For a moment, Rong Qian almost asked, three years ago, a phone call told her that he had an accident in the hotel-

Is it true?

Did he really have an accident? So Han Feifei called her home in a panic?!

Such thoughts had been there for a long time, but compared to the truth she wanted to know, all of Rong Qian's energy was used to restrain her restless heart!

And at this moment, the impulse buried in her heart was so obvious that she urgently wanted to ask him what happened at that time.

But looking at his lonely and arrogant back, the side face projected by the dim light, as disdainful as ever......

Rong Qian's words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't pour them out.

Her fingers curled up slightly, she pulled the corners of her mouth lightly, and whispered: "-Thank you!"

Without looking back, he walked straight out of the room.

The door was slammed shut, the light glowed orange, and the room was incredibly peaceful.

Rong Qian's eyes fell on the food bag resting on the coffee table, which was marked with the word "Yu Ji".

She couldn't tell how she felt at the moment, but her eyes were astringent and itchy.

She withdrew her gaze and looked out the window, where the moonlight was exceptionally bright tonight, and the quiet light shone on the windowsill, and the bare bonsai swayed in the wind.

She had forgotten his temperament, and what she had experienced in the past was a stain on Mo Zun, and this stain happened to be stained with him.

Rong Qian didn't know what kind of mentality Mo Zun had in proposing to try it with her, but it was undeniable that he cared about her past!

At the beginning, he said too many things to make her recognize herself and have to be self-aware......

And when asked at this time, it is undoubtedly self-inflicted. Rong Qian never thought that showing his weaknesses in front of outsiders would get pity and sympathy, on the contrary, he would only despise and despise him!

Someone like Mo Zun - how could he need her to save him?

It's just that for herself at that time, she couldn't see herself clearly, and she thought that something really happened to him and she needed her help.

It was this ridiculous idea that she buried her three years of youthful freedom.

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This night, Rong Qian didn't sleep well, and many pictures flashed bizarre in his dreams.

When I opened my eyes again and looked at the glass crystal lamp on the ceiling above my head, I remembered again, but I couldn't remember anything.

When I got up from the bed, it was already 7:50.

She wasn't sure if Chestnut would come to pick her up today? Yesterday, Mrs. Li saw that she was unwell, so she was directly exempted from following her to visit relatives and friends.

Rong Qian lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and left the room after washing.

She doesn't have to be busy with her relatives, she should be able to save time to finish a paper of test questions today.

Prepare for the next exam.

When going up and down the stairs from the hallway, Rong Qian will always habitually sweep downstairs.

Then he noticed the man who casually threw his coat on the sofa and turned around to make a call with his mobile phone in his ear, and his footsteps paused slightly.

No matter how cold the day was, Mo Zun was still wearing a thin shirt and suit pants.

With one hand in his pocket, he quietly listened to the words of the person on his mobile phone, and occasionally said a sentence or two in a hoarse voice.

Aunt Wang came out of the kitchen and asked respectfully, "Sir, breakfast has been prepared, and Mrs. hasn't gotten up yet, do you want me to wake her up?"

Mo Zun turned around and glanced at Aunt Wang, and then his deep eyes lifted, and his gaze directly caught the shallow face standing in front of the railing above the second floor.

The calm eyes were as dark as the sea, even if they were so far away, Rong Qian still felt the pressure emanating from his body.

Aunt Wang then turned around and looked up, and when she saw the shallowness in front of the railing, Aunt Wang smiled and said, "Madam, breakfast has been prepared, just waiting for you." ”

With her eyes down, she descended the stairs.

"Get the plan out first, and then talk to me about the rest. ”

Mo Zun stood in front of the sofa without moving, with a displeased expression on his face, and his patience was exhausted.

Rong Qian walked past him, and the deep voice in his ears seemed to be able to hear his suppressed anger.

On the dining table, Aunt Wang had already set up the dishes and chopsticks.

Then he glanced at Mo Zun, who was still on the phone, and secretly said to Rong Qian, "Madam, you persuade Mr. a little." I've already answered more than ten calls in the morning, and it's not good for my health to go on like this. ”

Rong Qian couldn't help but turn his head to look at the living room, Mo Zun bent down to pick up the cigarette and lighter on the coffee table, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and put it at the corner of his mouth, and then opened the outer lid of the lighter and lit it.

The evil man's face may have just gotten up, and the laziness on it has not yet faded, but at this moment there is anger swelling between his eyebrows.

The smoke cleared as he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The dull voice could barely hear the answer, Rong Qian retracted her gaze, and she smiled at Aunt Wang, "Thank you, Aunt Wang." ”

"It's nothing, you should pay attention to it at this time, so as not to find all kinds of problems when you are old. ”

Aunt Wang only came to clean every morning, and after she put things on the table, she went into the kitchen.

Rong Qian picked up a sandwich and ate it, she listened carefully to the sound of the living room, and found that there was no sound for a while.

But she knew he was still talking on the phone!

Just when Rong Qian was about to finish eating, Mo Zun hung up his mobile phone and came over from the living room.

He pulled out a chair and sat down on the main seat, the impatience and anger on his face had subsided. But the sharpness between the eyebrows still exists, and it is innate.

Rong Qian drank the last mouthful of porridge in the bowl, then took out a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth, got up and was about to leave.

The man's cold voice came from behind him: "Change your clothes and send you to the gym." ”

Rong Qian's steps paused slightly, she looked down at the clothes on her body, usually the chestnut phone call came on time at half past seven, she thought that she didn't need to go if she didn't call today......

In fact, the fluke psychology is not useful at all here in Mo Zun!

Rong Qian didn't say anything, she left the restaurant and went upstairs to change clothes.

Mo Zun looked at the place where her figure disappeared, his brows furrowed, and the depths of his eyes were dim.

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Along the way, the car drove smoothly to the destination.

Rong Qian turned his head and quietly looked at the rows of backwards outside the window, and Mo Zun next to him leaned on the back of the sofa chair and closed his eyes to recuperate, none of them had the intention of speaking.

But just this quietness, the hands that are shallow on the legs, the palms are sweaty and greasy.

The calm on her face was just a façade, and she felt that even her breathing was strained when he was there.

I don't know what I'm afraid of?!

The car stopped at the South Ring Road, not far from the gym, and Rong Qian didn't let the driver drop her off at the place, where she got off.

When he turned around, he wanted to say something to Mo Zun, but his eyes were closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Rong Qian didn't say anything, she closed the car door and stepped back, watching the Maybach disappear into the traffic, turning around and about to leave, a surprised voice came from behind her, calling her name.

"Shallow. ”

Rong Qian turned around, and the position where the driver stopped just now was occupied by the big red car.

The car door opened, and Lu Jieran stepped on high heels and got off it, her wavy hair hung down on her shoulder armor, and her makeup was gorgeous and beautiful.

"Rong Qian, it's really you. Lu Jieran looked at her, her eyes lit up, and she walked towards her, "Where are you going?"

Rong Qian's brows were tightly twisted, she didn't remember how long it was last time, if she hadn't met here again, Rong Qian thought - she would have forgotten this person in her memory.

She raised her hand to brush a strand of hair from her ear, but did not speak.

Lu Jieran laughed instead, and she said, "There just happens to be a café nearby, why don't we go and sit down?"

"I made an appointment with a coach to work out, and the time was almost up. Rong Qian politely refused, since the last time they separated, she didn't think they still had the affection to sit down.

"Is it the Westburg Club?" Lu Jieran was obviously very familiar with this place, and she immediately said, "I just happened to be a member, so let's go together." ”

Rong Qian raised her head, she looked at the strange woman with heavy makeup in front of her, and she couldn't play the twists and turns when talking to people.

said directly, "I think what I said last time has been very clear, there is not much point in getting together again, it is good to get together and disperse, and it can also leave a good impression on each other." ”

Lu Jieran's smile was a little stiff on her face, and her eyes were scratched with injuries, "Rong Qian, I know you care that I stole your paintings, I've been thinking a lot lately, I was wrong, I will definitely find a way to make up for your ......"

"No need. Rong Qian took out her mobile phone and looked at the time, and then looked up, she said without any room for turn, "There is no point in saying this, just like you used my paintings to make a name for yourself!"

After speaking, Rong Qian didn't stop and turned to leave.

Rong Qian is not the Virgin, Lu Jieran lived so hard in the past, and finally turned over inadvertently through her paintings, she should forgive and counteract...... Because Lu Jieran is not easy!

But who knows what that painting meant to her?

The vehicles on the road were noisy and noisy, pedestrians were bustling, and Lu Jieran's voice called her behind her, and she couldn't hear what she said.

Rong Qian thought that she was very satisfied with her current life, even if she had no relatives and no friends......

Safe and comfortable, that's what she wants.

Her heart is really not greedy, all she wants is a place where she can be accommodated.

A peaceful life is already good.

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Today, Xiaomin asked for leave to rest, and Coach Tong personally taught Rong Qian.

probably knows her identity, even if she is not used to being delicate and handing over people to others to teach, Coach Tong can turn a blind eye.

But today he personally tested the depth of Rong Qian, the strength that even he couldn't pull with one arm, Coach Tong's brows twitched fiercely.

It may be that there has never been such a painful student under his hands, and there is a grievance that can't be vented for anger-

Coach Tong turned around to look at Rong Qian, who obediently lowered his head and put his hands behind his back.

She obviously felt Coach Tong's anger, but in the end, Coach Tong only said in a rough voice: "Lift weights!" ”

Leaving such a sentence, Coach Tong left the training room directly.

After a while, a male disciple came to lead Rong Qian to the front hall.

The other party pointed out to her the minimum weight of the barbell, ten kilograms, and asked her to train her arm strength first.

The grappling technique is mastered, but there is no strength in the hand, and it is useless to encounter gangsters.

Rong Qian stood in place, listening to the male disciple introduce her to the matters that need attention, and Coach Tong, who was chatting with people in the distance, kept looking this way.

Rong Qian felt that he probably couldn't hide this time, and the right hand hanging in the air still existed in his heart.

Without exerting force, she was already feeling the pain.

After the disciple finished speaking, he called, "Miss Rong?"

Rong Qian raised his head, and the male disciple said, "Try it!"

Rong Qian could only step forward with a hard head, she couldn't refuse the gaze of others, and bent down to hold the lever with both hands.

Rong Qian lifted it up vigorously, ten kilograms is actually not heavy, go to the supermarket to buy some random things, and carry it in his hand is enough to carry about twenty pounds.

It's just that under the command of the other party, when he raised it, there was a sudden tingling pain in his wrist, and Rong Qian subconsciously let go.

The barbell falls from the air with a dull sound.

Rong Qian's face was pale and she took a step back, her left hand covered her right wrist, this pain was not a psychological shadow.

Cold sweat quickly oozed from her forehead.

"Are you alright?" the male disciple immediately approached her and asked.

Rong Qian shook his head.

Coach Tong rushed over in time, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Rong Qian subconsciously straightened his spine and put his hands behind his back.

She restrained her painful expression and explained the gaffe just now: "-It's okay, I haven't taken anything so heavy yet." ”

The corners of Coach Tong's mouth twitched, the disgust in his eyes was undisguised, and he was very irritab, "If you can't hold the barbell, just take the dumbbell." ”

He didn't forget the explanation of the person on the phone, and he was in a hurry for the New Year, and he had to see the results that the other party wanted within a month.

But this aunt's virtue can't even pull his hand behind him, what effect will he show to others when the time comes?

Coach Tong left, and Rong Qian pursed his lips.

The man did not leave, but looked at her apologetically and supervised.

"Xiao Liu, this is my friend, you go get busy first, I'll talk to her. A pleasant female voice suddenly interjected.

Xiao Liu turned around and saw the person coming, and hesitated, "This ......"

"It's okay, you can see it here when you're busy over there. Lu Jieran was obviously a frequent visitor here, and in a few words, she sent away the disciple who supervised Rong Qian.

After the man left, Lu Jieran came to Rong Qian.

Rong Qian ignored her, and she bent over to try to lift the barbell again.

But halfway through, his right hand lost strength.

The barbell almost fell, but Lu Jieran quickly helped her.

A normal person can pick up twenty catties of things with one hand, and Lu Jieran was a little surprised by her shallow strength.

But the next moment she found the problem, it was not that Rong Qian was weakened to such an extent that she couldn't even lift twenty kilograms of things, but her right hand.

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