Her heart trembled in panic. What three profound words!
Although there are only three words in it, countless people in the world have parted and died for it, and they are so sad that they don’t want to live.
But Ling Ang hid it in the language of flowers.
She was a little embarrassed and asked: "What do those 17 branches represent?"
The girl patiently replied: "Representative: Till death do us part."
Till death do us part... Till death do us part!
A huge torrent surged from her heart. She looked at the countless Phalaenopsis in front of her in disbelief, her eyes falling into endless confusion and doubt.
Did Ling Ang know the flower language when he gave her the bouquet of flowers?
How could he have undying love for her? They had only known each other for a short time.
She thought that he liked her, it was just the ordinary love between men and women. How could he be so devoted to her until death?
Didn’t he say that he has been in love with a woman for 10 years?... Could this woman be him?
But she really couldn't remember any interaction between herself and Ling Ang.
"Aoshuang, what are you thinking about?" Mo Qi came over and interrupted her thoughts.
"Well, it's nothing..." She felt a little unnatural, holding Mo Qi's hand and walking away.
"Aoshuang, won't you go home during the New Year?"
When she heard the word home, Wang Aoshuang's expression instantly darkened. Thinking of her parents' reluctant eyes when they parted before, her heart surged with emotion.
Of course she wanted to go back, but how could she dare to go back without Lan Yuchi's consent.
Ever since Ling Ang negotiated terms with Lan Yuchi, he has indeed become much more polite to her and rarely embarrasses her.
She was also very understanding. After coming back from get off work, she hid in her room, and the two of them lived like strangers.
She had always wanted to beg him, hoping that given her father's poor health, he would allow her to go back and see her parents.
It's just that during this period, Lan Yuchi, perhaps because of her unsatisfactory work, came back moody every day, often with a face like a ghost from hell. As a result, whatever she wanted to say was strangled in her stomach.
Until now she has not found a chance to speak.
She raised her head, looked at the sky in the direction of her home, took a deep breath, and felt sadness filling her heart.
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The next day, while she was having breakfast, Lan Yuchi hurriedly came downstairs while making a phone call, "Okay, I'll be there right now."
He hung up the phone and couldn't help but curse, "Damn, why is it that only China in the world celebrates the Spring Festival?"
He glanced at the butler on the side and ordered, "There is something wrong with the project in Australia. I have to deal with it. You can choose some gifts for me to send home and tell them that I can't spend the Spring Festival with them."
Wang Aoshuang looked at Lan Yuchi's leaving figure and felt a huge surprise in her heart. This man actually wanted to go on a business trip to Australia. It was really an eye-opener.
She quickly went to her room to pack her clothes. But when she packed her things, she was worried again.
Today is already New Year's Eve. All air tickets, train tickets, and bus tickets must have been sold out. How can she go back?
Just as he was thinking about it, the phone rang. It was Ling Ang.
His calm but tender voice came from the microphone, "Aoshuang, are you going home?"
She was a little confused, "How do you know?"
"You don't need to know this. Come out and I'll take you back."
She was shocked. He had to drive 10 hours to send her back?