She looked at the grandfather clock in the living room. It was already ten o'clock. She didn't know when the man would come back. Sangxia took a bath and sat on the sofa to watch TV. The TV program was very boring. She casually took a picture from the coffee table.
Using white paper and an outline pen, she drew the broken glass balls in her memory on the white paper. With just a few strokes, the broken pictures appeared vividly before her eyes.
Sang Xia is an outstanding graduate of the Fine Arts Department and has received scholarships every year. Giving life to each painting is the essence of painting and the highest realm she aspires to pursue.
A boy and a girl kiss like each other, with white snowflakes floating in the sky. The beautiful picture is still intoxicating.
While deep in thought, Sangxia heard the sound of the door lock turning. He was back?
Subconsciously, Sangxia stood up and walked towards the door.
With a click, the door opened, and the two men who came in immediately startled her. The other strange man seemed more shocked than she was.
"Hey, who are you? Why are you here?" When Xie Pinyan saw the familiar little face standing in front of him, his mouth could hardly close, and his deep eyes could not hide the shock and weirdness.
Ning Xiaotong? He shook his head again and denied himself.
No, she is not Ning Xiaotong. Ning Xiaotong is at least ten centimeters taller than her and much plumper than her. This skinny little girl is clearly still a middle school student.
Who is she? What is she doing here?
Apart from Mr. Yu, he is the only one who can enter and exit this villa at will with his fingerprints. How could there be a third person?
"Sir, I am the maid here." Sang Xia looked at the stunned man, stepped out of the way, motioned for him to come in, and asked, "Is Mr. Yu drunk?"
Unexpectedly, the ruthless and cruel man was also an alcoholic. In the days to come, she would have to deal with an alcoholic again.
Do drunkards also have friends? After taking a look at the equally tall man, Sangxia easily classified him as one of his accomplices. He was not a kind person either. Birds of a feather flock together, and people flock together.
The smell of alcohol in the room made her feel uncomfortable, and she frowned. She stood aside and waited for the strange man to bring the drunkard into the house.
After hearing her speak, Xie Pinyan finally came to his senses.
Her clear voice was melodious and melodious, not loud, but it sounded like the call of a bird in the morning dew. It made people feel very comfortable and pleasant to listen to. It was not like Ning Xiaotong's voice, which was a bit soft and whiny.
Except for the small face that looks exactly like Ning Xiaotong, there is no other similarity at all? Why did Mr. Yu let this little girl come here to work as a maid? Is it because her face looks like Ning Xiaotong?
This doubt is undoubtedly certain in his mind, Xie Pinyan thinks so.
"Why didn't I know when you came?" Xie Pinyan put Yu Bingpo on the sofa and asked Sang Xia.
What is it about Mr. Yu that he doesn’t know? I heard Yu Bingbing said last time that she wanted to find a maid for him. Did she find one so quickly?
"It's the first day today." Sang Xia replied softly. She glanced at the tall man standing next to her. This handsome man looked much gentler than the man half lying on the sofa.
Same tall and handsome, same handsome and stylish, but not the same type. That man was as cold as ice that has not melted for thousands of years. Not only was he cold, he was also cruel?????? Sang Xia turned around to look
He glanced at the drunken man on the sofa behind him. Although he was drunk, his aura of being cold and distant and keeping away from strangers still strongly warned those who wanted to get close to him.
"Oh?????? It's Mr. Yu??????!" Sang Xia didn't know how to answer his question, so her words were hesitant. She didn't know who Yu Bingbing was.
"Oh, it's Mr. Yu?!" Xie Pinyan frowned and looked at the man lying with narrowed eyes. This Mr. Yu still can't forget Ning Xiaotong emotionally. Haha, it sounds nice to say that he won't be allowed to mention that woman. In fact, he
I miss her more than anyone else.
"Help me, I'll help him upstairs." After Xie Pinyan finished speaking, he bent over to help him up, trying to help him go upstairs to sleep.
"I don't need you?????? I'm not drunk!" Yu Bingpo waved his hand, refusing help from others, and went upstairs alone, his steps sloping and stumbling.
He was not drunk, but he really hoped that he was drunk. When he was drunk, his heart would not hurt so much. It hurt so much that he lost consciousness. He thought he had lost consciousness a long time ago. But why did he hear her voice?
Name, when he saw something related to her, or even when he saw a woman who looked like her, why did his heart start to hurt again?
Why, Xiaotong, why are you torturing me like this? You have already left and you have already decided not to love for the sake of your career. Why are you still thinking about torturing me all the time!?
His staggering steps seemed to be filled with lead, and his heart was so heavy that it sank to the bottom!
"Uh? What's your name, Miss?" Xie Pinyan looked at the stubborn guy staggering upstairs, sighed, turned around and asked the little figure beside him.
For some reason, he liked this little girl the first time he saw her. She looked so soft and frail that people couldn't help but feel pity for her.
"Sang Xia." Sang Xia told the man in front of her by her first and last names.
Because of the hardships of life, her heart is actually very sensitive. She will respond with sincerity and smile to people who are pleasant to her, but she will also be wary and cold in return to those who treat her badly.
She is like a little hedgehog with thorns all over her body, but usually, she keeps the thorns on her body well, but when she is about to be hurt, she will be forced to take them out to protect herself from harm.
The man in front of her looked at him with such gentle and gentle eyes. Although she was embarrassed, he was very warm and comfortable. Therefore, although he was Bingshan Man's friend, she found that she did not hate him.
"Oh, Miss Sangxia, please help him wipe his face and give him some water to drink later. Mr. Yu is in a bad mood today and drank too much." Xie Pinyan gave another gentle warning.
"Yes, I understand, sir." Sang Xia nodded with a crooked eyebrow.
Xie Pinyan was stunned again. It really looked like her. Her crescent-shaped eyebrows were so similar to Ning Xiaotong's heartless smile.
However, her smile was unscrupulous and flowery, but the little woman in front of her was gentle and gentle, like a slender woman with curved eyebrows in an ink painting, slowly walking out of the picture holding an oil-paper umbrella,
Immediately, you will walk out of the pure and spiritual beauty that is unworldly and refined.
"Are you studying art?" Glancing at the sketch on the coffee table, Xie Pinyan couldn't help but ask again.