God knows how much self-control he had just used to hold back from eating her.
And An Jingxing may never understand how deep and tender love is hidden behind the pain Tang Qianrong endures at this moment.
If you don't love deeply, why would you ever be so cautious and consider every step forward?
When the love affair was interrupted, An Jingxing took her change of clothes and hid in the bathroom at a flying speed. She didn't know which room Tang Qianrong washed in, and waited for her to change clothes and go downstairs.
The man was already sitting at the dining table, dressed neatly, holding a knife and fork, calm and composed as if nothing had happened.
Zhang Meixia was still sitting next to him, with a light smile and gentle eyes that could squeeze water out of her mouth.
Looking at such a beautiful couple, An Jingxing had to admit that he felt sad again.
Even more angry, how could this man do this to himself this morning, with such a beautiful girl right next to him?
I thought that although he was a bit deep, he was at least a good man who sat upright, but now it seems that is not the case at all.
No longer looking at the intimacy between the two people opposite him, An Jingxing took a few sips of the soy milk, ate some pastries for breakfast, and wanted to leave. Unexpectedly, at this moment, Tang Qianrong suddenly shouted.
"Auntie, Jing Xing and I are flying to Bern this afternoon."
Hearing Tang Qianrong suddenly shout a salutation, An Jingxing's body stiffened. Aunt?
"Aiyou, didn't I ask you to call me Miss Zhang? Really, calling me auntie makes me old." Zhang Meixia frowned, but it didn't detract from her charming charm at all. An Jingxing looked at it for a long time, but there was nothing.
It can be seen that she is already an aunt-level figure.
"Auntie, you are not young anymore. It's time to find an uncle. I call you this every time when I come back. How can you find a man?" Tang Qianrong has always been comfortable in front of Zhang Meixia, and she also speaks with a certain tone.
It's meant as a joke.
An Jingxing almost froze at the dining table. Listening to Tang Qianrong's words, she remembered what she had said to him last night. Why, after finally coming to Paris, should she accompany Miss Zhang?
At that time, she thought Zhang Meixia was his mistress and that's why she said that. At that time, this man knew that she had misunderstood, but he didn't explain. What was he doing instead of making fun of himself?
Although he knew that the two people opposite him were not looking at him, An Jingxing still felt ashamed when he thought about what the man was thinking when he heard what he said last night.
She became more and more unable to sit still. She hurriedly said "I'm full" and hid in the room.
Seeing the little woman running away, a smile flashed across Tang Qianrong's cold eyes, and she picked up the soy milk and took a sip.
Zhang Meixia naturally understood the character of her nephew. Seeing the little girl's straightforward reaction, she felt that he was a perfect match and couldn't help but smile.
"Be a good girl and don't bully others."
"Auntie, you have wronged me." Tang Qianrong was in a good mood and was willing to quarrel with her.
"I know you are thoughtful, but sometimes it is not a good thing to hide your thoughts too deeply. I know you feel guilty about your mother because of her, but if two people really want to be together, there are too many secrets.
Not a good thing."
Zhang Meixia put a piece of pastry on his plate and spoke meaningfully.
