When I walked to the desk, I saw the pen placed on it. It was golden and seemed to have been polished and shiny after being used for a long time.
She stretched out her hand and took it, it was heavy.
In my mind, I seemed to see him sitting there upright, writing.
There were some documents on the table, signed by his name, all in foreign language, which she could not understand. There was a draft paper next to it, and the writing there was very English.
The flowing clouds and flowing water are very beautiful.
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【love at first sight】
Of course Zhongqing didn't know him, but he thought it was very beautiful. He didn't know why, so he kept writing this sentence repeatedly.
She thought, this is his life.
A man is reading books and writing foreign texts in his study room.
Very simple.
But it really suits the person he is.
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After a long while, I turned to the book on the side and picked it up. "A Dream of Red Mansions" is a world famous book.
Zhong Qing thought, he actually reads such a book?
I opened it casually, but as if I had caught something, I immediately flipped through the photo that was inside.
A photo of a girl.
Zhongqing tilted her head, picked it up, and looked at the person in the photo.
Wearing a moon-white cheongsam, standing in the garden of the Yi family, tilting her head and smiling, it was natural, it was clearly her!
When was this photo taken?
Love and surprise.
She put it down and went to look elsewhere, only to find that there were photos of her in every book.
Like a bookmark.
There are various photos of her wearing various cheongsams and standing in various places.
Moreover, those photos were clearly from the nine months he left her.
From the time she vomited to the time her belly got bigger little by little, not a single detail was missed.
She looked at the photos all over the floor and felt her heart tightening suddenly, and she almost couldn't stand anymore.
She was holding a photo of herself and her fingers were shaking, revealing her thoughts.
What kind of man is he?
What a dense web they had woven, trapping her tightly in it, like a headless fly, unable to escape at all.
She took a deep breath to calm herself down, her steps were a little shaky, she hurriedly put the photos in his book one by one, and hurried out.
