He had always sympathized with Han Xiyan, but if she were in Nangong Minglu's shoes, she suddenly no longer had a happy and perfect family, and her father suddenly became the husband of another woman and the father of another child, what would her situation be like?
Isn't it pityable?
Nangong Minglu held back her tears and turned to ask Ling Haotian, "What about you? How are you? Why do I only see servants, drivers, gardeners and you as the master and your relatives in your house?"
"They are always flying around the world," Ling Haotian said coolly, "but they are very good to me. During holidays and my birthday, they will fly back to see me."
"Flying around? Why does it sound like you're talking about Superman?" Nangong Minglu laughed at him.
"Your parents are superhuman!" Ling Haotian rolled his eyes at Nangong Minglu.
Nangong Minglu smiled, "Are you satisfied just like this? Happiness in my eyes is when a family, no matter poor or rich, can get along with each other day and night and stay together day and night. Obviously, your life is far from my standard of happiness.
"
After a pause, Nangong Minglu said again: "You should learn from me and pick up a sibling or something, just like me. Once I picked up homeless A Ding on the street. He was like my brother. He loved him.
Me, love me, take care of me, and with him, I can get through those difficult days."
Nangong Minglu smiled very sweetly, and when she said the word "A Ding", her tone was as soft as the floating clouds in the sky.
Ling Haotian looked a little lost and couldn't help but ask: "If I were as good to you as A Ding, would you also talk about me in this tone to others?"
"Yes!" Nangong Minglu turned to look at him, "I really don't think so unless you tell me. I have never talked about these things with others. I feel like you are my friend, very familiar and close.
a feeling of."
Ling Haotian felt strange in his heart, as if he was hit by an electric current.
He was stunned, why is this happening?
Is this the feeling of liking?
He can't like her, she is Yan's enemy, and he wants to take revenge on her...
"Who is your friend? I am your master!" Ling Haotian said fiercely with a straight face.
"Yes, yes, yes, you are the eldest young master, and I am a poor girl. It's my own fault for being sentimental. I can't afford it. Is that okay?" Nangong Minglu glanced at him with a smile. She was not annoyed at all. She just turned around and continued.
