Leng Xuanhan's black eyes turned and he glanced at the school silently for a moment before speaking: "What class are you in as a senior in high school?"
"Class three!" Tian Lingxin replied calmly.
"Well! Go in and have a rest early. If you want to find a job, go to the restaurant just now. The restaurant's evening shift working hours should be able to suit your time. Don't worry, it's not a privilege, because the restaurant business is pretty good.
, the manpower is a bit busy, you go there, all the procedures are done as usual, if you think you can, go and give it a try!"
The man's low and hoarse voice contained a hint of imperceptible concern. It was quite gentle. In this vast night, it was actually quite useful to make people stand upright, at least, that's how it sounded to Tian Lingxin! The look in Naze Xing's eyes
There was a faint hint of warmth.
I nodded quietly and wanted to say something like thank you, but suddenly I felt that if I kept saying this, I was actually becoming pretentious.
Finally, she didn't say anything. At least she looked at him with a slight smile, then slowly withdrew her eyes, turned around, and walked towards the school gate...
What was hidden deep in her eyes was the gratitude that she didn't want to say out loud. He understood, but for some reason, seeing her thin and lonely back, he felt slightly depressed in his heart.
She is just a young girl in the prime of life, but she is tortured by this big dye vat of reality. She wants to call for help, but can't seem to find an outlet. She is obviously very fragile but always pretends to be strong!
Such a girl makes him slightly... heartbroken...
Looking at the direction where the thin figure had long since disappeared, Leng Xuanhan's black eyes fell silent for a moment, and his handsome and charming face suddenly became calm and indifferent, under the dim street light.
, his tall and tall body stood for a long time. After a long time, his slender fingertips slipped through his pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes, took one, and lit it...
Through the faint smoke, his black eyes swept across the school gate. After a while, the man put out the cigarette butt, took out the mobile phone in his trouser pocket, dialed a number, then turned around and left slowly!
Soon, as soon as the man walked out of the lawn path, a black luxury car appeared in front of him!
"Master!" As soon as he saw Leng Xuanhan's figure, the limousine stopped immediately. The driver quickly got out of the car, opened the door, and called Leng Xuanhan respectfully!
Leng Xuanhan nodded slightly and then walked in.
"Let's drive back to Cuitingshan Villa." As soon as he got into the car, Leng Xuanhan gave the order directly.
"Yes! Master!" the driver replied respectfully, and then started the car.
The car quickly left the small driveway. Leng Xuanhan leaned lightly on the back of the chair and then reached out to knead his right shoulder, which had been bumped by the gravity of the fall in the car. The soreness was still there, but in his eyes
But there was no trace of pain on his face. He pinched it a few times, then stopped, and his black eyes quietly closed.
The driver carefully observed the young master in the back seat through the car mirror, not missing the cut at the corner of his mouth. His eyes flickered for a moment, he weighed it, and finally spoke: "Master!"
"What's the matter? Tell me." came the calm tone.
"Yes!" The driver suddenly asked cautiously, "Master, do you want to go to the hospital? The wound on your mouth seems to be bleeding."
Hearing this, Leng Xuanhan opened his slightly tired black eyes and reached out to brush his thin lips. A touch of blood red immediately stained his hand. Looking at the blood red, he didn't pay much attention to it. It might have been when he was smoking just now.
It opened the wound.
However, when his hand brushed his lips, the soft and fragrant touch on his lips flashed through his mind, and for a moment, a hint of depth flashed across his black eyes.