Yi Danyou opened the car window to get some cool air to wake herself up, but was closed by Leng Qianmo who came in later. He said to her: "It's easy to catch a cold. The cold is just over."
Yi Danyou's heart is very sad and she wants to find someone to rely on, but now, she only has Leng Qianmo by her side.
Yi Danyou rested her head on Leng Qianmo's shoulder. She didn't speak. She just wanted to find a shoulder for her to lean on. She didn't know what was wrong with her and Xing Yuejiao. They didn't feel like mother and daughter at all. No,
To be precise, Xing Yuejiao did not regard her as her daughter. She never did
Sadly, her father left her to her mother, and she thought she would get the maternal love she had not received for so many years, but the fact was that she was wrong, and she never treated her as a daughter at all.
In Xing Yuejiao's eyes, there is only money, only fame and fortune, only status, and no daughter...
Leng Qianmo's body stiffened. This was the first time in the past few days that she had known Yi Danyou that she took the initiative to lean on him. In the past, he took the initiative to hold her in his arms and she just accepted it passively.
Leng Qianmo's big hands fell on Yi Danyou's waist, letting her lean more comfortably. His arms loved her presence and would always be open to her.
Leaning on Leng Qianmo, Yi Danyou said, "Didn't you ask what my mother and I talked about?" She thought that he would know everything about her, at least he would "question her" in the car.
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Leng Qianmo smiled faintly: "I don't think you have anything to talk about with her. There is no need to ask."
Yi Dan smiled bitterly. Even Leng Qianmo knew that she and her mother had nothing to talk about. Every time the mother and daughter met, they could barely talk. That's why Xing Yuejiao allowed her to live on campus without going back to Liang.
Home
Yi Danyou whispered to Leng Qianmo: "She promised to help me find my father."
"It turns out she didn't." Leng Qianmo calmly accepted Yi Danyou's words, already knowing this.
Xing Yuejiao was so serious that he could not stop his vanity and superficiality. He could hardly believe that Yi Danyou was Xing Yuejiao's daughter. The difference between the two people could simply be described as worlds apart.
Yi Danyou stopped talking and just lay quietly in Leng Qianmo's arms, feeling sad alone in his heart.