Well. I like He Yuxue more than I like it.

When it comes to this, it's really a bit troublesome.

She didn't know that the sentence echoed in her mind every day: The man I love is He Yuxue.

Although she didn't feel wrong, she still felt something weird.

Now she knew what was wrong. The head reminded her that the person she loved was He Yuxue. But love is not a procedure, not an order, but a heart-beating process.

When she was with He Yuxue, she never knew what her heart was.

But since she was snatched home by this man named Leng Mo, she has been throbbing inexplicably.

This is reflected in the fact that she expects his face to be the first thing she sees when she opens her eyes in the morning. Every time I eat, I look forward to being with him. Every time he played the piano, he was there to listen.

Even, she developed a habit that she liked to sit in the garden before evening. Because sitting in the garden, it seems that he is admiring the flowers, but in fact he is quietly waiting for him.

She felt that the happiest moment was when she heard that he was her husband.

She wondered, did she really forget him? Does he really belong to her?

With this question in mind, she pushed open the door to the piano room again.

She wanted to play the piano.

Taking a seat in front of the black piano, her slender and beautiful index finger landed on the keys and dropped the first note.

The delicate brow frowned slightly.

Wrong!

She put the lid on, got up, and hurried out of the room.

Descending the stairs in a hurry, she almost trotted to the door.

"Miss, where are you going?" The maid asked.

Qin Chenchen paused, biting his lip, a little aggrieved. "He hasn't come back yet?"

"Do you mean the young master?"

"Hmm."

The maid laughed, "Miss, you forgot?" The young master said this morning, he won't come today. ”

Qin Chenchen's eyes had stars falling. Lowering her head, she muttered, "If you don't come, you won't come, as if someone is rare for him to come." ”

The maid was surprised, "Miss, are you falling in love with the young master again now?" ”

Qin Chenchen's little face was hot, "Don't talk nonsense." ”

The maid covered her mouth and snickered, "Miss, don't be hard-mouthed." You, love the young master so much, even if you forget the young master for the second time, you will still fall in love with him. ”

Qin Chenchen was puzzled, "I forgot him before?" ”

"Of course."

Qin Chenchen flattened his mouth, didn't speak, and thought, he is a person with a criminal record!

"Miss, dinner is ready, go and enjoy it."

After eating dinner, Qin Chenchen ate a little tastelessly, so he went back to the room early, washed up, went to bed, leaned against the head of the bed, flipped through a book, and read it for half an hour.

Her eyes were a little tired, so she put down the book, reached under the pillow, and took out a stack of photos.

This photo is a photo of her and him.

It seems that she grabbed him to take selfies at the beginning, because looking at him in the photo, his face stinks, he shouldn't like to take pictures.

But although he doesn't like to take pictures, he hugs her and kisses her in every photo, and his eyes are full of spoiling.

Qin Chenchen flipped it over, and his eyes couldn't help but moisten.

I'm so jealous of this girl in the photo! She had this perfect man in the past!

Although, she is her in the photo, but she is jealous of the past, jealous of the past, and she uses the sweet memory of the cold ink completely.

Looking at it, drowsiness hits. She fell asleep.

She had a nightmare in which she dreamed that she was being tied to an operating table, and a faceless male rapist laughed and opened her head with a scalpel and pulled something out of it.

The dream was so terrifying that she woke up suddenly and found that the pillow was wet, and she didn't know if it was caused by crying or cold sweat, both.

With a dry mouth, Qin Chenchen decided to go downstairs to drink saliva.

When she got out of bed, her feet stepped on the carpet that was as soft as white clouds, she walked to the door and opened it.

Leng Mo knew that she liked to go barefoot, so she covered all corners of the house with extremely soft carpets.