Ling Ang turned his head and looked at Wang Aoshuang, raised a faint smile, "Take your things and we're ready to leave."
With a wave of his hand, three 8 fell on the table again.
The three men were stunned again, and then a darkness appeared between their eyebrows.
Ling Ang smiled lightly, threw the last card on the table, stood up Xiaosha, "Ao Shuang, let's go."
Lan Yuchi said unwillingly in his chest, but he had no choice but to watch the two of them leave.
Walking out of the hotel gate, a cold wind blew towards him. Wang Aoshuang trembled and shrank.
Ling Ang took off the scarf and put it on her neck. Seeing the gem necklace beautifully on her slender neck, a hint of relief filled his ink-like eyes.
"Thank you for wearing it."
Wang Aoshuang was stunned for a moment, knowing that he had misunderstood. Although she knew that telling the truth would make him sad, she didn't want to think that she was giving him hope. She slowly started to speak, "It was Lan Yuchi who asked me to wear it."
The gloom flashed quickly on Ling Ang's calm face. He looked up at the dark night sky, his eyes both far and painful, "Why are you always so cruel, even a lie? Today is Valentine's Day, and your lie will be
It's my best gift."
A strong guilt rose in her heart, and she quietly looked at the ground and remained silent. She was cruel but she didn't want him to fall deeper and deeper.
"Ling Ang, don't you know that I'm just using you. I just want to have personal help in times of difficulty."
"Stop talking." Ling Ang's voice was quiet, trying his best to suppress the indescribable feeling in his heart, "Let's go, I'll take you back."
Cars shuttle through the bustling city.
Today is Valentine's Day, and there are a lot of people on the street, most of which are couples holding hands. Women are either holding flowers or holding gifts, and they look very happy.
Ling Ang looked at her gently, found a place to park the car, "Wait for me for a while."
After a while, he came back, holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hand. The bouquet was gorgeous and grand, and there were countless branches with many bunches, and it should be 99 branches.
He gently handed it to her, "Nothing for anything else, but for Valentine's Day women should receive a bouquet of flowers."
Wang Aoshuang felt a little emotional and helpless. She had hit him just now, but he didn't care at all, just devoted himself to her.
She slowly took the flowers, and a faint fragrance came to her nose. Every flower was gorgeous and charming.
Looking at the beautiful flowers in his hand, Wang Aoshuang suddenly remembered something.
She turned her head and looked at him attentively, and asked hesitantly: "Ling Ang, didn't you say you have always liked a woman who planted Phalaenopsis for that woman for 10 years? Why do you like me?"
Ling Ang looked at her quietly, and a mixed and quiet emotion floated in his eyes, and he said one by one: "Because that person is you."
Wang Aoshuang seemed to have become petrified, and a huge shock surged into her mind, and the doubts in her eyes dizzed for a while.
She said blankly: "But, I haven't seen you."
"No, you've seen me." He said slowly.
Wang Aoshuang was even more shocked, her expression full of complexity.
Ling Ang looked out the window through the glass, his eyes turned to the distant night sky, deep and ethereal.
"Do you remember one of the dusks 10 years ago when a teenager collapsed beside the street?"
She frowned her beautiful brows and thought quietly, dusk, boy...