But I don't want her to be sad." Owen said regretfully, "Although, I hope you won't have a bad ending."
After hearing this, Leng Zhiqing almost spit out tea, "Owen, your Chinese proficiency is indeed getting better and better. I would like to know, which Chinese teacher have you been with recently?"
Owen smiled evilly, "I hope my Chinese teacher is Hua Xue."
"Okay, I don't have much endurance to wait for you," Leng Zhiqing returned to the topic, "The sooner you find the similarities, the sooner I can make it clear to Hua Xue. In addition, I will give you a bonus, she will treat you
I don’t think she knows it yet.”
"Really?!" Owen's tone immediately changed.
"If you find out, I will have something more exciting for you," Leng Zhiqing vowed, moving his eyes from the desk to the window, "The result you want, I think if I help, it will be just around the corner."
"'Just around the corner', does it mean very soon?" Irving asked deliberately, "How soon is that?"
"It depends on your performance." Leng Zhiqing couldn't help laughing.
He could hardly hold back the fact that he could confirm. It was as if something was about to burst out of his chest. It was doubt, expectation, anxiety, and excitement...
There were so many feelings that he couldn't describe them in words.
After hanging up the phone, he opened the database again and searched for all people named "Annie". Finally, a photo appeared in front of him.
"Annie, height, weight, occupation..." He looked carefully at the information that seemed to be prepared for ordinary people. He had to admit that he looked a little disappointed. However, when his eyes moved back to the photo, he looked at the pair of characteristic