The man leaned gently against the tree trunk, looking at the figure in the glass flower room with a heavy gaze.
He really didn't believe that the foreign man in the photo was the reason why she rushed back so eagerly, nor did he believe that the little girl holding her thigh was her and someone else's child.
The child couldn't be that big, and the man couldn't be her husband... And although the people who came back were afraid of her, they were trained by He Lianqing after all, and they still told him about her threats, about her threats.
There is also the existence of a blonde woman...
So, regarding the matter of her going back to see the man who was the most important to her in the world, although he was angry, he was not carried away by the anger. On the contrary, he was very sober. He had always been sober, and he had never been sober.
So awake.
He clearly realized: she didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore, she wanted him to misunderstand, and she wanted everything to end four years ago.
However, he didn't allow everything she wanted.
Gently turning sideways, Helian Qing completely hid his body behind the big tree, took out a cigarette, held it in his mouth, and lit it with a 'pop' sound. He looked at the lingering smoke and told himself: It is bound to happen.
Till death.
*
Qian Xiaojiu carefully loosened the soil in each pot of flowers and plants, removed weeds and applied fertilizer. Then she stood in the flowers with a kettle and started watering the flowers until they were all finished. She started again four years ago.
I took off my apron like that every time, put away all the tools, then sat on the wicker chair and poured myself a glass of water.
After taking a sip of tea, Qian Xiaojiu really felt as if she had returned to the simple and leisurely days four years ago...
But she clearly knew that everything was different. No matter how it came to be here, she couldn't be moved by this glass house, nor could she be obsessed with it. She couldn't tell who she was, let alone where she was.
do what.
"Oh! Miss Qian, how could you...how could you touch things here?" A maid rushed over rashly and took the quilt from her hand, poured out the tea inside, and pulled out a piece of paper with great force.
Carefully wipe every particle of ashes on it.
Qian Xiaojiu frowned, why, things here are untouchable?
"It was your husband who asked me to come..." Qian Xiaojiu didn't want others to misunderstand that she had done something she shouldn't have done without authorization.
"But...but you can't touch the things here. Forget it, it's a good thing that Mr. didn't see you here, otherwise it would be terrible!" The maid is very young, dazed and even a little cute, with an apple-like baby face.
She looked very young and green, and now she was standing in front of her, carefully arranging the tea sets used by Qian Xiaojiu.
"Really? You can't move anything here?" Qian Xiaojiu couldn't help but ask, completely forgetting the calm warning she just gave herself. At this moment, she had continuously broken through the defense line in her heart.
From the moment she arrived at this greenhouse, her emotions seemed to have started to get a little out of control.
"Yes!" The little maid nodded sincerely and looked at her seriously. "Sir, he usually doesn't let anyone get close to this place. He takes care of most of the greenhouses himself. I was there when he was on a business trip.
I came in to take care of him when he was there, but when he was there, he didn’t allow anyone within a radius of fifty meters..."