Xu Sangtian, who had just experienced a turmoil, wanted to go over to show goodwill, and when she went out, she was good, Xie Jinsong's door was closed and she refused directly.

Xu Sangtian stood quietly at the door, looking at the closed door, just like looking at the closed heart. Her heart was sour, uncomfortable, and her lips were as delicate as petals, how could she make him happy?

She took a step forward slightly, her head slammed against Xie Jinsong's door, and there was a soft sound.

Xie Jinsong in the house was still sitting on the chair, maintaining a posture and not moving. He had never thought that such a thing would happen in his life, and Xu Sangtian was an accident in his life for him.

His life has been planned since twenty-three years ago:

In this life, he will only live for his younger brothers and sisters and for his parents. He had learned from the age of five that he had to grow up quickly and grow into an adult quickly. He wants to shelter his younger brothers and sisters from the wind and rain, give them a vast world, and let them enjoy the joys of life to the fullest.

At the age of sixteen, he learned to manage the company with his father, and at the age of eighteen he took over the company completely. Fathers can also retire with peace of mind.

He takes on everything, disguises himself with indifference, and forces himself to be strong. All he had to do was guard the family, and he knew that one day he would marry a woman for business or to fulfill his mother's wishes, but he didn't care.

His body and his heart will only be for his family in this life, not for himself. Until Xu Sangtian's appearance.

She easily shattered his dusty heart, penetrating her heat and warmth through those small gaps. But he panicked, and his heart, which was not under his control, made him lose his proportion.

No one told him what to do, there was no way, he had to continue to pretend, deliberately leave her out, try to control his heart, and try to complete the life vision he had set for himself.

Xie Jinsong was upset, taking a step forward for fear of injury, and taking a step back was lonely, he stood in the middle and got lost.

There was a soft knock outside the door, and he knew she was coming. The closed eyes slowly opened, and the sharp and dark eyes were full of confusion at the moment.

"Xie Meiren, are you still angry? Don't you get angry, okay? I'll become a little fairy to make you happy, okay? Xu Sangtian stood outside the door, his forehead against the door, turning left and right, did he cough lightly, and a rhythmic "dong dong" sound sounded outside the door.

He heard her pitiful voice, full of flattery. Why become a little fairy, she is already herself. Listening to her soft words, the glued heart actually got a trace of a gap that could breathe.

The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, so afraid that he would be angry and make him angry everywhere.

"Don't be angry, I'll tell you a story, okay?" She continued to grind him outside the door.

The October wind gently drifted into Xie Jinsong's room with a faint fragrance of osmanthus flowers. The pure white curtains danced with the wind, soft and slow. Her voice was soft and shallow outside the door, and it hooked the kitten's paw at his heart.

What story will she tell?

Xie Jinsong put down the hand covering his eyes and folded his hands on his legs. Leaning back on the couch relaxed, closing your eyes and getting ready to listen to the story.

Xu Sangtian leaned against the door frame, his slender fingers sliding lightly on the door, drawing circles.