In the spacious hall, Leng Mochen sat at the bar in a distraught manner, pouring himself wine.

This Lin Xiaoxi really doesn't know how to lift!

It seems that he still has to look at her for a few points.

The next day, when Lin Xiaoxi went downstairs, she found that there were two more women in the house.

Those two people were awe-inspiring, wearing cool leather clothes, and they were heroic.

"Who are you?" Lin Xiaoxi didn't think that these two people were the bodyguards Leng Mochen found for her.

One of them, a girl who was a little shorter and looked more cheerful with a ponytail, said with a smile: "My name is Zhang Ping, she is He Wen, and I was invited by Mr. Leng to protect you." ”

He Wen, who was a little taller, was silent.

Lin Xiaoxi nodded, she kind of understood, this is surveillance!

She didn't speak, she wanted to go to the kitchen to find something to eat.

Open the refrigerator, there is nothing in the refrigerator, and then look at the two people behind him.

Zhang Ping scratched the back of her head, "Mr. Leng said, this is a lesson for you." ”

So, he wants to starve her, but he is afraid that she will die?

This man is disgusting.

Lin Xiaoxi frowned disdainfully.

"But if you figure it out, Mr. Leng said, just call him and apologize." Zhang Ping added.

Lin Xiaoxi closed her eyes slightly, speechless to numbness.

She calmly closed the refrigerator and sat on the sofa.

And the man sitting in the office, his face like frost, staring at the computer screen with gloomy eyes.

On the screen, Lin Xiaoxi sat calmly on the sofa watching TV, her clean eyes were so pure that there was no trace of impurities.

It's just that her whole person looks a little less angry, like a pale ghost.

As long as she relents and apologizes, he will forgive her!

Leng Mochen's eyes refracted a cold light, and he kept switching the angle of monitoring, looking at the woman in the picture.

Lin Xiaoxi sat on the sofa for a long time, from daytime to dark, when the meal arrived, Zhang Ping and He Wen ate takeout in front of her.

Lin Xiaoxi didn't care, anyway, no one could resist Leng Mochen's order.

She went upstairs with her skirt and took a notebook and pen in her hand.

She subconsciously looked at her mutilated hand, and it had always been her dream to become a good cartoonist, but now ......

She tried to hold the pen, but it was difficult to hold it firmly, and the lines she drew on the paper were crooked, and even the lines drawn by a three-year-old child were straighter than hers.

She couldn't help laughing at herself, she was still stubborn in painting.

Keep drawing, the line is still crooked, again and again.

Sadly disappointed, she smashed the pen open, but within a moment, she reverently picked it up again.

She has nothing now, but it would be nice to have a little dream.

She kept trying, and she gradually mastered the skills and began to move the pen well.

As the picture was laid, she seemed to have opened the valve of memory, and the pictures of the past kept coming to her mind.

"Lin Xiaoxi, I like you, be my girlfriend, okay!"

The stubborn teenager proudly confessed to her.

She used to be obsessed with depicting him, but now, she is no longer obsessed.

Her brushes are moving faster and faster on the paper, and the otherwise clean picture is a mess of lines.

She had also fantasized about their future, but who would have thought that everything had already changed.

She missed the young man in the past, and the bitterness spread boundlessly in her heart, and a tear dropped on the paper and slowly faded.

Where did her teenager go?

Why can't she find him anymore......