。 Xiang's mother looked at Lei Ming at a loss, then looked at Qian Xiaomo, and whispered, "Miss Qian, this ......"

"In a moment, you'll send these up." Money, already sitting down at the table.

"But, young master, he ......"

Qian Xiaomo took a bite of the sandwich, "Unless they have the ability to distinguish clearly, who knows who made it?" ”

Xiang's mother was stunned, pursed her lips and smiled, and answered "Okay".

Qian Xiaomo took another bite of the big sandwich, wiped the tomato sauce at the corner of her mouth with her fingers, and said to herself: "Waste of food? Hmph, who's wasting food? Hum! ”

Half an hour later, Qian Xiaomo finished breakfast, and Xiang's mother counted that the time was about the same, and then she brought the tray to Lei Ming.

Qian Xiaomo cleaned up the dining table, and halfway through it, the landline of the villa suddenly rang.

Who will call the villa's landline when they have nothing to do?

Qian Xiaomo was a little puzzled, but she still trotted to the living room, sat on the sofa and connected the phone.

"Hey ......"

"Mob? I've been calling you, why don't you answer? ”

Li Qianya's voice in the earpiece was more anxious than Qian Xiaomo, and she remembered that her mobile phone was broken in the elevator yesterday.

Qian Dao: "So, you found it, right?" Know the identity of the man who survived the explosion and fire in the mansion? Who is he? Is it Lian Ronglin, or Jian Nian? ”

The wind gently brushed Qian Xiaomo's cheeks, and the mountain breeze mixed with snow was refreshing even indoors.

Qian Xiaomo's eyelashes trembled, her eyes widened, her body fell soft on the sofa, and the earpiece in her hand fell to the side with a "bang". Li Qianya's voice kept shouting Qian Xiaomo's name inside, but her expression was sad, her eyes were dull, there was no color at all, the corners of her lips were unconsciously tightly pursed, and the whole person stared at her in front of her blankly, but it was a hollow without any focus.

Xiang's mother came down with the tray and smiled happily: "Young master, they really didn't tell the difference...... Miss Qian? ”

Seeing that Qian Xiaomo didn't react at all, Xiang's mother hurriedly stepped forward to put down the tray, only to see that Qian Xiaomo's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and her eyes didn't blink, like a wooden man. Xiang's mother was frightened, and hurriedly wiped the sweat on Qian Xiaomo's forehead with a tissue, kept calling her name and pushing her, but Qian Xiaomo didn't react at all.

In the study, Lei Ming looked at the half-eaten sandwich in front of him, holding the earpiece of the extension in his right hand. In the extension, it was still Li Qianya's voice calling Qian Xiaomo, and between Lei Ming's lips and teeth, there was still a familiar taste, and Lei Ming ate it when he took the first bite of the sandwich.

Lei Ming was silent, and heard their call clearly.

Qian Xiaomo still knows now, this is the cruelty of surviving.

All the suffering is to be borne by the living.

So, Qian Xiaomo, still cares so much about that person?

This book is from /book/htl

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