The next day, it was the weekend.

It's still early, Qian Xiaomo is still in bed, the snow-white quilt wraps her delicate and lubricated body, the sunshine from the rising sun is as quiet as a river, Lei Ming supports his head with one hand, leans sideways, and stares at her sleeping appearance with affection, as if admiring a carp in the sunshine golden river.

Lei Ming straightened the quilt for her, and Qian Xiaomo was in a daze and woke up at this time.

"Snow Snow ......"

"Zhang's mother took her out for breakfast."

Lei Ming kissed her on the lips, and a hot current immediately surged into his brain, and he forced himself to resist the urge.

"It's still early, and after breakfast, we took Xuexue to the hospital to visit my aunt."

"Hmm."

Qian Xiaomo lay flat on the bed, feeling Lei Ming's soft and hot lips touch her forehead, and then she looked sideways at Lei Ming's back as he got up and left. The door of the master bedroom snapped shut, the wind outside the window gently lifted the floor-to-ceiling curtains, Qian Xiaomo looked at the lush greenery outside the window, and when she heard the word "hospital", she realized that the Lian Ronglin she saw in the hospital last night was not a dream.

She sat up with the quilt in her arms, her bathrobe loose and loose, revealing most of her fragrant shoulders. The red on the fragrant shoulders is the proof of last night's passion. Qian Xiaomo put on her bathrobe, lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed when her mobile phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.

Who would call so early?

Qian Xiaomo glanced at the phone screen suspiciously, it seemed that it really was, afraid of something.

Or, "fate".

In the living room, Lei Ming hugged Xue Xue and coaxed her to eat, and after a few days of getting along, Xue Xue and him were no longer strangers.

Qian Xiaomo walked over, and when she saw Lei Ming laughing on the sofa and her innocent daughter, she couldn't help but smile.

"Miss Qian, you're up..."Mother Zhang noticed her first, "The young master made breakfast for you with his own hands, I'll go and warm it up for you." ”

"No need, Mom Zhang, I'm ...... I'm going out now......"

Lei Ming stood up with Xue Xue in his arms, the smile on his face was gone, and Qian Xiaomo was most afraid of his silence.

His silence was like a knife in her heart...

"Where are you going so early?"

“…… Qianya just called me and I have something to do, but I'll be back soon, and we'll go to the hospital again. ”

Qian Xiaomo said, hurriedly carrying the small bag out of the hallway, for fear that Lei Ming would ask more.

Lei Ming hugged Xuexue to Qian's mother, and when she chased out, Qian Xiaomo had already gotten into the taxi she called.

He frowned gloomily, this feeling made him uneasy, suffering from gains and losses, as if he had returned to the time when Qian Xiaomo deliberately avoided him, and even Lei Ming himself didn't realize when he would be so unconfident.

……

The yellow-green taxi stopped in front of a teahouse club in the city.

This is an antique teahouse, the whole building has been built into the appearance of a classical bell tower, carved beams and painted buildings, and the hostesses who greet guests outside the teahouse are wearing dark purple haute couture Hanfu. Qian Xiaomo paced up, and lost her mind for a moment, as if she had crossed over.

"I'm sorry young lady, but we don't accept walk-ins and non-members."

“……”

Qian Xiaomo has a black line, so she still opens the door to do business? Besides, how do they know they're not members?

Qian Xiaomo glanced at herself wryly, could it be that she was dressed so shabby?

"I ......"

"Is it Miss Qian?"

Qian Xiaomo was about to tell them that she had been invited, but before she could speak, a middle-aged man in a neat suit suddenly walked in the hall. The two hostesses were respectful to him, and they should be at the level of the manager of the club. Qian Xiaomo hurriedly answered, and the manager immediately led Qian Xiaomo in, and the two hostesses didn't dare to say more.

I didn't know how far I had walked with the manager, so Qian Xiaomo stood outside a private room.

The manager knocked on the door, "Miss Qian has arrived." ”

"Come in."

The manager opened the door for Qian Xiaomo, she thanked her and walked in alone.

The manager closed the door behind her, and with a soft "bang", Qian Xiaomo trembled, and suddenly began to regret that she shouldn't have come.

"Miss Qian, long time no see, please take a seat."

“……”

Qian Xiaomo pursed her red lips, and didn't know how to say hello for a while, but sat down on the chair opposite him.

"I heard Rong Xiang say, you already know about Rong Lin."

Old Man Lian slowly raised his head and handed a cup of kung fu tea to Qian Xiaomo.

Qian Xiaomo nodded, she knew that it must be because of this incident, so she had to come.

"Maybe we don't get along well, but after all, I am Ronglin's father, he is my eldest son and the successor of Jinlin Real Estate that I fancie, no matter what I do, it is for his good. Now that something like this has happened to him, I don't want to blame anyone, it should be fate..."

Bad Fate...... Qian Xiaomo's heart trembled, her hands were clenched tightly, and her palms were sticky with cold sweat.

"I really don't want to trouble Miss Qian, but now you are the only one who can do one thing for him."

Qian Xiaomo raised her eyelids suddenly, because of nervousness and guilt, she said with a dry mouth and eagerly, "Can there be a place for me to help?" ”

Even the old man smiled coldly, "Help, it's also to fill your guilty conscience... Miss Qian, Rong Lin's current eyesight is not optimistic, and his condition is deteriorating rapidly, I don't want to investigate the original reason, after all, it is useless...... The top doctors in China are all helpless, I have contacted the most authoritative optometric neurologists in the United States, Rong Lin must go to the United States for treatment, but now the only problem is that he would rather be blind for the rest of his life than leave China and leave ...... You..."

The teacup fell on the tea table with a "bang", and the tea flowed all the way along the corner of the table.

When Qian Xiaomo was about to take a sip of tea to moisten it, before the old man's voice landed, her hand holding the teacup suddenly softened, and she looked at the old man in a daze, not dodging or dodging, letting the tea soak her snow-white skirt.

"Lian Ronglin, he ......"

"You didn't think, and I wouldn't have thought that he would die for you to such a point......"

Even the old man's tone was a little more heavy and helpless, stemming from a father's worry and anxiety about a son. Qian Xiaomo was silent for a while, the old man in front of him lost his former majesty and domineering, and now he is just a father who is sad for his son...

It's just a sad old man who is afraid of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man.

"You may not know these things......"

Even the old man said, pouring all the things in the big pocket beside him on the tea table.

"Rong Lin has had the habit of writing a diary since he was a child, and since he met you, he has written five diaries about you."

Qian Xiaomo lowered her eyelids, her palms stroked the old diaries on the table, and the sourness in her heart was an indescribable pain.

She opened the title page of a diary in her hand, and lines of handsome pen words were engraved into her heart.

...... "I met that girl again at the airport, and suddenly I thought she was very interesting, and I couldn't help but want to look at her twice......"

……“…… She turned out to be Lei Ming's girlfriend... Why would it be his girlfriend? Why ......"

There are also a few horizontal bars drawn to vent under the exclamation mark, and the force is so strong that it draws through the paper.

...... "Central Square, she's feeding stray cats, am I going up?" …… On the bus, she was carrying so many things on her back and giving up her seat for others, and I wanted to press the horn to tell her that I was outside...... She was shopping with her colleague, and I walked over and pretended to be a passerby, but she didn't recognize me, and suddenly felt so bitter in my heart......"

...... "Lei Ming quarreled with her, and I was ecstatic... But seeing her sad look, I couldn't laugh anymore......"

……“…… bar, Lei Ming proposed to her. I was there, trying to rush up, but she was smiling so brightly, she wanted to marry him, and the wine was so bitter tonight... I'm already drunk, why do I remember? The wine that forgets my worries can't make me forget my worries? Oh...... How could she be my sorrow? She's my love......"

The page was crumpled and scribbled, and it was obvious that he was drunk. There are still traces of transparent glue bonding on the paper, and it seems that even Ronglin tore all the pages of the diary to shreds, but after sobering up, he meticulously reassembled and pasted it.

Qian Xiaomo's eyes were red, she couldn't help but cover her red lips with her hands, and tears snapped, falling on the word "love".

She never cared about Lian Ronglin's inner world, and she wishfully thought that being friends with him was the best ending. But now she realizes that she is really cruel... In the realm of love, there should not and cannot be neutrality. To love or not to love, decisively and simply, that's all.

But in the end, she hurt herself, Lei Ming, and Lian Ronglin.

Qian Xiaomo took a deep breath, only to feel that her heart felt like a big hole had leaked and could not be filled.

That hole, there is a name, it is called "self-blame"...

Qian Xiaomo raised her teary eyes and stared at Old Man Lian with a bright gaze, and she had secretly made up her mind in her heart.

"Mr. Lian, you asked me to come today, not just to say this, right? What do you want me to do? ”

"Miss Qian should understand what I want."

"Do you want me to persuade Ronglin to go to the United States for treatment?"

Even the old man smiled lightly, leaned back slightly and leaned back on the back of the chair, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Miss Qian, there is only one way to let Ronglin go to the United States for treatment."

"How?"

Although Qian Xiaomo didn't know the abacus in the old man's heart, a cold air suddenly rose on his back, which was gloomy.

Even the old man paused deeply, and then said slowly: "You, go to the United States with Rong Lin." Regardless of whether his eyes can be cured or not, you must register your marriage with Rong Lin in the United States, and you will not be allowed to return to China in this life and this life..."

What the? Qian Xiaomo's stunned brain went blank, and she trembled...

Even the old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and roared coldly and sharply: "This is what you owe him..."

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