They are the true owners of the garden. With a pair of eyes that you can't detect, you spy on everyone who enters the garden. They were staring at a pair of mother and son with lonely backs, walking slowly along the curved and deep stone path. The son was holding his mother's arm, but his mother was not very old, although her hair was a little gray, her waist was still not bent. Her face can vaguely distinguish the graceful demeanor of the year in the drowsy twilight, but now she is no longer in her prime, leaving only a sigh.

The mother did not push her son's hand away, she enjoyed this moment very much, the moment when she and her son were alone, there were only the two of them in heaven and earth, and there was no one else. So she asked her son to hold her, and the two walked side by side silently.

Yan Ting said leisurely: Xiao Ou, it seems that it was a long time ago that we could take a walk together like today. I remember that at that time, you were still young, at that time, it was me who held your hand, and now, you see, you have grown so tall, you are more than a head taller than your mother, and now you are holding your mother. The years are really sentimental.

Du Ou said softly: Mom, I will always accompany you in the future.

Yan Ting patted his hands and said, "Yes, that's good." It's just that after you get married, you have to accompany Chu Jun more with you. The most taboo between men and women is the Cold War, do you remember? Mom hopes that you can be with Chu Jun well, so that I can rest assured.

Du Ou said: Mom, I won't be like that.

Yan Ting kept chattering, talking about Du Ou's wedding supplies, talking about the decoration of the house in Yingzhuang, where should the wedding hotel be held? How many guests to invite, and how to arrange the honeymoon trip, etc., also talked about the wedding ring, saying that it was for Du Ou to discuss with Chu Jun to see what the other party meant, and then decide how big a diamond ring to customize, etc., and so on.

Du Ou listened with his ears, but what he was thinking in his heart was something else entirely.

For some reason, Du Ou's mind kept spinning back and forth endlessly about the woman he met in the teahouse before, there are not a few young and beautiful women in life, and there are many in his own company that can be regarded as stunning. There is a vice president's secretary who is very good, with a slender figure, a soft voice, and a pair of pretty Danfeng eyes, who is very looking forward to it. Once the company organized to go to Hainan to play, she wore a pale yellow skirt, the waves on the beach were strong and windy, she looked like a goddess swaying in the wind, which was eye-catching.

On that day, the men of the entire company, almost their eyes were sticky to her, whether they were married or unmarried, they were all competing to please. Those who are old and have strict wives at home, although they are not so much, but they are also appreciative when they look at them from a distance.

Du Ou also had the heart to get acquainted that day, but the men around her were too promised. Besides, Du Ou's identity is different now, but he is just a little secretary, and so on, maybe he will come up by himself.

Xiangyan didn't succeed in the end, and Du Ou still covets that little secretary. However, now Du Ou is much calmer and more sophisticated, taking into account his identity and dignity, he is gradually a little empty about women. There are only a few women who can see the eye. Even if you like it, you will no longer take the initiative, but like to wait for the rabbit.

He seems to feel that timely restraint and repression can stimulate interest more.

Since Leng Qinghe came to his side, the two of them have a strong relationship, and Du Ou has also become quite calm, and he is not so lustful about himself.

But today, when he suddenly saw the woman in the teahouse, Du Ou was amazed. He felt that her smile and cheek were shaking in front of him, the tone of voice when she spoke, and the demeanor when her eyes were rolling, which was very evocative.

He felt that the man was the most blessed person in the world, and that he could be accompanied by such a woman. But after thinking about it, it can be regarded as a blessing that I have a cold lotus, but now there is a nasty marriage, and it seems that I am destined to not be able to stay with her for the rest of my life, and I can't help but be full of regret and pain.

So for Yan Ting slowly muttering about the materials used in the wedding, Du Ou was completely absent-minded.

He always thought about it, if this marriage was between himself and Leng Qinghe, how good would it be?

After walking around the garden with her mother Yan Ting, it was completely dark, so Du Ou sent her mother to the parking lot, and she drove a silver BMW back. Originally, Du Ou wanted to have dinner with her mother, but she said that she had stopped eating dinner recently and had one meal a day. Besides, I ate a snack just now, and my stomach is not hungry at all. Du Ou thought, okay, why do you go to Bigu?

But he knew that his mother was now dedicated to cultivating Buddhism, and this Bigu was also a kind of practice. She didn't eat meat, but now she has withdrawn a meal, no wonder her mother looks more and more immortal.

However, nowadays, many people are popular to skip dinner, and some people basically don't eat anything after five o'clock.

It is said to be a form of wellness. Hunger is a kind of health. Of course, this is only for those who are in the midst of anointing, and for those who are hungry in Africa, hunger is a kind of torture, and hunger reaches a certain level where even human will and dignity are lost. What else can you do, you can go directly to God, Allah, Allah......

Whether it's health preservation or cultivation, anyway, people in this city now have their own ways.

After saying goodbye to his mother, Du Ou got into his car, and he suddenly felt that he missed Leng Qinghe very much at this time, and urgently needed to meet her to comfort his thirst for lovesickness.

After getting into the car, he called Leng Qinghe and said that he had come home to finish eating.

The cold lotus was stunned and said: I am still outside.

Du Ou was very unhappy and counted her down: Why did you go out again? Are you always out there when I'm not around? With whom?

Leng Qinghe also got angry and said: If you don't come back, I won't even see anyone, and staying at home all day will sooner or later become Alzheimer's. Otherwise, come over and we'll eat out.

Du Ou said coldly: Who are you with?

Leng Qinghe said: I didn't talk to anyone, just a classmate from college. We just watched a movie and just came out of the cinema. Where are you?

Du Ou's car slowly drove out of the parking lot, and while looking at the surrounding road conditions, he said angrily: I just separated from my mother, so you tell me where you are?

Leng Qinghe said a location.

Du Ou said: You just don't move there, I'll come over immediately.

In a very prosperous commercial square, Du Ou found Leng Qinghe, who was dressed in flowers, sitting in a coffee bar on the side of the road and drinking a cup of coffee that was not coffee, called Cappuccino.