Sister-in-law Wu looked at her young master worriedly.
After serving him for so many years, there is still some affection between the master and the servant. The young master was not like this before. When he loses his temper, he loses his temper. After losing his temper, he will compose his face willfully, with anger written on his face, straightforward and frank. But in the end
Since when did he start covering himself up with those alienated gentlemanly demeanor and no longer easily reveal his true emotions to the people around him?
She really wanted to tell him, Master, you are not impenetrable. In fact, you can be vulnerable occasionally.
Seeing Mrs. Wu lowering her head and saying nothing, Ling Yansen's guilt increased, and he calmed down, as if he had nothing to say, "Miss Song is coming later, so there is no need to close the door. You can rest early."
, people will come here tomorrow morning, just ask them to clean up these things."
Sister-in-law Wu nodded silently, but still brought the broom. She sighed in her heart. No strange woman had been in and out of this villa for a while. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but pray that the young lady would not come back tonight.
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It was already very late when Qingwu got home. She didn't know if Ling Yansen had come back after seeing Xiao Manyin off. But when she entered the gate of the villa, she found that her house was brightly lit, shining brightly on the entire villa. Even the moon in the sky was dark.
After sinking, she couldn't help but feel a little strange. She took out the key and opened the door, took off her shoes and walked into the hall. After walking around, no one was there, not even Mrs. Wu. She must have gone to bed.
She turned off all the lights. She probably cried for too long and her eyes were extremely swollen. The tears were blown by the wind and covered her face dryly, irritating her eyeballs. She went to the kitchen to get a glass of cold water and held it in her hands.
I just poured it on my face, hoping it would relieve the swelling and pain.
Her heart was still very painful and she was so broken that she didn't know why. Her mother's resolute back was like a sword piercing her heart.
Time flipped back to that afternoon sixteen years ago. She was taken to the Duan family villa by her mother. She had never seen such a big and beautiful house. She was full of novelty. She couldn't care less about the cold eyes of the hostess of the big house.
I even ignored the sadness on my mother's face. She ate a lot of delicious food and fell asleep on the sofa when she was tired.
But when she woke up, she couldn't find her mother. She chased her out on the gravel road without wearing any shoes. Her mother was sitting in the car arranged by the housekeeper, and the black rectangular car drove away quickly.
No matter how hard she chased, she couldn't catch up, no matter how she called her mother, she couldn't answer. She fell, she cried, she twisted her feet. In her field of vision, there was always only her mother's beautiful black hair with her back to her on the car window.
From beginning to end, there is no front, from beginning to end, she never looks back.
What's ridiculous is that, knowing that this would be the result, she still foolishly relived the nightmare again tonight.
She knew that her mother had difficulties, but she also had so many deep-seated longings that she needed to express to her. In the end, her mother, who had disappeared for more than ten years, did not even have the courage to look back for her.
She was wrong. She was not the lucky one after all.
With a wry smile, she climbed up the stairs. In the corridor on the second floor, all the wall lamps were turned on. Qingwu was puzzled. She found the master bedroom facing the stairs, the door was ajar, her eyes lit up, she didn't expect him to come back.
She walked gently towards the half-open door, but the next second, the smile that had never bloomed was so broken on her lips. Everything floating vividly in the door hurt her so openly.
eyes.
Qingwu took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and dug her nails into her palms. Her eyes hurriedly scanned the two bodies on the big bed that were tangled and tumbling like vines, and his clear, thick, and wild growl was heard beside her ears.
She turned around decisively and walked toward the end of the corridor with her eyes open. The walking turned into a trot. She trembled and slammed the door, fearing that the ambiguous and incomprehensible voice behind her would bother her again. She leaned on the door
, the body is like a rubber ball that has been emptied of air, wilting, sliding, sliding with the weightless heart.
She reached out and touched her face, getting a wet palm. How ridiculous! There were still tears. She thought she had lost this function not long ago. But tears are tears after all, just like the heart, no matter how mottled it is,
As long as I am stimulated, the dull pain will be the same as before.
How she wanted to tell the man who was busy with other women how scared she was when he was bullied by his half-brother. She wanted to tell him how scared she was after ten years.
Six years later, she met her mother. How much she wanted to tell him that she was very sad, very sad, so sad that she almost died...
However, he didn't give her a chance. Just like fate, it never gave them a chance.
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The old residence of the Ling family.
The servant Axia opened the door and squinted at it with a look of surprise on her face, "Young Master? Why are you back in the middle of the night?"
"Oh, something happened. My mother should be sleeping. Don't wake her up." The boy in a plaid shirt put down his schoolbag and was about to sneak to his room.
"Sicong! What are you hiding from? What happened when you came back from school in the middle of the night?" At the top of the stairs, Xu Suyun was wearing a big scarf. Although her tone was stern, her eyes were full of endearment. After all, she hadn't seen her little son for a long time and missed him.
tight.
"Mom, why are you up? You are not in good health and you will catch a cold!" Ling Sicong frowned, climbed up the stairs and helped Xu Suyun into the bedroom, "Isn't it the wedding banquet of the second brother and the second sister-in-law today? I could have caught up.
Yes, but there was something going on at the orphanage in the afternoon, and the department director arranged for me to go there. The children were pestering me so much that this delay was a waste of time. If we go to Qilin Villa again, you will have already dispersed."
Xu Suyun held her son's hand and refused to let go, "If we're done, you should have been home long ago. Why are you back now? Where have you been fooling around?"
Ling Sicong made a shameless face and gave himself a thumbs up, "How can your son be a fool? Of course he is willing to help others. I encountered a gangster robbing me on the road. I drew my sword when I saw something wrong.
How about scaring away that gangster with a toy gun given by a kid from the orphanage? Is your son mighty?"