Xiaoque looked down on Tie Hui a little, not because he used despicable means against Ling Feng, but because he flattered and flattered Shuixi in every way.

This kind of person is actually the same as himself, so he can see through his mind.

She didn't like this virtue of hers, and certainly she didn't like Tie Hui's virtue.

If one day he is old, Tie Hui may not still love himself as much as he does now.

Wasn't that the same way you were at the beginning? When Ling Feng was weaker than himself, didn't he start to dislike him when he was disfigured in a car accident?

How can there be eternal feelings in the world? Affection is attached to strength.

So even if the Shuixi people are old and yellow, they are still fragrant. Wait until she has no money or power to try it one day? I guarantee that no one pays attention to her, even if the relationship is good now, it doesn't work.

However, although he looks down on Tie Hui and knows that he is unreliable, he likes himself and his career is in full swing, so let's join forces. People have to live in the moment.

More on the future.

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Ling Tao sat in the pavilion on the mountain, looking at the red and green forest sea on the other side of the cliff, full of emotion, and deeply missed someone.

Although she only stayed on the road of her life for a very short time, it was engraved in her heart. Unintentionally, she will come to her mind, with a smile and a lifelike smile.

She hadn't spoken much to him, hadn't spent much time with him, why was she so unforgettable?

He never understood why when he was in the hospital, she would see him in a coma on time every day, but she refused to face him when he woke up.

He often has an impulse to go to her and ask for an explanation, but he is afraid to face her and say something. He really didn't know what to say.

However, if he could just give a wordless hug without words, he felt that he could express his feelings: thank her for saving his life, thank her for visiting and accompanying him in the hospital.

Returning from a walk in the mountains, he unconsciously walked to her doorstep again.

Every time he returned to the golf villa, he always came to see if she had come back before he entered his home.

The doors and windows are open, is she back?

Ring the doorbell? What to tell her? Want to see her, but are you afraid to face her?

He was wandering in front of the house and was seen by Aunt Zhang, who was cleaning inside.

"Sir, are you looking for me? Can I help you? She asked, poking her head out of the window.

"Nope." He replied.

Aunt Zhang shrank her head and walked away.

"Is the Wind Spirit back?" After a while, he asked.

"Nope." Aunt Zhang replied.

"May I come in?" A few more of them, he asked.

Aunt Zhang ran downstairs and opened the door to let him in.

Feng Ling's home is Chinese style. The living room is full of mahogany furniture, and there are many antique calligraphy and painting collections.

He entered her study.

It was here that he met her for the first time.

Why was she so sloppy at the time? His hair was disheveled, his eyes were sleepy, and he wanted to laugh when he thought about it.

Most of the shelves are books on finance, the rest are ancient Chinese, and some books in Arabic.

The computers on the desk were moved, and only a few picture frames remained. One of them, an old yellowed photograph, caught his eye.

It was a seven-year-old girl standing next to a woman in her fifties, looking seriously ahead and smiling shyly.

Why is it so familiar? Much like the wind spirit when she was a child, the woman was also like the woman who took her.

Don't......? He was a little excited.

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