Rong Yu really didn't expect Liu Qingqing to plant a double-yolk egg?!
No wonder she specifically asked for her advice today, this is never a good sign!
"Momo, give up this design for me!" Rong Yu demanded firmly.
Ermo's hand slipped coldly from his palm. It's such a strange face. Why are you doing this? I can't understand! I can't explain!
"I really want to design this park myself! After all, this is us..."
"say no more!"
Rong Yu interrupted him arrogantly, and Ermo remembered what he said last time: Never talk about the past again. He doesn't want more people to know about his past now.
Ermo bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with tears of grievance.
She looked at him with that look, which made Rong Yu feel uncomfortable in his heart.
"Momo, we will have another chance in the future. As long as you like it, I can ask Master Roland to take you to study abroad, so that you can have access to more and better opportunities."
Rong Yu's words are so pale to Ermo. No matter how good the opportunity is, it is not as good as now, nor as good as this time! Do you understand?
Two big teardrops finally fell down, and Ermo began to sob softly.
“I really like this park”
"But I don't like it!" Rong Yu's words made Ermo's heart tremble!
You don't like it there? You hate the past?
"Momo, be obedient and rest at home tomorrow. I'll come and see you in the evening."
Rong Yu turned around and left, and Ermo sat down on the grass. The soft dodder seemed to be grief-stricken, and the wet dew stained Ermo's skirt into a blur.
Why am I so stupid? I naively thought he would be proud of me, but he actually said he didn't like it!
You are now the young master of a rich family. You don’t like more people to know your past, right? Then, you don’t like others to know my existence, right? That’s why you let me live in such a secluded place.
In the villa, is that what you think?
The more Ermo thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt, and he hugged his knees and cried loudly.
At night, Ermo soaked herself in the bathtub. She didn't want to come out. If she turned into a fish, would she not have any troubles?
The bathroom door handle turned and someone walked in
"Mom, I'll be fine in a minute!"
Ermo thought it was her mother again. She had come in to persuade her several times.
But when I lowered my eyes and saw a pair of brown men's leather shoes, I was so shocked that I hugged my chest with both hands.
"You, how did you get in?"
Wen Lan stood in front of the bathtub and looked at herself melancholy, "Fish only have a three-second memory. They forget everything about swimming from one end to the other, so they always swim in the fish tank in novel ways and never feel tired."
Hearing his words, Ermo's tears flowed down unsatisfactorily, and dropped on the water with a splash.
Wen Lan handed over a big bath towel, "Come out, you have been soaking for so long, don't catch a cold."
Ermo embarrassedly stretched out a snow-white arm to take the towel, "You go back first."
Wen Lan put down the towel and turned around. Through the mirror in front of her, she saw Ermo, who was hiding behind her tall figure, stood up carefully and tied the towel to her chest in a panic.
Just when Ermo lifted up one of her little feet to step out of the bathtub, the water drops on the sole of her feet slipped, and she suddenly lost her balance.