Chapter 752: The Loneliness of the Heart

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Yun Bixue felt the temperature of Xie Limo's palm, and she could think of the scene when the two held hands for the first time, her heart was still cold and desperate, it was the temperature of his palm that kept her warm, and for more than a year, she had been feeling the warmth he gave.

She firmly thought in her heart that no matter what she encountered in the future, she would be strong, and she would be a good Mrs. Xie and warm her Mr. Xie.

Xie Limo took Yun Bixue's hand and walked to the first floor, on the steps, he felt that something was wrong, and when he looked back, Yun Bixue looked down and didn't know what he was thinking, he didn't look at the road at all, he shook Yun Bixue's hand and asked softly: "What are you thinking about Looking at the road, don't fall"

Yun Bixue raised her head, blinked her beautiful eyes, looked at Xie Limo deeply and said, "I know, you won't let me fall." ”

Xie Limo shook his head, a little helpless, but his eyes were full of doting, he liked his wife's trust and dependence on him, because it would make him understand that he had carved a deep imprint in her heart.

And he will not live up to this trust and dependence.

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Xirong Ziye saw that he was about to marry Xia Mu Qingyan, the days were getting closer and closer, but his heart felt more and more empty, obviously everything was his choice, but in addition to being busy, he always felt that something very important was missing, and his heart was empty, and there was no sense of reality.

All the news media are reporting how affectionate he and Xia Mu Qingyan are, and he also feels that the two are very affectionate, but when he dreams back at midnight, why do he always wake up.

During his schooling, in the years of his youth, he had an unforgettable first love, even now, he doesn't know if he has let go of his first love, but every time he sees Xia Mu Qingyan, he always suddenly feels that he is still in his youth, and he has traveled to many places with the people he loves the most.

Xia Mu Qingyan is really very similar to her first love, but no matter how similar she is, she is not that person anymore, and the young girl is now married to someone else.

Thinking about it, Xirong Ziye's sword-like eyebrows flashed with a trace of trance, a cool light flashed under his eyes, and he was a little self-deprecating in his heart, in fact, he understood, he was once very poor, he fell in love with a rich man for the first time, and even married a rich man, so at that time he understood the importance of power and financial resources.

After knowing his identity, he seized the advantage of this identity and walked to his current position little by little, obviously it should be the pleasure of mastering everything, but he is really unhappy sometimes.

He sat on a wicker chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, closed his eyes and bathed in the halo of the sunset outside, but his heart was a little lonely.

There are three figures in his mind that are constantly intertwined, one is the girl of his first love, one is Xia Mu Qingyan, and the other is Bai Yaoyao, he wants to get rid of the figure in his mind, but he can't get rid of it, which makes him extremely tired and has not slept well.

Since Bai Yaoyao left, he spent most of his time by Xia Mu Qingyan's side every day, one was to accompany her more to make his heart less empty, and the other was to show the people of the Xia Mu family, and he still needed their support.

With a sigh, Xirong Ziye got up and was about to go out, but received a call from Xia Mu Qingyan.

I only heard Xia Mu Qingyan say softly over there, "Ziye, I heard by chance today, you still have a villa in Baiyuan, it's very beautiful there, can I go and take a look?"

Xirong Ziye's hand holding the phone began to turn white, his face stiffened, and he pursed his cold and hard lips, not knowing how to speak. 00 collected and organized, the copyright belongs to the author or publisher.