Luo Mingxuan waved his hand: "I don't care what others think?"
Su Wanqing smiled indifferently, her voice soft and soft: "When you were gray-haired, I was still as young as a young deer; but when I was gray-haired, you didn't know that you had been dead for several years.
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Luo Mingxuan's majestic momentum suddenly shrank when he heard such cruel words. He looked at Su Wanqing in disbelief, his dark blue eyes falling into deep melancholy.
"So, Uncle Luo, do you understand?" Su Wanqing gently blinked her long eyelashes, looking at the tall man with black eyes who suddenly lost his life, and sighed softly, "It's impossible for us.
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After saying that, Su Wanqing walked straight forward along the winding mountain road, ignoring Luo Mingxuan.
She is not really stupid, nor is she really timid. She also has her own persistence. Su Wanqing stretched out her hand and placed it on her chest.
There was a cross-shaped metal pendant in her clothes. With a smile on her lips, she traced its shape and silently recited a person's name in her heart.
"Wan Qing, this world is very big, bigger than you can imagine." Luo Mingxuan's voice came from behind, "One day you will understand that nothing is impossible in this world."
At the end, he added: "I will not give up. Age is not a problem at all."
Su Wanqing didn't seem to hear half of it. A bright smile appeared on his face, turned around and said loudly: "Uncle Luo, I want to go to Italy tomorrow. Can you advance the trip?"
Seeing her dazzling smile, Luo Mingxuan was instantly confused. The previous suppressed emotions were swept away. His eyes were dazzled by the charming smile, and his mind was in a state of excitement. He blurted out without any hesitation: "Okay,
I promise you."
"Thank you." Su Wanqing felt that she was despicable. She was using his feelings to manipulate him, but she didn't know why, but she did it inexplicably, "Uncle Luo, you are so kind."
At the age of eighteen, people really grow up.
The clear mountain breeze blew across her cheeks, and a hint of loneliness flashed in Su Wanqing's heart.
"Uncle Luo, can you give me some time?" Wan Qing did not continue to be hysterical, nor did he look cynical, nor did he cry and look pitiful like a little white flower, "At the same time, give yourself some time, and be well.
Consider your feelings for me."
It's rare that this is the first time she talks to herself so rationally.
Although it was a shirk, it was still better than a direct rejection. A glimmer of hope ignited in Luo Mingxuan's heart. Yes, as long as there was time, no woman in this world would escape from her charm.
As long as there is time, as long as they live under the same roof, Wan Qing will one day accept him.
"Okay, I'll give you a month." Luo Mingxuan regained his elegant imperial temperament, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, "The shooting schedule of this MV has been changed from half a month to one month. You can go to Italy to have a good rest.
Relax, think about our relationship carefully, and come back and give me an answer."
Su Wanqing nodded, but still looked at Luo Mingxuan with some caution.
As sharp as Luo Mingxuan, he felt it immediately. He tried his best to restrain his sharp edge and be as kind as possible when facing this little girl: "Wan Qing, don't worry, I won't do anything to you again.