Gao Sen looked embarrassed, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know where Madame is, but I have regular contact with Madame by email. ”

"E-mail?" Rong Haotian was stunned.

Gao Sen nodded, "Yes!"

Rong Haotian was stunned again, and after a few seconds, he became impatient and angry, "Okay! Gao Sen, I'll give you a chance! You explain carefully and carefully to me, when Madame has contacted you, how often has you contacted you, what have you talked about, you must give me everything to say! If you can find Madame, I Rong Haotian will spare you from death!"

Hearing this, Gao Sen knelt on the ground and didn't dare to move, nor did he dare to raise his head, "Old man, Gao Sen didn't dare to tell lies, but he ...... Gao Sen can't guarantee that I'll find Madame, but I'll do my best. ”

He was telling the truth.

Eight years ago, the year after Mrs. Rong left Nancheng, Gao Sen's usual email box suddenly received an email claiming to be from Mrs. Rong, and at first he wondered if someone was playing a prank, but the messages revealed between the lines showed that the person who sent the email was indeed Mrs. Rong.

The content of the email is very brief, nothing more than to understand the situation of the Rong family, of course, it specifically talks about Rong Jue.

It's also difficult for Gao Sen, because he has been staying by the old man's side, since Mrs. Rong left the old mansion, the old man has lived in seclusion in the Royale Valley in France all the year round, and he has to find a way to arrange manpower to grasp everything that happened in Nancheng, and report it to Mrs. Rong.

Gao Sen also wanted to track down Mrs. Rong's whereabouts, but whenever he found a clue and followed the clues to find Mrs. Rong's "address", he would be in vain, and then Mrs. Rong would disappear for several months before contacting Gao Sen again.

After this happened a few times, Mrs. Yung got angry and said that if Gao Sen investigated her whereabouts again, she would no longer have any contact with Gao Sen, and Gao Sen was worried that he would never be able to contact her again, so he dismissed the idea of looking for her whereabouts.

In the following years, Mrs. Rong sent him an email every month or two, and Gao Sen would send Mrs. Rong everything that happened to the Rong family in the form of an email every time, including, of course, the incident that happened a year ago.

Therefore, saving warmth is indeed Mrs. Rong's instruction.

After listening to Gao Sen's confession, Rong Haotian was dumbfounded, and asked in disbelief, "What did you say?

"This ...... Takamori doesn't know much either. ”

Rong Haotian opened his mouth, couldn't say a word for a long time, and was stunned for a long time before he said, "Then when was the last time you contacted Madame?"

Speaking of which, Gao Sen was in trouble, "This ......"

He wanted to speak and stopped, hesitated for a while, and then said, "Since you returned to Nancheng a year ago, Madame has been in contact with me every month, until three months ago, Madame suddenly had no news, I check my mailbox almost every day, and I have sent her many emails, but I have not received any reply from her......"

Speaking of this, Gao Sen's voice couldn't help but weaken, he cautiously raised his eyes to look at Rong Haotian, only to see that his eyes, which were already very sharp and cold, were becoming more and more gloomy, showing signs of rage.

A few seconds later, Rong Haotian pursed his lips for a long time, and finally spoke, but his voice was as cold as ice: "What do you mean - now, even you can't contact her?!"

Gao Sen tightened his teeth and said, "I think Madame should be fine, maybe, she just doesn't want to contact me for the time being, or maybe...... She had other plans and ideas. ”

After listening to Gao Sen's words, Rong Haotian didn't say a word, and angrily raised his crutches and wanted to whip Gao Sen, but after raising his arm in mid-air, he paused again, and for a long time, he didn't fall, as if he was hesitating about something.

After a long time, the crutch was thrown out by him, and he pointed at Gao Sen and roared, "Gao Sen, you go back to me and wait for Madame's news, I will only give you a month, and if you can't contact her in a month, you will pay for your life!"

"Yes, old man!"

Stepping out of the Yazhu Garden, Gao Sen took a long breath, and after returning to his room, he quietly closed the door, turned on the computer, entered the mailbox and clicked on the "Write an email" column, and then typed a few lines -

Madam, I have already prevaricated with the old man, and he will not move for a short time, but he has only given me a month, and if he still can't contact you after a month, he will probably bring up the old matter again, and it seems that you have to hurry.

After sending the email, Takamori turned off his computer and carefully put it away.

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After fainting with warmth, he woke up that night, and although he lay down for several hours, he slept unevenly, and his brain was still groggy, and he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

Suddenly, I heard a "squeak" sound, and someone pushed the door in.

Warm was awakened by this sound, opened her eyes slightly, and saw a dark shadow standing at the door in confusion, and in the distance, two eyes like an abyss fell on her slightly frightened face.

Rong Jue stood there for a long time, until she finally woke up from her confusion, and the frightened look on her face slowly faded, he slowly approached Chuang's side, pulled over the chair and sat down in front of her gently.

Rong, Rongjue?

She wanted to call him, but the voice stuck in her throat, so she could only pull her right hand out of the white quilt and lift it up to reach out to him.

He leaned down, took her hand, pressed his cheek to her palm, closed his eyes and rubbed gently, relying on her warmth like a child.

It took him a long time before he said softly, "Are you better?"

The slightly hoarse voice brought out the poignancy that no one knew, and it was warm to hear and her heart was unbearable, and she shook her head bitterly-

No, it's not good!Rong Jue, I'm not good......

"Do you hate me, hate me for forcing you to make decisions?" he picked up her hand, asked softly, kissing her fingertips, pecking each one, and then biting one by one.

Her heart was sour, tears filled her eyes uncontrollably, and she answered him silently-

You know that I love you, why do you want to marry Russell, and why do you want me to be your bridesmaid in front of everyone, how can you be so ruthless?!

He leaned over, his hot breath lingering on her lips, as if he was eager to seduce her soul, "I just want you to hate me, if you can only force you to stay by my side if you hate me with your heart, remember me with hatred, and give me back with my heart-wrenching thoughts...... I'd rather you hate me. ”

She grabbed his hand helplessly, and looked at him like she begged for mercy—

No, Rong Jue, don't be like this, hate you, the person who hurts the most will only be me......

He still muttered to himself, kissing her lightly on the cheek, "Warm, if you love me, beg me, beg me not to go, beg me not to marry Russell, beg me to be with you forever, and I will let you go." ”

"You ......" was so hoarse in her throat that she was so anxious that she couldn't make a sound, she could only shake her head, tears flowed down her cheeks, but she still couldn't say a word.

In the end, he could only look at him astringently, shaking his head and crying, while he gently rubbed her hair and muttered to her sideburns.

"You don't understand, only when you are like me, love someone to the point of hatred, hate yourself to the point of almost madness, hate to the point that you can't die, only when you have tasted that kind of taste, will you understand how much I love you. ”

"Only when you hate me, when your heart experiences what I have experienced, will you understand how hard I have waited for you in the past year, how much it hurts, how desperate it is......"

A drop of cold and transparent water overflowed from his unblinking starry eyes and slowly dripped into her palm, "Even if thousands of needles pierce my heart together, it can't compare to the tragic wound in my heart after you left...... You know what? If you don't come back, my heart may never be restored in this life. ”

Listening to his hoarse voice shaking her heart, the pain in her chest was so choked that she could barely breathe, she just wanted to take his hand and touch her cheek, wanting to soothe his wounded heart with this action, she was eager to tell him that in fact, she never wanted to hurt him so deeply.

However, the sound seemed to be blocked in the throat, and it was never able to make a sound.

He shook her hand, stood up, attached and reluctant, cold fingertips slipped from her palms and fingers, and said softly, "There are still three days, three more days for you to consider, if you think I am too cruel to force you to breathe, then you can hate me, but my decision will not change, because only in this way can I know how much you love me." ”

After speaking, he slowly pulled away.

She looked at his figure quietly leaving in horror, tears welled up, and her voice finally escaped from her throat, "No, don't, Rong Jue, don't go...... Don't go, Rong Jue...... Wait a minute...... Rong Jue ......"

The oblique moon in the west disappeared into the black clouds, the strange "bang" sound in the silent night, the crisp sound of glass breaking was sharp and frightening, and the warmth was in the suppressed roar, and finally struggled to sit up from the chuang.

In the dark and dreary night, she looked left and right, not knowing where she was, until she felt a pain on the back of her hand, and she suddenly understood that it was her right hand pinned to the needle strap that knocked over the water cup on her head.

It turned out that everything just now was a dream......

However, the images in the dream are so clear, and the touch on the hair, forehead, sideburns, and cheeks is so real that it seems that you can still feel the touch that remains on the skin.

Is it really a dream......

Suddenly, in the silence, I heard a slow, slight creaking sound, as if someone had closed or unlocked the door from the outside.

Wen Wen immediately stared nervously at the back of the door, and blurted out softly, "Is it Rong Jue?"

There was dead silence outside the door.

She pricked up her ears to listen, but there was not a single sound in the darkness.

She remained motionless, staring at the door panel for a long time, and finally she was mentally tired, and sleepiness hit again, she lay back on the chuang, gradually closed her eyes, and unconsciously whispered softly in her mouth: "Rong Jue......"

I don't know how long it passed, the breeze passed through, the door that was originally covered was gently torn open, the light in the corridor cut obliquely through the crack in the door, and the figure standing outside the door carefully held the doorknob, and after the warmth completely sank into sleep, he sighed softly, closed the door, and turned to leave.