Cheng Liuli didn't feel anything strange. She was not the serious owner of Leng Yu's house in the first place. She didn't care whether these servants were warm to her or cold to her.
Stepping into the hall, the huge crystal chandelier inside was on, shining brightly. On the luxurious velvet sofa below, Yesi Luo sat calmly, holding a financial magazine in his hand, flipping through it casually, with a glass of wine in front of him.
The steaming coffee is exuding a fragrant aroma.
Cheng Liuli took off her milky white suit jacket and found a sapphire blue shirt underneath. She pulled up the hem of the shirt and put on the flip-flops that she usually kept at the entrance, but she was hesitant in her heart.
Uncertain, I don't know whether to speak to Yesluo as if nothing happened, or wait patiently for his proactive inquiry.
After all, she had been hospitalized for such a long time, and not only had he not visited her once, he had not even made a single phone call.
He was angry.
She can feel it.
But why wouldn't she be sad to lose her child?
Besides, she did not intend to abort the child. At that time, she did feel an external force pushing her, which made her roll down the steps unprepared.
She was living alone in the hospital. How could he understand her physical pain and the sadness of losing her flesh and blood?
When she needed him most, he chose to avoid her.
Yes, it was her fault for the miscarriage, but he showed such indifference and heartlessness, which was still unbearable for her from the bottom of her heart.
Walk towards him step by step.
Mother Qin stood beside him, holding a coffee pot and diligently refilling his cup.
There were also servants in twos and threes busy nearby.
Although there were many people in the room, it was unusually quiet.
Everyone was busy with their own things, and it seemed as if they couldn't see her walking in.
Normally when she comes in and out, the servants will stand still when they see her, as if they are seeing Yesi Luo herself, and greet her respectfully, "Hello, Miss."
Now, she feels like a transparent person.
But these still didn't cause her any strange feelings. All her attention was on Yesi Luo, so much so that she ignored the different attitudes towards her from the moment she entered the door.
No one came to greet her and took the luggage in her hands - although there was not much, most of them were clothes and toiletries sent by Qin's mother when she was hospitalized.
No one asked her whether she had recovered and was discharged from the hospital. How did she feel?
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No one even came up to say hello, have you eaten or would you like a glass of hot water?
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But now, when she entered this house, she was like a transparent person, with no one paying attention to her, including Yesi Luo.
Biting her lower lip, she suddenly remembered the purpose of staying in this cold jade house. After thinking about it, she moved on and continued walking towards Yesi Luo.
When he was still more than ten steps away from Yesilo, suddenly, the sound of high heels came from the stairs next to him.
One step, one step, another step.
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Leisurely, lazy, and seemingly infinitely sexy.
Because the stairs in Leng Yu's house were spiraling up, although I could hear the footsteps, I couldn't see who it was for the moment.
But there is no doubt that this is a very fashionable girl.
There are many maids in Leng Yu's house, but they all dress uniformly and wear soft-soled silent shoes that make almost no sound when walking.