Huangfu Yao was not surprised and joked, "Hey, Leng Meiren is up too."
After Huangfu Lin returned to China, Huangfu Yao's affairs were all left to Rong Sheng to take care of. For convenience, he also lived in this villa.
Rong Sheng ignored Huangfu Yao's joke, just nodded lightly to Xiaotong as a greeting, and sat down to eat.
Xiaotong was already used to his indifference, so she didn't care at the moment.
I remember that when I first met Rong Sheng, Rong Sheng seemed to dislike me very much.
But this was the first time Huangfu Yao saw Rong Sheng's attitude towards Xiao Tong, and he couldn't help but be startled. He murmured in his heart: Strange, why is Rong Sheng so indifferent to Xiao Tong? Haven't they met before? I heard that in When they were living together in Paris, they lived together for a while and were supposed to be very familiar with each other. Why did they look like strangers?
She was curious, but she didn't say anything else.
Soon, Huangfu Lin also came downstairs, and the four of them ate together.
At the dinner table, no matter how Xiaotong and Huangfu Yao talked and laughed, Rong Sheng always remained silent.
Huangfu Lin couldn't help but look at him deeply. When he met his eyes, Rong Sheng looked sad for a moment. Then he finished the last piece of toast on the plate and said calmly: "Brother Lin, I've finished eating. You can use it slowly." Then, regardless of the expressions of everyone present, he left the table and went upstairs.
Afraid that Xiaotong would think too much, Huangfu said with a smile: "Leave him alone! He has always been like that, neither cold nor hot."
Xiaotong smiled slightly and said nothing.
Huangfu Lin, on the other hand, looked at Rong Sheng's leaving figure with a thoughtful expression. Why, is Asheng still worried about being exiled to Cambodia because of Xiaotong?
After dinner, Huangfu Yao took Xiao Tong and went shopping together. Huangfu Lin had something to do and couldn't be a gentleman to carry their bags, but he still gave them a card.
"Great." Huangfuyao smiled, "Now we can do whatever we want."
"Yeah," Xiaotong pursed her lips and glared at someone, "It's best to max it out!"
Huangfu Lin smiled nonchalantly and warned, "Come back soon." Especially his slim body was not suitable for exercising for too long.
"I know." Huangfu Yao responded, and the two of them got into the car laughing.
Looking at the enthusiastic faces of people walking on the street, Ning Xiaotong was also infected and had a great time shopping with Huangfu Yao.
The dazzling array of clothes in various styles is dazzling.
Even Ning Xiaotong, a person who didn't like shopping, was furious, and she and Huangfu Yao took the trouble to try on clothes one after another.
Huangfu Yao seldom went out to go shopping. Now that he had a lot of time and was rarely free from illness, he naturally wanted to go shopping to the fullest.
The two of them were buried in piles of clothes, excitedly discussing the most popular styles at this year's Milan Fashion Week, and they had reached a state of complete selflessness.
Their bodies were covered with bags and bags, and there were a group of bodyguards behind them, but they were hidden in the crowd to protect their safety.
In fact, she knew her brother's intention of doing this. Back then...
When she thought of those years, her expression turned gloomy.
Xiaotong, who was picking up clothes, heard the chirping sparrow behind her suddenly quieten down, and couldn't help but look back. Seeing Huangfu Yao's sad look, she subconsciously asked: "What's wrong?"
Huangfu came back to his senses, smiled reluctantly at Ning Xiaotong and said, "It's nothing, I just thought of some past events and felt something in my heart."