In the early spring afternoon, Zitong collapsed on the rocking chair and stretched.

The sunlight pours into the green botanical garden, and the purple drunken butterfly flowers next to it bloom into a patch, and the years are quiet.

But suddenly, not far away, the babies cried in unison, breaking the quiet and beautiful afternoon.

walked to the cradle, bent down to look at the two troublesome "battle results", and Zitong instructed the nurse who was guarding to clean up. But the two of them took chicken feathers as arrows, carefully obeyed Canghai's "will", and refused to carry out Zitong's request.

No way.

Zitong had no choice but to change the diapers of Xiao Xi and Xiao Ha under the guidance of the nurse.

As soon as he grinned and threw the stinking diaper behind him, the servant stepped forward and said, "Madam, your guest is here." ”

His spirit was shocked, and he hurriedly beckoned: "Hurry up and invite her in." ”

After a while, a voice sounded at the door: "Stinky girl!" Also know to come back! ”

"Haha, I miss you, of course I want to come back." Zitong smiled and opened her arms and hugged Ling'er warmly.

As soon as they quarreled, the two troublesome spirits in the cradle cried together.

"Oh yo yo," let go of Zitong, Ling'er walked to the cradle and hugged Xiao Xi, "I thought you went to the sweet world of two people, it turned out that you were hiding to have a child, lord?" ”

Zitong touched her nose and coughed dryly: "No, cough, we picked it up on the road, the child's parents died." Ahem, Canghai brought these two children to me to raise. ”

"That's right." Ling'er looked down at Xiao Ha in the cradle again, "Oh, this kid has purple eyes, like you, hey, it's so beautiful." ”

Zitong explained: "Their biological mother is Polish and also has purple eyes. Black-eyed Xiao Xi is an older sister. The purple-eyed Bai Xiaoha is the younger brother. ”

"Look at your name, it's ugly."

"It's a nickname."

Ling'er suddenly blinked her eyes slyly: "Stinky girl, tonight we recruited a group of new beautiful men in our "Bright Xuan", all of which were personally selected by me. Would you like to check it out? ”

Bright Xuan Xuan is a high-end club opened by Zitong and Ling'er, Zitong invests in it, Ling'er is responsible for management, and the projects inside are of course those Zitong's favorite things. So hearing her say that, my heart itches.

From returning from the underworld to Zitong's thirtieth birthday, Canghai has not left her for a day. It wasn't until Zitong's thirtieth birthday not long ago that he began to occasionally go to other places to deal with some affairs. After a few years of not gambling and drinking, Zitong couldn't stand it anymore.

Zitong coughed dryly again: "Cough, you can't seduce me like this, I've changed my ways." ”

Ling'er squeezed her eyes: "Who asked you to play, it was for you to check the work." You haven't been here since the clubhouse opened. ”

That's right, she is the big boss of Bright Xuan, and she should care about everything about Bright Xuan.

Besides, she opened Bright Xuan to make money to support Aiwan.

Aiwan is now studying in secondary school in the UK, and Zitong wants to send her to several world-famous universities in the future. She is not allowed to spend tuition fees at any school, and she is not allowed to buy a house near the school, buy jewelry, hire someone to hire a housekeeper. I have to save some self for her, whether she is a demon or a demon, as long as she lives in the world, she can't live without money.

But Canghai abacus is fine, according to the standard of human girls, 63,867,547 yuan and eight cents are allocated to Zitong for Aiwan's education expenses, and it is not okay to give one more point if it exceeds this standard, and Zitong has no face to reach out to him. To earn enough money for Aiwan to spend, she has to work hard.

Zitong found an excuse, and her blood boiled all at once. Chong Ling'er made a look: "Let's go, check the work." ”

Putting Xiao Xi back in the cradle, Ling'er raised her eyebrows: "Okay, let's go." ”

Seeing that something was wrong, the nurse on the side hurriedly persuaded: "Mr. said, if you sneak out......

Without waiting for her to finish, Zitong patted her on the shoulder: "Don't worry, he just said it, you can't leave me to you." ”

"But ......"

Where is in the mood to listen to her nonsense, Zitong turned around and pulled Ling'er and ran.

This game was hearty, but after all, I hadn't played crazy for a long time, and I was too tired after a few hours. So Zitong planned to go back.

Drank too much alcohol and had a dry mouth along the way.

It was very late at night, there was not even a pedestrian on the road, and a dim street lamp was lit up weakly.

Zitong squatted on the side of the road and vomited for a long time, but she didn't vomit anything, she only felt dizzy.

Suddenly, a hand touched her back and rubbed it gently. The slightest cool breath seeped into the body, and the uncomfortable feeling was suddenly alleviated a lot. Looking up in a daze, he saw a familiar face.

"Why do you still drink? In the past, you drank because you were depressed, but now you drink alcohol only to say that you are not self-disciplined. Smiling brightly, Feng Jiu said.

Grabbing his hand, Zitong looked at his face stupidly and burped: "Uh, I'm sorry." ”

He blinked: "Xiao Pingfan, you are a mother, drink less in the future." ”

Hearing him talk about Xiaoxi and Xiaoha, Zitong's spirit suddenly came up. Standing up and dancing, he said, "Yes, I told you that I became a mother, and I ......"

Reaching out and pressing Zitong's lips, the cool fingertips made her calm down again: "Zitong, I'm here to say goodbye to you." ”

"Huh?"

"I found a way out." The corners of his mouth curled into a beautiful amplitude, "Wandering alone, I can't hold on any longer." ”

"What's the way out?" Zitong was puzzled.

"Can I have the opportunity to continue to accompany Xiaoxue on the way out, do you think this road is good?"

There was a confusion in his head, but Zitong knew that such a way out was a good way out, so he nodded: "Okay." ”

"Now I'm going to do you one last favor." After speaking, he took Zitong's hand and walked forward.

After walking for a while, I arrived at ...... Forget the attic downstairs. When I looked up, the bright yellow light on the upper floor overflowed, illuminating people's hearts warmly.

Feng Jiu pulled Zitong upstairs and said to her, "He's back, you go up to see him and decide which path you really want to take." ”

Who's back?

The drunken head couldn't figure it out for a while, and Zi Tong walked to the door of the Forgetful Pavilion in a daze.

Pushing Zitong to the door, Feng Jiu pressed her shoulder, lowered his head and said in her ear: "Xiao Pingfan, go in, I'm leaving." We still have fate, our fate is my way out, and we will meet again in this life. Drink less alcohol in the future, how can people who are mothers get drunk and smoked every day? ”

With a sour nose, Zitong realized something and quickly turned around. There was nothing behind her, and she stumbled back into the Forgetful Pavilion because she turned around too hard.

There was a person sitting behind the counter, looking up and greeting: "Welcome......" Seeing that it was Zitong halfway through, he quickly plunged his head into the counter and pretended to look for something.

Seeing him, Zitong was stunned, and most of the alcohol immediately retreated. Walked over and patted the counter: "Yimeng, why are you here?" ”

Canghai obviously asked him to accompany Aiwan in the UK, and as Aiwan's mentor, how could he work in the Forgetful Pavilion?

"Aiwan, take a vacation, come back, and work. Now, she, work, work, went to work. He muffled.

Work? She just sent a sum of money to Aiwan, so that she could have a good time over there, make friends with some future elites of mankind, and bubble up some handsome human guys, Yimeng actually took her to work in the Forgetful Pavilion?! Does Canghai also know?

Rubbing his temples, which were swollen by alcohol, Zi Tong recalled the dreamlike encounter with Feng Jiu just now, settled down, and asked, "Where is Boss Qin?" ”

"Boss Qin...... ...... on a business trip, "Yi Meng is like an ostrich, refusing to get his body out of the counter."

Ignoring this little stammer, Zitong went straight into the living area of the Forgetful Pavilion.

In the original empty room, there was a white princess bed, and the room was full of knick-knacks that Zitong had collected for Aiwan all over the world in the past few years. It's Aiwan's room, and I don't know how long Aiwan has been hiding from her back to China.

No one was found, Zitong went downstairs in frustration and habitually went back to his previous room.

Collapsed on the four-legged bed, and wanted to sleep in a daze. But when I glanced at the wardrobe, I saw a piece of fabric exposed on the wardrobe door, which was Mingyue's vest full of holes, which was hurriedly stuffed in.

Zitong walked over and opened the closet, where there were a few pieces of her clothes hanging inside.

There is a picture frame on the dress, and a picture is embedded in the frame. It's a long time, and it's dark yellow.

In the photo, Zitong, who is wearing a blue and white cheongsam, puts her arms around Mingyue's neck and touches his side face, and the two are smiling happily, with a group of swollen refugees in the background.

When He Mingyue fled, they met a British journalist on the way. At Zitong's request, the reporter made up a wedding photo for Zitong and Mingyue, which was also the only photo of her and Mingyue. Later, before the photo was developed, they were separated from the reporter, and Zitong forgot about this stubble. I don't know where Mingyue got this photo back.

Zitong returned to the bed with the photo, suddenly had a sour nose, and hurriedly pinched it with her hand so that the tears did not roll down.

She waited silently, waiting for the person hiding in the shadows not far away to come out step by step.

But after sitting for a while, Zitong felt funny again.

Didn't the decision have been made a long time ago, so what's the point of meeting?

She took out the sticky notes on the bedside table and left a sentence to stick on the bedside: I believe you love me, and I will not come near you again.

A novel full of intrigue has a beginning and does not necessarily lead to a dark process and an end, but not being dark does not mean being complete.

Zitong knew that he was in love with him, so much so that he tried to get her to beat Minghui and give up saving Aiwan.

But this love is not enough for Zitong to be with him.

Not only because of his identity and his advice, but also because there will always be a woman in front of Zitong in his heart. Zitong couldn't accept that she was in second place, and she didn't have to negotiate, which was a woman's pride.

In turn, in Zitong's heart, he also ranked him in second place, and he couldn't compromise.

Zitong didn't care what he thought, he didn't have to discuss, he couldn't settle, this was her choice.

When you see each other, you don't miss it.

Zitong put down the pen, went out to pick up Yimeng, who was still pretending to be an ostrich, and told him to send Aiwan back to England to go to school when the time came. She left the Forgetfulness Pavilion and returned home.

As soon as she entered the door, the nurse quietly told her a terrible news that Canghai had gone home early and was coaxing the child to sleep.

No matter how big the wine is, he was frightened when he heard the word "Canghai", and he was scared, tiptoed to the door of the baby's room, pushed open a crack and looked inside.

Canghai sat in front of the two cradles and rocked the cradles intently. Soft hair hangs down on the forehead. Dressed in a wide white cotton loungewear, with a looming sturdy line, the gentleness of an angel and the majesty of a man are perfectly combined in him alone.

Zitong's heart pounded.

Suddenly, I felt that I had wasted too much time tonight, the most charming man in the world was in her own house, and she was alone, why did she go out and hang out?

Zitong walked in and hugged his tight waist from behind. Half enjoying and half flattering rubbing his hard abs: "Boss......"

He lowered his voice and didn't look back: "I can't see my mother, Xiao Xi and Xiao Ha cried all afternoon, rolling away with the demonic smell of wine on your body." ”

Knowing that he was wrong, Zitong walked out of the house in a daze.

I first went to the shower to induce vomiting, and then changed into new pajamas and went to the bedroom.

Thirty is like a wolf and forty is like a tiger, as long as he feeds his big tiger, nothing matters.

But there was no one in the bedroom, and I asked the servant, saying that Canghai was working in the study. It seems that he has made up his mind to have a cold war with Zitong.

In this case, another trick has to be used, Zitong changed into a pure white gauze skirt, painted light makeup, and hugged the guzheng to the balcony outside the study.

The faint moonlight quietly leaked on the earth, causing all living beings to enter the dream fragrance, and the white roses wrapped around the fence exuded a rich sweet fragrance under the moonlight.

Through the floor-to-ceiling glass door, I saw that Canghai was burying his head in correcting documents.

Raise your hand and pull the strings, and the beautiful sound of the piano makes all the noise in the world return to tranquility, and all troubles come to naught.

At the end of the song, Zitong looked back and saw Canghai leaning against the door, looking at her quietly with her arms crossed.

threw a wink at him, pouted and kissed, Zi Tong smiled: "Boss, if you don't see him for a day, it's like every other autumn." ”

The cold face finally couldn't help but melt, and the corners of his mouth raised a bright smile.

In the moonlight, they kissed each other gently. (To be continued.) )