He shook his head, walked into the construction site, found the person in charge, and began to look for this mysterious man who had attracted Mr. Su's attention. Vaguely, he felt that the way Mr. Su looked at him seemed to be someone he knew. He just knew him. Why did he still look at him?
If you want him to investigate, forget it. Anyway, just go and investigate if he asks.
However, when he picked up the information from the Human Resources Department, he was really surprised for a moment. Did he read it correctly? That handsome-looking mixed-race man was not an architect, let alone a designer. In terms of his temperament, he was definitely
Yes, but why is this happening? He is just an ordinary porter. Is there something wrong?
He flipped through the information again and read it again carefully. He was relieved when he was sure that he had definitely not made a mistake. The result really surprised him.
Qing walked very fast. It usually took him half an hour to walk, but this time it only took him more than twenty minutes. When he got home, he pursed his lips tightly and the door was closed. However, he
But he breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that even Xiang Qinglan came back late this time.
He put his hand on the armrest, and the cold feeling on the armrest made him shiver inexplicably.
He opened the door, and inside was a dark room without any lights, just like when he walked in. However, there was an extremely depressing atmosphere in the room, and there was a faint sound of crying.
It was so shocking that his heart membrane felt like it was disconnected.
He took a step forward, but stepped on something soft under his feet. He lowered his head and bent down and saw that he had stepped on something, and his pupils shrank instantly.
"Lan..." He screamed and quickly turned on the light, but he saw the person sitting on the ground, with his eyes open and blank, and her face slipped from time to time.
Tears one after another broke his heart.
"Lan," he ran over, squatted down, and put his big hands on her still cold face. Her face was really cold, very cold, and her tears were very cold.
When Xiang Qinglan heard his voice, a little brilliance slowly gathered in her long-empty eyes, until a clear figure was reflected in her eyes. She blinked her eyes, and her eyelashes were already wet.
"Is that you?" Her lips moved slightly, and she slowly stretched out her hand. She put her hand on his big hand and felt his warm body temperature. It was real, real body temperature.
She bit her lip hard, and the pain between her lips told her that it was true, that her innocence had not been lost, and that he was back.
"Lan, don't do this to yourself, it's my fault, it's my disobedience, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Qing held her face and apologized repeatedly, looking at her bitten white lips.
After biting a thin trace of blood, he leaned down and gently placed his lips between hers. He tasted a bloody taste on the tip of his tongue, but it made him feel sad.
He was already driving hard, and he was already going very fast, but he was still a step behind him. What should he do, what should he do to make her recover? He didn't know. Xiang Qinglan like this made him really sad.
Fear.
He had to kiss her lips carefully, accepting all her fear and panic. She was afraid, and so was he. He could feel her body trembling, and that kind of loss was not something she could bear. It was her
Everything in her life, everything she did, was for him. She could endure hardship and pain, but she could not lose the warmest person in her life.
He is her family, her relative, and the person she loves. If she didn't know what that kind of feeling was before, maybe it was because we had more mutual support, maybe because we were more used to it, then,
The moment she lost him, she finally knew that she really loved him. No matter whether he was stupid or not, whether he had no past, or what kind of person he was before, she really loved him and loved him with everything.
Men, compared to Su Zhetuo, this kind of love that touches the soul is really much deeper.
Because of Zeng Jin's loss, she was more careful this time, but she still almost lost him, and she couldn't bear it. She really couldn't bear it. It felt like her heart was being torn apart piece by piece.
, making her think that she had died like this.
"Qing..." She said silently, hugged his neck tightly, and buried her face in his neck. Cold tears kept dripping from the corners of her eyes to Qing's.
On his chest, it felt as if his heart was being twisted.
He patted her back with trembling hands. Two people who depended on each other really couldn't lose each other.
She was the only one in his life, and she, who had nothing, only had him in her life.
"Lan, I'm here, you see, I'm here, I didn't leave, I didn't," Qing said incoherently, but the woman holding his neck was still crying quietly, and only he felt her
The tears seemed to have no intention of stopping. His hand tightened a little, but it hit something on the ground. It was the buns that Lan bought for him. He bought them every day. This was his favorite food.
He quickly reached out and picked it up, a glimmer of light flashed in his green eyes, he gently raised his head towards Qinglan, and she kept looking at him, as if everything in this world except him was
It has disappeared. The surprise of regaining it has made her have no other reaction. She just wants to look at him like this and not let him disappear again.
She grabbed the clothes on his chest with her hands, and the white color began to appear between her fingers. She used very hard, very hard, and she was afraid of using it.
"Lan, look," Qing picked up the buns on the ground and placed them in front of her. Xiang Qinglan stared at the crushed buns, her absent-minded eyes gathering light bit by bit.
She bought it for him.
Her lips moved slightly, and the sting on her lips was caused by her own bite.
"Lan, I stepped on the bun, but you can't be so careless because you threw it on the ground. Look, you can't eat it now." Qing said this deliberately, but there was something in his voice.
There was no blame at all, but there was a constant feeling of distress that made his throat dry and unbearable. It was all his fault, it really was all his fault.
A very low and pleasant voice, but simple words, fell into Xiang Qinglan's eardrums word by word. She stretched out her hand to take the bun from his and placed it on her chest.