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"Okay, goodbye." Xiao Tianqin hung up the phone after speaking, and didn't wait for a second, as if that would make him weak.

Putting away his phone, he strode out of the room without looking back, as if he was running away from something.

On the other side, on a small yacht in the Mediterranean, Gao Yulan still said 'thank you' to the cold microphone, even if the phone had been hung up, she still said it.

The icy sea breeze blew, bringing a bitter salty taste, Gao Yulan put away the phone and looked at the sea in a daze.

For many years, a person has been wandering outside, wandering all over the world, but he still can't heal the wounds in his heart.

She remembered a bad movie she had watched, although she couldn't remember the plot or anything for a long time, but there was a line in it, which she still remembers deeply-

Who hasn't fallen in love with a half-asshole when they're young?

But now that she thinks about it, Gao Yulan also knows that she can't complain about Xiao Tianqin, because they knew very well to each other at that time that this was originally a political marriage, but she fell in love with this damn cold-blooded bastard.

She didn't know why she fell in love with him, but she did, and she didn't feel any shame in loving someone, but it was just wishful thinking after all.

Gao Yulan suddenly felt so cold, maybe the sea breeze was too strong, she thought, turned around and walked into the cabin, while opening the laptop, waiting for Xiao Tianqin's email, she shrank into the sofa, and flipped out a book she had been reading recently.

She loves to read, and for a loner who has been wandering in a foreign land for many years, books are the best soul mate and the only spiritual harbor.

I remember that when I went abroad, I only brought a few books with me except for a broken heart, but now I have forgotten the names of those books.

Maybe I'm not reading books, but loneliness, Gao Yulan laughed at herself, she is at this age, but she still likes to be sad like a young woman who moans without illness, and she is really hopeless.

But in fact, she knows very well in her heart that she may have really moaned without illness when she was young, but now, there is a kind of sadness in her bones.

The 'sorrow' of the female Wenqing is to be posted on the circle of friends or Facebook for people to see, but her sorrow does not have any audience, and there is no need for an audience, because there is nothing to flaunt.

Hey, damn xiao tianqin, broke my dead and peaceful life again, gao yulan shook her head self-deprecatingly, glanced at the computer screen, there was no movement in the mailbox, and it was also on the phone.

Then look first, quiet time is running out, she thought, got up and made a cup of black tea, then retracted back to the couch and began to flip through the book.

The book is in English, and Gao Yulan feels that the only thing worth boasting about may be her talent in language, she has traveled overseas for many years, and is now proficient in English, French, German, Russian and other Chinese.

If you include the languages that are capable of daily communication, I am afraid that the number has already reached double digits.

But what's the use of this, she is alone, she has no friends to communicate with, and she doesn't need to worry about her livelihood, she laughed self-deprecatingly, and found that her mood was extremely low, and she was far less negative than she is now.

Gao Yulan took a sip of hot black tea and forced her attention to focus on the pages of the book, not to think nonsense.

She bought the book at a second-hand bookstore last week while wandering around Corsica, the home of Emperor Napoleon, when she bought two bags of books.

This is also her only hobby and habit, every time before going to sea, she buys a bunch of books that she has not read, all by looking at the title or author, and even by looking at the cover, which is like an unexpected encounter, and then throws it away as you like.

This time, however, her luck didn't seem to be good, and out of the two bags of books, only this one, titled "11/22/63", has survived to this day, because the other books did not entice her to read at all, and most of them only read for five minutes, which was enough for her to pronounce the death sentence.

Good books are hard to come by, just as most people are boring, so are books.

I've lived for half my life, and I've met as many books as people I've met, but there aren't many good books that I can really read in one sitting.

As for the 'good people' who can spend their lives with themselves, there is no one, and the only half of them is still a ruthless bastard, which is really sad in life.

Gao Yulan found that she began to think crankily again, shook her hair in annoyance, poured a big sip of hot tea again, and read intently.

The author is Stephen-King, also known as Stephen King, who has read a lot of his books, and most of them will attract her to read them, and this time is no exception.

The story is very suspenseful, Gao Yulan has already read half of it, and she is so attracted that she can't stop reading it, and even read it at night, if it weren't for Xiao Tianqin's sudden phone call, I'm afraid she would still be immersed in this book at this time.

But now, no matter how much she forced herself to concentrate, she couldn't read as seriously as before.

The English letters in front of her seemed to have become unrecognizable, and even disgusted her like a bunch of flies.

Syllable!

Gao Yulan tried for a few minutes, but finally reluctantly threw the book back in place, and even forgot to clip the bookmark back.

Her mind is no longer on the story in the book at all, her mind is full of old stories and endless guilt for her daughter.

"I've never been a good mother, I only care about escaping myself, but I haven't sheltered Yating from the wind and rain, knowing that Xiao Tianqin is a cold and selfish bastard, but I still give up Yating's custody."

She held her head in her hands and murmured bitterly: "Now that Yating is an adult, she has the right to pursue the life she wants to live, I should go back to help her, it can be regarded as my own salvation, but ...... But do I really want to do that? ”

Bite!

The mobile phone sent out a prompt, Gao Yulan hurriedly looked at the screen, it was an email from Xiao Tianqin.

She didn't think much about it, opened the email, and began to browse through the information inside.

Although the information sent by Xiao Tianqin is not exhaustive, there are still basic things, and there is a more detailed introduction to the key person, Yang Hao.

Of course, according to what is written above, Yang Hao is a complete little white face, a big liar, and a shameless person who abducts an ignorant girl, anyway, it is not a good thing, and he is not wronged if he is shot ten times.

But there should be a mastermind behind him above, Xiao Tianqin is sure of this, and he is still trying his best to track it down.

After reading this information, Gao Yulan was a little curious about this 'Yang Hao', although she rarely communicated with Xiao Yating, but she knew that her daughter had the shadow of her youth - the shadow of romance.

Or ...... Moths to the fire, she thought, her heart full of bitterness.

The eldest princess said

Thanks to Wang Xiang for the reward.