She suddenly remembered the details of Xi Lanting kissing her. At that time, he almost lost control of kissing her. It was definitely not a momentary passion, but more like he had been enduring it for a long time.
However, he did not admit this.
Yun Qiao couldn't tell whether this was his fantasy or reality.
Memory sometimes deceives itself.
"No wonder I was so happy those days." She also suddenly remembered this.
Her mood was so light that it couldn't be faked. After kissing Uncle Qi, she was in an inexplicably good mood, but Uncle Qi was nowhere to be seen.
He went out for a while and then came back.
Yun Qiao doesn't understand what's wrong with him, nor does he understand what Uncle Qi means about this matter - does he like me?
She wanted to ask clearly.
But she was worried about gains and losses.
Once he denies it, what will he do in the future? Yun Qiao can't do anything shameless. Besides, relying on him in this way puts herself very low, and he may not think highly of her.
Do you really want to be his concubine?
Yun Qiao recalled that Uncle Qi said that he had a woman who was dead.
"Is that person really dead, or has she been forgotten by him, so he thinks she is dead?"
If the lover in his heart comes back, will he still want Yun Qiao? Yun Qiao is indeed very good-looking, but Uncle Qi is not greedy for her. He himself is more beautiful than Yun Qiao.
"It's better not to ask." Yun Qiao finally made up his mind and waited for Uncle Qi to speak first.
In this way, even if he never loves her, she will not be reduced to begging for his affection and retain the last trace of dignity.
Women's feelings also need dignity.
With this idea, Yun Qiao felt gloomy.
"Grandma said that there are many things in life that you can't do anything about." She couldn't help but burst into tears. "Am I not powerless about Uncle Qi?"
She likes him so much.
He accidentally hurt his hand, which was like gouging out her heart.
And what about him?
Yun Qiao looked back at Uncle Qi, but it was still cloudy and foggy, and she couldn't see anything clearly. He was very kind to her, but it was far-fetched to say that he loved her.
Yun Qiao tossed and turned.
When it was almost dawn, she finally woke up.
In the next few days, Yun Qiao went out every day to accompany Cheng Li to buy property, eat, and play cards at Qian's house. He tried his best not to go to Xi Lanting, and at the same time he did not stay at home with his thoughts.
She and Cheng Li didn't get together a few times.
Cheng Li was too busy. He had countless social activities every day. People from top to bottom came to have relationships with him. He was like a top, spinning around.
In a blink of an eye, it was the fifth day of April, Cheng Li’s birthday.
He called Yun Qiao in advance and asked Yun Qiao to bring gifts to his small mansion.
It had been raining a few days ago, but it was sunny today.
When Yun Qiao arrived, Cheng Li stood in front of the large iron gate of the small mansion to greet her. There was an osmanthus tree planted at the door of the small mansion. It was well built and had grown more than two meters high. The crown of the tree was dense and cast a mottled shadow.
shade.
Cheng Li wore a black shirt and trousers, and his hair was neatly trimmed, with a light ink glow in the sun.
The fabrics of his clothes were luxurious and the colors were stable, which added a lot of years to his life. Yun Qiao felt that he looked like his father again.
"Second brother!" She almost jumped out of the rickshaw with joy.
She wore a mid-sleeve cheongsam with a snow-colored shawl with long thick fringes on the outside. When she got off the car, she walked too fast and the tassels of the shawl got caught on the awning of the rickshaw, causing her to almost stumble.
Cheng Li, with quick eyesight and quick hands, helped her steady.
"Slow down." He couldn't help but smile, his smile bright and warm, "How old are you, and you are still so reckless."
After that, he greeted the entourage behind him and asked him to pay.
Yun Qiao folded her shawl in embarrassment, suddenly doubting that she was so unattractive, otherwise Uncle Qi would not dislike her.
She is probably like a vase, with a beautiful appearance but no corresponding inside.