Lina bit her red lips tightly, almost bleeding, but she still couldn't save anything. Leng Xiao's face was still frighteningly cold, and tears flashed in Lina's eyes.
"Dear, don't drive me away. I really love you, not those women who come and go when you call me. My dear, I am your fiancée. I am different. I love you deeply.
Yes, how could you do this to me?..."
Lina cried so hard that her delicate and sad appearance must have made many men feel pity for her. However, Leng Xiao was different from other men. Lina's tears and pretentiousness could only make him disgusted and disgusted.
As expected of a well-rounded supermodel, who is good at acting, tears come at any time. Leng Xiao looked at the tears flowing on Lina's beautiful and delicate face, his eyes were still shockingly cold, looking at the wet tear stains and the makeup that was stained by the tears.
, the disgust in Leng Xiao's eyes became even stronger.
How could he mess around with this woman? Is there anything about her that is comparable to Xiao Xia? Although when she teased him, he suddenly felt that he wanted to be completely depraved, and it was best to die in indulgent desire in order to forget Xiao Xia.
The pain caused by leaving.
But, how could he surrender at that moment? How sad would it be if Xiaoxia was still alive?
No, Xiaoxia is still alive! She is not dead yet! She must not let her know about this! Otherwise, she will be sad to death!
How could he be so stupid at that moment that he thought that if he indulged, he would forget the pain of losing Xiaoxia? He was crazy. However, the heartache not only did not diminish a little, but instead became deeper, and the pain made him almost unable to breathe.
"If you don't leave, I will have my men come and take you away!"
Leng Xiao looked at the disheveled Lina coldly. Lina's heart sank to the bottom. How could he be so cruel and ruthless? She is his woman! He actually let other men see the disheveled breasts half exposed.
She? Doesn't he care at all?
Lina smiled sadly in her heart, suddenly gritted her teeth, and a hint of calculation flashed in her eyes.
"Okay, I'm leaving! My dear, don't be angry!"
Lina smiled obediently, took the handbag and turned around to leave, but she only took one step, turned around suddenly, quickly pulled off the shoulder strap, and her breasts were completely naked. Under Leng Xiao's puzzled eyes, she was not afraid of death.
He rushed up and hugged Leng Xiao tightly.
"Let go!"
At the moment when Leng Xiao shouted loudly, Lina seemed to have something in her hand. Lina quickly put the things in her hand into her handbag, let go of her hand, stepped back with a smile, pulled up her shoulder straps, and arranged her dress.
Under Leng Xiao's cold and surprised gaze, he held his delicate and beautiful face high and left the room gracefully and charmingly.
Lina quickly left Leng Yuan and quickly disappeared on the road in her fiery red trot. However, she stopped at a corner where there was no one around, took out the mobile phone in her bag and made a call.
"Hey, Gossip Weekly? I'm Lina, yes, the supermodel Lina who is going to have a wedding with Mr. Leng. Do you want exclusive information?..."
After hanging up the phone, Lina sneered in the direction of Leng Yuan, Leng Xiao, since you don't take me seriously, then don't blame me for playing tricks! It took a lot of effort for me to get along with you. You want to get rid of me, but that's not the case.
easy!
"Master, Miss Lina has left Leng Yuan!"
After Lina left Leng Yuan, Fu Bo appeared in Leng Xiao's room. Fu Bo's words interrupted Leng Xiao's drifting thoughts.
Leng Xiao glanced at Uncle Fu with a confused look. Uncle Fu faced Leng Xiao's gaze with a normal expression, but he kept underestimating in his heart, what is going on with the young master? He was so devastated just now that Miss Xiaoxia was about to die, next.
One second, he was rolling around on the bed with that vixen woman. That bed was the bed where the young master and Miss Xiaoxia rested. The young master usually took good care of it. Even if the servant accidentally messed up the quilt, he would be scolded.
, but the young master himself fought with that vixen woman for three hundred rounds, causing all the quilts and pillows to fall to the floor.
Hey, as soon as the old man left, he couldn't wait to have sex with the new man! I really don't know what happened to the young master! Do all men like the new and hate the old so much?
Uncle Fu couldn't understand the thoughts of men nowadays. He could only sigh. He thought back then, he was devoted to his wife. After his wife died, he didn't even think about looking at other women, let alone touching other women. Now
Men, you treat changing women like changing clothes. You don’t know what it means to cherish, and you don’t know what loyalty means.
Although Miss Jiang has passed away, there is no need for the young master to be in such a hurry to replace her!
Leng Xiao didn't know that under Fu Bo's calm and kind appearance, he had already told him around the corner several times.
"Uncle Fu, no one is allowed to enter Leng Yuan from now on! Let alone this room! Anyone who breaks in will be killed without mercy!"
"What about Miss Lina?"
Leng Xiao raised his thick eyebrows and a cold light flashed in his eyes, "I'm talking about anyone! Are you too old to understand?"
"I understand, Master."
Uncle Fu lowered his head and answered respectfully. His heart was filled with joy. It turned out that Miss Lina, who looked beautiful, sexy and had a hot figure, and wore clothes that saved more fabric than anyone else, did not please the young master! He, Uncle Fu, knew that they
The young master of the family is the most dedicated, so he said, except for that little girl Xiaoxia, who is so capable of capturing the young master?
Leng Xiao, who was still immersed in the sadness of losing Xiaoxia and the guilt of betraying Xiaoxia, did not notice the faint smile on Uncle Fu's wrinkled face, and waved his hand feebly, "Get out! No one can do anything without my orders.
No one is allowed to disturb! No one!"
As if he was afraid that Uncle Fu wouldn't understand, Leng Xiao emphasized the word "anyone" very hard.
"Yes, Master."
Uncle Fu left the room with a smile and closed the door carefully.
As soon as Uncle Fu left, the huge room fell into silence again. The simple layout made the whole room even more empty, just like Leng Xiao's heart, empty and unable to find any sense of fulfillment.
Looking at the empty and cold room, the cold white walls, the emotionless furniture and furnishings, even the famous paintings hanging on the walls, the smile of the girl in the painting, and the graceful figure, made Leng Xiao feel lifeless, as if he were dead.
There is no hope or vitality in the human heart.
Sitting alone on the edge of the bed, the bright and bright sunshine in the morning shines on the floor through the glass window, filling Leng Xiao's lonely shoulders. The sunshine is so warm and bright, but Leng Xiao's heart feels like he is in an ice cave without any light.
Cold and dark.
He raised his decadent face, his bushy beard shining blackly in the sunlight, and his confused eyes fell through the transparent glass window into the rose garden not far outside the window.
In late autumn, the rose flowers faded, and a yellowed dead leaf fell gently with the cold autumn wind. Leng Xiao felt that his heart was just like the yellowed dead leaves on the tree. As long as that gust of wind blew, he would feel sad.
Zeroes were falling, and that gust of wind was the news of Xiaoxia's death.
He blocked all sources of information and prohibited his subordinates from inquiring about Xiaoxia. He closed himself in his empty and lifeless room, thinking that in this way he could deceive himself that Xiaoxia was still alive.
However, how long can you deceive yourself and others?
He couldn't imagine how painful it would be when the news of Xiao Xia's death came. He didn't dare try. Even with a glimmer of hope, his heart still hurt so much that he wanted to die. What's more, if he got the exact news, what would happen?
How painful is it?
The snow-white pillow was discarded in the corner at some point, and the snow-white quilt collapsed into a pile at the foot of the bed. The pillow that Xiaoxia liked to hold in her arms for warmth, the pillow that he was often jealous of, lay pitifully on the cold floor.
, like a puppy abandoned by its owner.
"We were all abandoned! Abandoned by her!"
Leng Xiao held the pillow in his arms and rubbed his face against the pillow over and over again. With his tearful eyes, he seemed to see Xiaoxia hugging the pillow on the white and soft big bed, curling up and sleeping peacefully, as cute as a kitten.
, and he gently hugged her petite and soft body into his broad and warm arms from behind her, and rubbed her black and soft hair lovingly.
That scene was so warm and gentle, and every time he thought of it, it brought great warmth and comfort to his cold heart.
However, in the past six years, except for that time in the hospital, he had not even had the opportunity to hold her to sleep. Now, he would lose this opportunity forever.
He couldn't think about it anymore, his heart was so painful that he couldn't extricate himself. He lowered his head sadly, and big tears fell silently, soaking the pillow in his arms. A large wet water stain turned the white color of the pillow into water color.
, the dull dark gray, like the hopeless and sad heart of Leng Xiao.
The sun was still warm, but she was no longer there. No matter how warm the sun was, it could not shine into his heart. He closed his heart, and there was only endless cold snow inside. Under the gray sky, his heart was just abandoned.
It's so cold and gray on the thick layer of snow.
He didn't want to wake up, because when he was awake, he would think of her, and his heart would hurt so much that he couldn't breathe. However, he couldn't fall asleep. When he closed his eyes, he would see her helpless face and sad tears in the sky, filled with flames.
He didn't dare to look for her in the raging fire, fearing that all he would find was some broken memories and the unpleasant smell filling his nose, the smell of burning fire.
His heart was entangled in contradictions and painful, and he couldn't find an outlet.
He didn't cry, he just shed tears silently. He also wanted to cry bitterly. Maybe, that way, the heartache would be reduced a little, but his throat was already hoarse and he couldn't cry. In addition to crying, he still shed tears.
Maybe time is the best medicine for healing, but how long will it take for his pain to fade away?
Or, he didn't want to forget the pain or her at all!
The phone was ringing downstairs one after another, and Fu Bo's stereotyped voice faintly reached his ears.
"I'm sorry, we servants don't know about this matter. We have to ask the young master to find out. I'm sorry, our young master does not accept any interviews. Please don't call again..."
"Sorry, we don't know..."
"Sorry, our young master does not accept interviews..."
I'm sorry! Fu Bo's apology was formal and business-like, but his apology was sincere and sad. He just wanted to say sorry to his baby.