Chapter 509 (1/2)
Lu Mian takes the initiative to walk to Xiao Qimo's jeep. She is wearing a black windbreaker, her hands are in her pocket, and she looks at the man behind her.
Her hair and shoulders, there are thin and dense snowflakes, to her clear temperament added a bit delicate and soft.
”Are you afraid of cold? Don't hurry up yet ~ ”
the final ending is a bit long, soft and drunk.
Xiao Qimo quickened his pace and followed the past.
Instead of going directly to the driver's seat, she went to Lumian first and dusted the snow on her clothes. She rubbed her broken hair, endless tenderness.
”Come on, my My girlfriend. ”
Lu Mian bent his lips: ”thank you, my Mr. driver. ”
”Little bastard!”
The man scolded and opened the door for her.
Two people sit in the car, Lumian has automatically fastened the seat belt, Xiao Qimo has a look, slowly start the car.
The heating in the car is enough. Under the catalysis of the soft piano music, Lumian is a little sleepy.
She holds her eyelids and doesn't play games any more. Occasionally, her head drops down and her consciousness is strengthened.
Xiao Qimo looked at her with one sidelong head. Did she feel so miserable that she didn't sleep?
”Why don't you sleep?”
”Well.” ”If I wake up, will you continue to be angry?”
She asked, not sure.
“……” Xiao Qimo didn't know how to take this.
This is not a question of whether to be angry at all. The most important thing to worry about is whether he is good or not?
”Sleep, I promise I won't be angry.”
”Good.” Lu Mian finally puts down his mind, nests in the co pilot, tilts his head and closes his eyes.
While waiting for the traffic lights, Xiao Qimo took a blanket from behind and covered it. Looking at her white pink side face, the corners of her lips evoke a curve of satisfaction and some helplessness.
Little bastard, I'm the one to worry about most!
Do you remember that when you wake up?
Will you leave me a beautiful dream memory, but you forget it?
A long sigh came from his thin lips. Xiao Qimo made a call to Ye Jinwen directly after a moment's pause.
At this time, Jin Jing Ye's family.
Ye Jingwen's mother, Tang Wenhui, carried a bag of old things and handed it to the servant.
”Take it and burn it.”
The servant hesitated for a few seconds: ”madam, isn't this miss Xi's award-winning certificate?”
Tang Wenhui took a deep look, tired and helpless.
”No one's here. It's no use keeping them.”
”But, young master, he...”
What else did the servant want to say? He looked up and saw Tang Wenhui's cold eyes. The servant immediately took the bag and left.
He bumped into Ye Jingwen and said, ”young master.”
Ye Jingwen dropped his eyes and swept the things in the servant's hands. Without saying a word, he came forward and took it.
”You go down first.”
The servant nodded and left in a hurry.
Ye Jingwen walks to Tang Wenhui with a bag and a frown.
”Mom, this is Xixi's stuff. As I said, don't touch anything in her room.” Ye Jingwen's voice is quiet.
This is the language style formed after countless struggles.
Tang Wenhui was angry when he saw his son's half dead appearance. Especially when their mother and son talked about ye Lingxi's problems, those long-standing emotions would always come up.
Tang Wenhui has always been a strong and rigorous man, and he basically said that there was no difference at home. Even Ye's father, ye qingsui, sometimes can't change her decision.