Volume II, Chapter 1: The Castle (1)

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Realizing this, Qiao Weihuan instantly came to his senses. She lifted her hand to pull the visor, and suddenly the man's long finger pressed against her forehead, pressing her back into the chair, and dropping the visor with the gap in it.

Facing the eyes that were obviously crowding him, He Zhengxiao didn't give her a look, and pulled up the blanket with his big hand, covered her, and wrapped the person tightly.

"You're not tired?"

…… Are you tired or not, do you have to ask?

Qiao Weihuan heard that there seemed to be slight footsteps behind her, she thought with her toes, and knew that it was Uncle Zhong who had spicy ears and quietly left.

Looking up again, I saw He Zhengxiao turning over a page of documents with deep eyebrows, and the peak of his nose was a serious and straightforward, as if the person who said that was not him.

Qiao Weihuan pulled down a little blanket and asked him in a dumb voice, "Where are we going?" ā€

"Manchester."

Qiao Weihuan thought about it, but still frowned, "I still have something to do in City B, and I can't go now." The Foundation has just made a start, and there are still a lot of details that have not been knocked. ā€

He Zhengxiao didn't raise his eyes, and glanced at his watch, "It's morning in Manchester, and there are still seven hours left, are you sure you don't sleep now?" ā€

…… Hell-sighted big man.

Qiao Weihuan pursed her lips and stretched out her hand to cover his eyes, "If you don't let me do things, then don't do it." ā€

Her palms were soft and damp, with a little heat that she had just woken up, and she covered them gently and gently.

felt that the man seemed to move his eyes, and his slender eyelashes brushed her palm, and that little tingling made Qiao Weihuan feel as if she was quietly flirting, and her hands were a little unable to hold on.

Just as she was about to retract it, the man pulled down her hand, his lips touched her palm slightly, and his dark eyes turned to her deeply, "Yes." ā€

Qiao Weihuan knew that he must have something to say, so he hurriedly raised his other hand to stop him, "Stop, I didn't think about it-"

Not far away, Uncle Zhong moved his feet with a serious face, and moved away from the cabin, but he could still hear the sound inside.

"Throw yourself into the hug...... You weren't enough last night? ā€

"I threw the discus? You're sitting outside, I'm going to go out and I'm going to pass by you, you're unreasonable......"

"Huanhuan, you don't let me do business affairs, and you don't let me do private things, who is unreasonable, huh?"

"Fallacious reasoning...... You're enough, I'm ...... sour"

Uncle Zhong felt that he should stay farther away, so he had to walk away.

When the plane landed, Qiao Weihuan barely held up his eyes. She wanted to go down by herself, but she was still picked up by the man and carried out of the plane.

It may be the climate, Qiao Weihuan is used to the four distinct seasons of City B, and now when she returns to Manchester, she is a little unsuitable for the city where she has lived for more than ten years.

The air seemed to be full of water vapor, sticky on her skin, making Qiao Weihuan uncomfortable. She tugged at the coat she was wearing and quietly buried her face in the man's broad chest.

The journey from the airport to the car was extremely long, and when he sat in the back compartment, Qiao Weihuan was relieved.

The big hand that locked her waist rubbed it carefully, and He Zhengxiao brushed away a strand of long hair attached to her neck, "There is still a way to go, so continue to sleep if you are sleepy." ā€

Qiao Weihuan leaned on his shoulder, his eyes were half-open, and he shook his head.

The black windows paint the city with a cool glaze, and the grass and trees and dilapidated miscellaneous plants all turn into cold tones.

Manchester, she's back after all.

Halfway through the car, Qiao Weihuan's eyes flashed.

Uncle Zhong drove unhappily, and she swept to see two tall men, talking to a woman. Looking at the woman's appearance, as if she was a little afraid, Qiao Weihuan couldn't help but turn her head, looked at it twice, and sat up abruptly with her, "Uncle Zhong, stop the car." ā€

Uncle Zhong stepped on the brakes very face-saving, Qiao Weihuan put on his coat and hurriedly left a sentence: "I saw a friend, wait for me." ā€

After speaking, he closed the car door, and among the few cars that followed, a few people automatically and spontaneously went down and followed behind Qiao Weihuan.

When Uncle Zhong saw the two men and a woman, he understood something, turned around and asked He Zhengxiao, "Young Master?" ā€

He Zheng put on his gloves elegantly, folded his long legs, and took the previously interrupted document, his eyes slightly lowered.

"Let her go, just take care of it."

She will always meet the old people, pull out the past involvement, and then make it clear little by little.

However, Qiao Weihuan didn't expect that the first old person she met turned out to be Amalia.

At this moment, Amalia was blushing her shoulders and resigned, "I—I don't need it, thank you." ā€

The two men, strictly speaking, were boys, but they were tall among Europeans, and there was no malice on their young faces, but they were full of interest, and handed over the mobile phone in their hands, "It's okay, I just need your number, can you give it to me?" ā€

Amalia shook her head violently, her hands swinging rapidly.

Qiao Weihuan and Amalia have been college roommates for two years, knowing that she is naturally timid, and when she encounters this situation, she is as timid as a rabbit. The key is that she is small and good-looking, and it looks like the kind of itch that makes people want to bully, and the more she refuses, the more the two boys refuse to leave......

It really hasn't changed at all.

Qiao Weihuan bent her dark eyes and called her from afar: "Amalia! ā€

Amalia thought she had heard it wrong, so she didn't look up, so Qiao Weihuan had to shout again.

This time, the little rabbit quickly raised his eyes, and his stunned gaze passed through the two boys and landed on Qiao Weihuan.

With long dark hair, a standard oriental face, and curved eyes, Vivien seems to be talking, and at a glance, she can firmly attract people's eyes.

No, Vivien wouldn't smile at her.

Amalia's heart was beating wildly, and she screamed, "Cecil? ā€

Qiao Wei smiled and passed, and the man in the suit behind him followed, and stood next to the two boys.

The two glanced at each other, touched their noses and left regretfully.

Qiao Weihuan directly hugged Amalia, who was still in a daze, and sighed: "Im back."

When Qiao Weihuan left, Amalia cried and her eyes were red. She knew that as soon as Qiao Weihuan left, it would be impossible to come back. Of course, for Qiao Weihuan's sake, it was best for her not to come back.

After a long absence, Amalia couldn't help but hug Qiao Weihuan's waist, and she shed tears.

"Cecil, it's so nice to see you, I thought you were dead......"

Qiao Weihuan laughed, his eyebrows slightly cold, "Did they say that?" ā€

"Yes, Mrs. Xu said that you died in a car accident, I thought they were secretly ......"

Sweeping the car parked in the distance, Amalia saw the price of the car at a glance, and said in a pause, "Cecil, did you come back alone?" ā€

Qiao Weihuan let go of her, half-turned around to look, and took Amalia's hand, "Let's change places." ā€

Amalia felt a little cold in her hands, she lowered her head, and saw the ancient and brilliant opal on Qiao Weihuan's thin white ring finger.

There is a good thing in foreign countries, that is, Qiao Weihuan doesn't have to hide it too much, the two of them found a nearby bench for people to rest, and whispered a few words, Amalia's mobile phone suddenly rang. She glanced at the number, her lowered face changed subtly, and she answered the phone.

Qiao Weihuan didn't listen deliberately, and swept around, there was a small cart selling hot dogs, and he went over to buy two. When she returned, Amalia had put away her phone. She handed over a hot dog and generously bit off a piece of the hot dog in her hand, "I remember this hot dog was delicious." ā€

"I remember too."

Amalia took it, took a small bite, and flattened her mouth, "It's just that after I moved, I haven't eaten again." ā€

"You've moved? Where do you live now? ā€

"It's a long way from here, and I haven't been here again since."

"What's going on today? Do you work here? ā€

Amalia's face froze, and soon, she nodded: "Yes." ā€

Qiao Weihuan folded her legs and touched the ground gently, "Are you making your favorite cake chef?" I remember back then, you used to complain about choosing the wrong major......"

"yes, what is Cecil doing? You said you wanted to be a scientist, did you succeed? ā€

"Ahem, girly fantasies, usually make yourself feel ashamed, you can forget about it......"

When Qiao Weihuan returned to the car, she felt that the man next to her was pressed down, she was also smiling, biting the hot dog and looking up, "What's wrong?" ā€

A good mood full of bright faces.

He Zhengxiao gently pinched her wrist with his long fingers, pulled away the hot dog that was in the way, and chuckled, "Very happy?" ā€

Qiao Weihuan nodded, "Yes, it's not that I'm afraid of delaying Amalia to work, I'll talk to her all day." ā€

As if she were juggling, she took out a hot dog from her pocket and stuffed it into the man's hand very perfunctorily, with his cold dark gray ......

"I bought it for you, you see how much I miss you."

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ā€

It's just out of the realm.

Over there, Amalia ate all the hot dogs, folded the wrapping paper into squares, put it in her pocket, and slapped it twice. She hurried across the path and walked for a long time to get home.

Amalia took out the key to open the door, and when she entered, she saw a woman standing in front of the sofa.

A tall figure, green eyes, and an inviolable extravagance.

Charlotte crossed her arms around her chest, her delicate chin slightly raised, "What are you thinking about?" ā€

Amalia pressed her head very low, her hands clenched quietly.

"I—I don't want to, I can't do that, I'm sorry!"

Charlotte raised a thin brow, the thin heels of her shoes pressed against the old floor, and the sound was dull and heavy.

"If you don't want to, the first time I see you, you're going to refuse."

Amalia clucked at her fingers.

This sentence pierced the tip of her heart accurately.

She couldn't deny that Charlotte was right. When she first heard it, she was incredulous, and her first thought was "how can this be done", not that she can't.

Charlotte clearly saw the swaying soul of this weak woman, and bent Amalia's slender neck with Leng Czenzen's gaze.

"You don't want to, why would you be there today to let Cecil see you? Now, you say you can't, don't you think you're ridiculous? ā€

The woman in front of her began to tremble, and Charlotte curled the corners of her mouth sneeringly, approaching her step by step, "And, if I'm not mistaken, that man's name is Chris?" ā€

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Realizing this, Qiao Weihuan instantly came to his senses. She lifted her hand to pull the visor, and suddenly the man's long finger pressed against her forehead, pressing her back into the chair, and dropping the visor with the gap in it.

Facing the eyes that were obviously crowding him, He Zhengxiao didn't give her a look, and pulled up the blanket with his big hand, covered her, and wrapped the person tightly.

"You're not tired?"

…… Are you tired or not, do you have to ask?

Qiao Weihuan heard that there seemed to be slight footsteps behind her, she thought with her toes, and knew that it was Uncle Zhong who had spicy ears and quietly left.

Looking up again, I saw He Zhengxiao turning over a page of documents with deep eyebrows, and the peak of his nose was a serious and straightforward, as if the person who said that was not him.

Qiao Weihuan pulled down a little blanket and asked him in a dumb voice, "Where are we going?" ā€

"Manchester."

Qiao Weihuan thought about it, but still frowned, "I still have something to do in City B, and I can't go now." The Foundation has just made a start, and there are still a lot of details that have not been knocked. ā€

He Zhengxiao didn't raise his eyes, and glanced at his watch, "It's morning in Manchester, and there are still seven hours left, are you sure you don't sleep now?" ā€

…… Hell-sighted big man.

Qiao Weihuan pursed her lips and stretched out her hand to cover his eyes, "If you don't let me do things, then don't do it." ā€

Her palms were soft and damp, with a little heat that she had just woken up, and she covered them gently and gently.

felt that the man seemed to move his eyes, and his slender eyelashes brushed her palm, and that little tingling made Qiao Weihuan feel as if she was quietly flirting, and her hands were a little unable to hold on.

Just as she was about to retract it, the man pulled down her hand, his lips touched her palm slightly, and his dark eyes turned to her deeply, "Yes." ā€

Qiao Weihuan knew that he must have something to say, so he hurriedly raised his other hand to stop him, "Stop, I didn't think about it-"

Not far away, Uncle Zhong moved his feet with a serious face, and moved away from the cabin, but he could still hear the sound inside.

"Throw yourself into the hug...... You weren't enough last night? ā€

"I threw the discus? You're sitting outside, I'm going to go out and I'm going to pass by you, you're unreasonable......"

"Huanhuan, you don't let me do business affairs, and you don't let me do private things, who is unreasonable, huh?"

"Fallacious reasoning...... You're enough, I'm ...... sour"

Uncle Zhong felt that he should stay farther away, so he had to walk away.

When the plane landed, Qiao Weihuan barely held up his eyes. She wanted to go down by herself, but she was still picked up by the man and carried out of the plane.

It may be the climate, Qiao Weihuan is used to the four distinct seasons of City B, and now when she returns to Manchester, she is a little unsuitable for the city where she has lived for more than ten years.

The air seemed to be full of water vapor, sticky on her skin, making Qiao Weihuan uncomfortable. She tugged at the coat she was wearing and quietly buried her face in the man's broad chest.

The journey from the airport to the car was extremely long, and when he sat in the back compartment, Qiao Weihuan was relieved.

The big hand that locked her waist rubbed it carefully, and He Zhengxiao brushed away a strand of long hair attached to her neck, "There is still a way to go, so continue to sleep if you are sleepy." ā€

Qiao Weihuan leaned on his shoulder, his eyes were half-open, and he shook his head.

The black windows paint the city with a cool glaze, and the grass and trees and dilapidated miscellaneous plants all turn into cold tones.

Manchester, she's back after all.

Halfway through the car, Qiao Weihuan's eyes flashed.

Uncle Zhong drove unhappily, and she swept to see two tall men, talking to a woman. Looking at the woman's appearance, as if she was a little afraid, Qiao Weihuan couldn't help but turn her head, looked at it twice, and sat up abruptly with her, "Uncle Zhong, stop the car." ā€

Uncle Zhong stepped on the brakes very face-saving, Qiao Weihuan put on his coat and hurriedly left a sentence: "I saw a friend, wait for me." ā€

After speaking, he closed the car door, and among the few cars that followed, a few people automatically and spontaneously went down and followed behind Qiao Weihuan.

When Uncle Zhong saw the two men and a woman, he understood something, turned around and asked He Zhengxiao, "Young Master?" ā€

He Zheng put on his gloves elegantly, folded his long legs, and took the previously interrupted document, his eyes slightly lowered.

"Let her go, just take care of it."

She will always meet the old people, pull out the past involvement, and then make it clear little by little.

However, Qiao Weihuan didn't expect that the first old person she met turned out to be Amalia.

At this moment, Amalia was blushing her shoulders and resigned, "I—I don't need it, thank you." ā€

The two men, strictly speaking, were boys, but they were tall among Europeans, and there was no malice on their young faces, but they were full of interest, and handed over the mobile phone in their hands, "It's okay, I just need your number, can you give it to me?" ā€

Amalia shook her head violently, her hands swinging rapidly.

Qiao Weihuan and Amalia have been college roommates for two years, knowing that she is naturally timid, and when she encounters this situation, she is as timid as a rabbit. The key is that she is small and good-looking, and it looks like the kind of itch that makes people want to bully, and the more she refuses, the more the two boys refuse to leave......

It really hasn't changed at all.

Qiao Weihuan bent her dark eyes and called her from afar: "Amalia! ā€

Amalia thought she had heard it wrong, so she didn't look up, so Qiao Weihuan had to shout again.

This time, the little rabbit quickly raised his eyes, and his stunned gaze passed through the two boys and landed on Qiao Weihuan.

With long dark hair, a standard oriental face, and curved eyes, Vivien seems to be talking, and at a glance, she can firmly attract people's eyes.

No, Vivien wouldn't smile at her.

Amalia's heart was beating wildly, and she screamed, "Cecil? ā€

Qiao Wei smiled and passed, and the man in the suit behind him followed, and stood next to the two boys.

The two glanced at each other, touched their noses and left regretfully.

Qiao Weihuan directly hugged Amalia, who was still in a daze, and sighed: "Im back."

When Qiao Weihuan left, Amalia cried and her eyes were red. She knew that as soon as Qiao Weihuan left, it would be impossible to come back. Of course, for Qiao Weihuan's sake, it was best for her not to come back.

After a long absence, Amalia couldn't help but hug Qiao Weihuan's waist, and she shed tears.

"Cecil, it's so nice to see you, I thought you were dead......"

Qiao Weihuan laughed, his eyebrows slightly cold, "Did they say that?" ā€

"Yes, Mrs. Xu said that you died in a car accident, I thought they were secretly ......"

Sweeping the car parked in the distance, Amalia saw the price of the car at a glance, and said in a pause, "Cecil, did you come back alone?" ā€

Qiao Weihuan let go of her, half-turned around to look, and took Amalia's hand, "Let's change places." ā€

Amalia felt a little cold in her hands, she lowered her head, and saw the ancient and brilliant opal on Qiao Weihuan's thin white ring finger.

There is a good thing in foreign countries, that is, Qiao Weihuan doesn't have to hide it too much, the two of them found a nearby bench for people to rest, and whispered a few words, Amalia's mobile phone suddenly rang. She glanced at the number, her lowered face changed subtly, and she answered the phone.

Qiao Weihuan didn't listen deliberately, and swept around, there was a small cart selling hot dogs, and he went over to buy two. When she returned, Amalia had put away her phone. She handed over a hot dog and generously bit off a piece of the hot dog in her hand, "I remember this hot dog was delicious." ā€

"I remember too."

Amalia took it, took a small bite, and flattened her mouth, "It's just that after I moved, I haven't eaten again." ā€

"You've moved? Where do you live now? ā€

"It's a long way from here, and I haven't been here again since."

"What's going on today? Do you work here? ā€

Amalia's face froze, and soon, she nodded: "Yes." ā€

Qiao Weihuan folded her legs and touched the ground gently, "Are you making your favorite cake chef?" I remember back then, you used to complain about choosing the wrong major......"

"yes, what is Cecil doing? You said you wanted to be a scientist, did you succeed? ā€

"Ahem, girly fantasies, usually make yourself feel ashamed, you can forget about it......"

When Qiao Weihuan returned to the car, she felt that the man next to her was pressed down, she was also smiling, biting the hot dog and looking up, "What's wrong?" ā€

A good mood full of bright faces.

He Zhengxiao gently pinched her wrist with his long fingers, pulled away the hot dog that was in the way, and chuckled, "Very happy?" ā€

Qiao Weihuan nodded, "Yes, it's not that I'm afraid of delaying Amalia to work, I'll talk to her all day." ā€

As if she were juggling, she took out a hot dog from her pocket and stuffed it into the man's hand very perfunctorily, with his cold dark gray ......

"I bought it for you, you see how much I miss you."

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ā€

It's just out of the realm.

Over there, Amalia ate all the hot dogs, folded the wrapping paper into squares, put it in her pocket, and slapped it twice. She hurried across the path and walked for a long time to get home.

Amalia took out the key to open the door, and when she entered, she saw a woman standing in front of the sofa.

A tall figure, green eyes, and an inviolable extravagance.

Charlotte crossed her arms around her chest, her delicate chin slightly raised, "What are you thinking about?" ā€

Amalia pressed her head very low, her hands clenched quietly.

"I—I don't want to, I can't do that, I'm sorry!"

Charlotte raised a thin brow, the thin heels of her shoes pressed against the old floor, and the sound was dull and heavy.

"If you don't want to, the first time I see you, you're going to refuse."

Amalia clucked at her fingers.

This sentence pierced the tip of her heart accurately.

She couldn't deny that Charlotte was right. When she first heard it, she was incredulous, and her first thought was "how can this be done", not that she can't.

Charlotte clearly saw the swaying soul of this weak woman, and bent Amalia's slender neck with Leng Czenzen's gaze.

"You don't want to, why would you be there today to let Cecil see you? Now, you say you can't, don't you think you're ridiculous? ā€

The woman in front of her began to tremble, and Charlotte curled the corners of her mouth sneeringly, approaching her step by step, "And, if I'm not mistaken, that man's name is Chris?" ā€

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