After eating, she returned to her room, took out a small notepad from under the pillow, and wrote down what happened in the past few days. She also found those pages of unpleasant memories in the past and sealed them with transparent tape.
, after doing all this, she was so happy that she couldn't suppress her heartbeat, and bright and happy sparks shot out from her heart, as if a sweet and cool wind was passing through her heart!
Time passed very slowly. She sat on the sofa in the living room and looked at the watch over and over again. Every night at seven o'clock, if there was no entertainment, he would basically come back on time. Leng Xiao was not like those rich playboys who liked to linger on sex.
He and Wen Shang would not go there with Wen Shang unless there was a necessary social occasion at Quanma's entertainment venue, but the time would not exceed twelve o'clock.
Axiu took down the things he had packed away from Leng Xiao's room from upstairs. When he saw her, he stood on the stairs and shouted: "Young mistress, did the young master eat your cake yesterday?"
Qiu Mo smiled at her and nodded gently. The happiness and shyness in her smile almost melted A Xiu.
She seemed even happier than Qiu Mo. She ran down three steps at a time and said very proudly: "Young mistress, you don't know that the young master never eats sweets."
As for Leng Xiao's eating habits, Axiu knew best. He did not eat dishes that were too sweet and refused all desserts. Unexpectedly, he made an exception and ate cake for the young mistress's birthday.
Seeing Axiu's silly smile, Qiu Mo also laughed. She remembered the awkward look on his face when he asked her to feed him last night. Unknowingly, her face turned red and she said to Axiu: "
Don’t you still have to go to work? Stop teasing me here.”
Axiu stuck out her tongue, knowing that their young mistress was thin-skinned, so she happily went to work on her.
Qiu Mo held the book in her arms, happily and anxiously waiting for the time to pass.
Axiu finished the work at hand and was sitting at the dining table reading the newspaper. She didn't know what she saw. Suddenly she ran over and screamed, "Young Mistress, Young Mistress, look, this woman is so beautiful."
Qiu Mo glanced at the newspaper she handed over and smiled softly, "She only showed her back and didn't even see her face. Do you know she's pretty?"
"No." Axiu still insisted on her opinion: "Just looking at the back is so stunning, it can't be ugly."
Qiu Mo smiled and shook her head, continuing to bury her head in the book in her hand.
Axiu was still studying the newspaper with great interest, and said to herself: "The tattoo on this woman's back is so special..."
She raised the newspaper to the light and looked at it again and again, frowning and thinking: "Is it an eagle? But it's different from ordinary eagles..."
The newspaper in her hand was suddenly snatched away. When she turned around, she saw Qiu Mo holding the newspaper. Her face, which had no color at all, turned pale.
"Young Mistress, Young Mistress..." Axiu shouted twice, but Qiu Mo didn't hear it. Her attention was completely fixed on the photo at this time. A chill quickly grew from the soles of her feet and quickly spread to her limbs.