651. Chapter 651 I will only give you one person in my life! 1
But Elizabeth's expression didn't change much. She just looked at her with a smile and said: "Jing Xing, since it was Raphael's own choice to leave me, I think these things are not important. You can also see
Here I am, I have been living a good life these days. Without him, the world is still spinning and announcements are still coming. Although I am only seventeen years old, I don’t have to marry him. Even if he said so, I don’t want to forgive him so quickly.
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"It doesn't matter. If you say that, I won't mention it anymore." An Jingxing curled his lips and said nothing more.
Even though Elizabeth pretended to smile, she couldn't pretend to have an appetite. She ate a very small dinner and then went back to her room, and there was no movement the rest of the night.
When An Jingxing returned to the room, Tang Qianrong was sitting on the sofa in a bathrobe, holding a glass of milk and looking at the computer. There were a few copy papers scattered beside him.
I don’t know since when, Tang Qianrong gradually took some official tasks to the bedroom to do, sometimes to accompany her, sometimes to wait for her. Almost as soon as she entered the room, those official tasks would be left by someone.
Look aside and never look at it again.
Sure enough, An Jingxing took some clothes and went in to take a shower. When he came out, he saw the notebook thrown aside, with the information neatly placed on it, while Tang Qianrong was lying on the bed, quietly reading with an original document.
Looking through it quietly.
An Jingxing especially liked to see Tang Qianrong reading quietly like this. His concentrated expression was very charming. When turning the book, his long fingers shuttled between each page. An Jingxing couldn't take his eyes away every time.
An Jingxing wrapped herself in a bathrobe and went to bed. Her hair was half dry and she didn't bother to dry it. The moment she went to bed, the man habitually stretched out his arm to pillow her and touched her slightly damp hair.
The eyebrows twisted together.
"Why don't you blow dry?"
An Jingxing was lazy on a few days every month. He took a shower late at night, and when he got sleepy, he was too lazy to dry his hair and just went to bed. It was the same today.
She hugged the man's waist and said lazily that she was tired, then said nothing more.
After that, An Jingxing seemed to hear the man next to her sigh. Not long after, the man moved and turned around and got out of bed. After a while, she realized that he had gone to get a hair dryer.
Tang Qianrong had also helped An Jingxing blowdry her hair a few times before, but after all, she was in the minority. This man's big palm was very comfortable holding her hair. The two of them were very busy at work before and had very little time to meet each other.
Forget about asking him to dry your hair.
Resting on Tang Qianrong's legs, An Jingxing enjoyed the beauty of this moment. When she saw that the two fingers of the man's hand holding the hairdryer were slightly stiff, An Jingxing's eyes dimmed, remembering the touch on his wrist.
With the hideous scar, my heart was occupied by guilt and regret.
Although the man didn't say it, she knew that it was still very inconvenient for him to use his right hand when typing. He held a knife and fork instead of chopsticks when eating, probably because he was afraid that she would feel guilty when she saw that he couldn't hold the chopsticks.
This man... always thinks so carefully about her.
She looked at the man's delicate face and blurted out three words softly. An Jingxing spoke very quickly, and the sound of the hairdryer was loud. Her voice was soon drowned in the roaring sound of the hairdryer.
