Inside the memory, Leng Xue is crouching and watering a small potted plant by the floor-to-ceiling window. For his appearance, she didn't need to look away, she knew who was coming.

Seeing that he ignored himself, his anger was even greater.

After watering the potted plants and putting down the watering can, she got up and asked tepidly, "What do you want to drink?" ”

"Should you give me an explanation?" Staring at her, Si Luo frowned angrily.

"I don't need to give you any explanation." Leng Xue, who didn't feel inexplicable, said calmly, "Since you are not a guest, then, you will not be my friend." ”

With that, she walked inside.

Grabbing her arm, a coldness transmitted from his fingers to his brain consciousness, unable to extinguish the dissatisfaction in his heart. "What do you mean? What exactly are you playing? "He started babbling." Is it to get away with it, or is it a cat to play with mice? Every time you appear in front of me, you are so opportune and noble, are you hanging my appetite? ”

"You feel so good about yourself." She clearly didn't take his words to heart.

Shaking off his hand, Leng Xue walked into Memory.

Her coldness was like torture, and he was overwhelmed.

"Am I being amorous?"

The voice behind him sounded a little sad. Her heartstrings were flicked, but she couldn't make any tones.

"I'm sorry if I did something that misunderstood you."

Walking into the bar, she poured chrysanthemum, goji berries and licorice into the glass.

"Do you have someone you like?" Perhaps, this is the only explanation.

The hand holding the glass that was being added to the boiling water shook slightly, and she simply spat out a "yes".

"You're already together?" It was as if someone had gouged out a piece of flesh from his heart, but he didn't give up.

After stirring the boiling water in the cup with a long spoon a few times, she added a few ice cubes to the cup. When the flower tea was finished, she calmly replied, "He's dead." ”

His face was slightly stunned, and he stopped asking her questions.

Handing over the cup, Leng Xue said as if she was nothing: "This is Qingre Flower Tea, and those who want to drive should pay attention to controlling their emotions." ”

She remembers that on a drizzly evening, she and Fan Minzhong sat together in a coffee shop at the intersection drinking flower tea.

At that time, he smiled gently and said: "If you drink too much coffee, you can taste the sweetness of flower tea." ”

Propping her chin up, she asked, "Are women like coffee, or are they like flower tea?" ”

He replied with a bright smile, "Neither." ”

She tilted her head to look at him, her eyes as if talking.

"Women are ice cubes in coffee and flower tea, holding them in the palm of their hands for fear of melting, and holding them in their mouths for fear of melting. They do not change the taste of coffee and flower tea, but they do change their temperature. ”

After hearing this, she narrowed her eyes, "You know women very well!" ”

"I don't know women, I just want to know you."

The atmosphere became ambiguous, and the two of them had smiles on their faces, not feeling embarrassed.

After taking the glass, the initial fire vanished. The palm of his hand was against the cold glass, and his heart lake was disturbed.

"You are Shiya's boss, and I am not an employee of Shengshi. So, the less contact we have, the better. Looking at the cup in his hand, she said lightly.

After taking a sip of flower tea, he was about to taste the taste, and he was disappointed again because of her words. "You're going to draw a line with me?" A cold light flashed in his eyes.

"As it should be." She replied neatly.

After staring at each other for a moment, he pulled out his wallet and took out a hundred-dollar bill from it and placed it on the table.

"This is tea money, no need to look for it."

As soon as the words fell, he left angrily.

At this time, Shiya, who had returned from work, and the boss passed by outside the coffee house. Curious at the sight of him, she quickened her pace into the house.

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"How did he come here?" While asking her friend, her hand pointed out the house.

Picking up the glass he had drunk, Leng Xue replied nonchalantly: "He came to Xingshi to ask for guilt." ”

"What crime do you ask?" Sitting on the back of one of the chairs, Shiya continued.

"Did I personally deliver coffee to your office today?"

Walk into the bar and wash the cups unhurriedly with the cold snow that pours out the contents of the cups.

Nodding at the void, she understood, but there was still a little doubt, "You didn't say that because you saw him downstairs, you didn't go up." Why, did he see you? ”

"I don't know."

Wash the cup, she puts it in the sterilizer.

After thinking for a while, Shiya said solemnly: "I have decided, from next week, you don't have to bring me coffee." ”

Smiling, Leng Xue walked up to her and said without surprise: "I think so too." ”

In the four eyes, their tacit understanding has always remained the same.

"Okay, we're done." With her ass off the back of the chair, Shiya breathed a sigh of relief. Sadly, her Wednesdays no longer have delicious Blue Mountains.

"Girl, I know your concerns. However, it was impossible between me and him. Leng Xue's eyes overflowed with a trace of sadness that was not noticed by his friends.

"Snow baby, I believe in you." After only three seconds of seriousness, Shiya squeezed her eyebrows and said, "But, I don't trust men." In the eyes of those high-level male creatures, you are a great beauty! ”

"You're also a great beauty!" There is no element of jokes, Leng Xue is telling the truth.

Smiling playfully at her, Shiya lowered her eyes and looked at the ground.

Memory, Shiya, who was standing at the table, was still worried. Hopefully, what shouldn't happen doesn't happen.

In the emotional world, there are often those who don't think they care about, but others care. When one happiness is shared, it becomes two happiness. When one part of the pain is shared, it becomes half of the pain. Sharing weal and woe, this is the deepest vow between them.

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Back at the cabin, Si Luo sat unhappily on the fabric sofa, his mind full of her images.

"You're going to draw a line with me?"

"As it should be."

What a polite and blunt answer, like a business cooperation between a company and a business, and like a money transaction between strangers and strangers. However, he still had a lot of questions because he didn't have time to ask.

"Do you have someone you like?"

"Yes."

"You're already together?"

"He's dead."

So, how did they meet, when were they together, when did he die, and what did he die for? One question after another floated in his mind like a bubble of rain falling on the surface of a lake, which upset him.

Thinking of her indifference today, thinking of her who cried that night, she was full of charm for him. What kind of person she is, what kind of experience she has had, she has an irresistible attraction to him.

The look of displeasure faded on his face, and Silo lay down on the couch.

The white ceiling came into view, revealing the coldness of her body. It is not allowed to be defiled and difficult to approach.

I never knew that I would be obsessed with a woman. Whether he is abroad or at home, he can always get a woman's secret send-off. Very few people know that before dating Mo Qingxi, he had never been in a relationship with any girl. In the eyes of ordinary people, rich and handsome men have no shortage of girlfriends. Who knows, what they lack is a pure love.

Adjusting his mentality, his expression softened.

Love is like a butterfly. When you chase it, it flies away. If you don't chase it, maybe it will fall on you. In the pursuit of love, many people use the art of war. The strategy of wanting to capture and indulge, and the means of resisting and welcoming back, the results should not be underestimated.

When true love comes, longing is enough to change the curvature of the corners of a person's mouth.