Long Moxuan parked the car at the door, jumped out of the car with a smile, and ran towards the house. Ignoring Arnold calling him behind him, while going upstairs, he shouted: "Yurou, I'll come back and pull!"

Long Moxuan laughed and ran upstairs, stretched out his arms, and said with a low smile: "Yurou, I'...... Hey, what about people?"

Long Moxuan searched all over his room, but he didn't see Leng Yurou. But I saw the album spread out on the big bed. He walked over, and on the page of the album, he and Ling Xuewei were squinting at the camera and smiling.

Long Moxuan stood quietly in front of the bed for a while, picked up the album, and stroked the person in the photo. After a while, he quietly closed the album and gently placed it on the bedside table. Then he turned around and went to the bathroom, but he still didn't find Leng Yurou's shadow. He went to Leng Yurou's room again to take a look, but there was no one. He turned around and went downstairs, and asked Arnold with an unkind face, "Where is Leng Yurou?"

Arnold explained: "Young Master, I wanted to tell you just now that Miss Leng went to the garden. ”

"Did she go on her own?"

Arnold nodded, and just wanted to say something but was interrupted by Long Moxuan, he blushed and said angrily: "Don't you know that her foot is injured? Didn't I tell you to take good care of her when I left? If something happens to her, I will only ask you!"

"Young Master, I'm ......"

Arnold also wanted to explain that Long Moxuan had already blushed and left with an unkind face.

Arnold looked at Long Moxuan's back as he walked towards the garden, and muttered to himself: "It's over, the young master's stinky temper has flare up again! I don't know who provoked him again this time, it seems that there will be another storm!"

Long Moxuan put his hands in his trouser pockets, walked towards the garden calmly with his slender legs. His eyes were fixed on the woman standing under the acacia tree.

Leng Yurou still looked up at the sky, the vast sky, the silent white clouds flickered away, but she still couldn't calm her heart.

"Cold Rain!"

Suddenly, the man's low, hoarse voice interrupted her chaotic thoughts. Leng Yurou followed the prestige, and saw that not far away, on the grass, Long Moxuan was bathing in the sun, walking slowly towards him.

Seeing him, Leng Yurou's heart, which was chaotic and noisy a moment ago, suddenly calmed down so peacefully in an instant, as if all grievances did not exist. She grinned: "Mo Xuan, you're back!"

Long Moxuan didn't smile, he walked towards the acacia tree with an expressionless face, and asked with a cold face and without the slightest emotion in his voice: "Leng Yurou, why don't you look through my photo album without my consent?" These personal belongings and past feelings are still his forbidden place. Although Long Moxuan planned to marry Leng Yurou, he was not ready to open his heart to her and explain his past relationship experience to her.

Leng Yurou was stunned. She thought that Long Moxuan would be very happy to see her, but with Long Moxuan's words, her heart sank with a heavy heart.

Slowly, it fell, and it fell into the bottomless starry sky......

Then, with a "bang", the heart fell on the solid ground, and the fall was very painful, very painful.

Is he blaming himself for not looking through his photo album privately? Is he blaming himself for moving things that he can't touch? Leng Yurou's heart was filled with gloom, and her voice became as cold as iron: "Long Moxuan, you really can't forget that Ling Xuewei?"

Long Moxuan's deep eyes sank again, he raised his eyebrows, and asked indifferently, "Xue Wei, who told you her name?"

Xue Wei ...... He's so intimate. Leng Yurou felt a chill in her heart, smiled desolately, and asked rhetorically, "What, am I not worthy of calling her name?"

Long Moxuan was silent for a while before he said, "Your foot is injured and you can't stand here all the time, I'll help you back to your room first." With that, he took a step forward towards Leng Yurou.

"No need!" Leng Yurou took a step back, leaned on the big tree, and coldly refused: "Long Moxuan, I thank you for your concern and kindness! My foot injury is my business, it has nothing to do with you, I have my own measure!"

Long Moxuan knew that Leng Yurou had misunderstood him, but he didn't know how to explain it. Can you tell her that she has a deep relationship with Ling Xuewei for five years, and she hasn't forgotten Ling Xuewei, but she is learning to give up gradually? Long Moxuan said helplessly: "Yurou, that's just some photos......

"It's just a photo?" Leng Yurou sneered and asked, "Since it's already a photo, why don't you burn it?"

"What?!" When Long Moxuan heard this, his face changed instantly.

His face changed, and Leng Yurou's heart also froze. I felt that the previous tenderness and sweetness were all fake, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "Long Moxuan, are you reluctant? You are reluctant to burn those photos, you are reluctant to forget the good times you have together, you are reluctant to let go of her...... Mo Xuan, in that case, why did you come to approach me, why did you touch me?"

"Yurou...... Not what you think. I'm not nostalgic for the past...... It's just that, after all, those photos once recorded my love for her, and they are also part of the mark of my youth......" Long Moxuan frowned, how could he explain to Leng Yurou, he was just reluctant to forget himself in those times, and this had nothing to do with Ling Xuewei.

"Hu......h? I don't know what memory you're talking about, I guess you just can't forget her...... It doesn't matter, Long Moxuan, you have been in love for so many years, and what about me? What am I? I am Leng Yurou, just a woman you have known for a short time, we have had a few XX relationships, for you, there must be many women like me, right? You don't have to care about me, don't worry about my feelings, really ......" Leng Yurou said, suddenly her nose was sore, and the tears that had been suppressed for a long time finally flowed disobediently at this moment.

Leng Yurou immediately turned around, not wanting Long Moxuan to see her tears, and said angrily: "Long Moxuan, please don't come to me again! I just didn't hear what you said about getting married before!"

"Yurou, Yurou......" Long Moxuan stretched out his hand to stop her, but looking at Leng Yurou's resolute appearance, he flinched again. This woman's temperament is too cold and stubborn. I can't allow myself to have a trace of my past. However, after all, the fact that he and Ling Xuewei fell in love cannot be erased. And those that have passed, become history. He must respect his history.

How can a woman know him thoroughly if she can't respect his history, let alone fall in love with him!

Long Moxuan smiled bitterly, lowered his head, and looked at the acacia tree.

He walked to the position where Leng Yurou was leaning on before, and at a glance he caught a glimpse of the words on the trunk: Long Moxuan will always love Ling Xuewei!

So that's it!

It turned out that she knew Xue Wei's name because of this line of words...... Long Moxuan's eyebrows jumped, and he immediately pulled out his legs to chase Leng Yurou.