"Qingxue, thank you for just massaging me. Well, I think, think it should be time to give you back to Thunder. ”

Luo Qingxue glanced at Leng Yunting, he looked at himself blankly, and his palms kept holding tightly, not letting go.

It was false to say that she was not angry, although she also knew that it was not his fault.

However, the main reason why she doesn't want to pay attention to him these days is still on herself.

Because of the "transaction" with Lin Yuchen, she is now tired.

I really don't have the mood, so I will entangle with Leng Yunting and fall in love again.

But.

Today, I saw Leng Yunting and Feng Linxue teaming up to persuade herself, after so many days, her anger has almost disappeared, and even more, she is still confused about the future.

Can you really get your mother's inheritance back?

Can you really marry him like this from now on, and then be happy for the rest of your life?

Why does happiness seem to be in front of her, but it is far away?

In a trance, she had been pulled into the room by Leng Yunting, and it wasn't until the door closed behind her that she suddenly realized it.

When she was with her family, she didn't feel that way, but facing Leng Yunting alone, she was still a little uncomfortable.

Especially, when Leng Yunting closed the door and hugged her from behind, Luo Qingxue couldn't help but be a little stiff. She didn't know what was going on with her stiffness, she obviously didn't reject him, but she seemed to be dusted by too many emotions, which made her not very happy.

"What's wrong?" Leng Yunting was very familiar with her, and naturally sensed her unpleasantness. He immediately asked, "Uncomfortable?"

She shook her head.

"Still, mad at me?"

He asked carefully, but she continued to shake her head. It's just that the brain has a brief empty window.

"Why is that?" "Not uncomfortable, not angry, why ignore him these days?

"It's nothing, Yunting, I'm a little tired. She gently brushed his hand away, and boundless exhaustion flooded her heart.

"What's wrong? Is it really uncomfortable?" Leng Yunting saw her slowly walking to the sofa, his hands slowly supporting her forehead, looking tired.

"Uncomfortable, headache?" tentatively probed her forehead with his hand, which was not very hot.

It's uncomfortable, it's a headache, because things have been going on lately, and her uncomfortable heart is about to stop beating.

"Are you angry? Are you angry with the shameless mother and daughter of the Long family?" Leng Yunting began to speculate, and he immediately wanted to get up angrily: "Bastard, I'll look for them!"

"Not really. Luo Qingxue saw him so angry and immediately took his hand.

"Then what's wrong with you? Headache and brain fever? Or are you angry with them? Or—are you still angry with me?" Leng Yunting was also startled by her, he immediately squatted down and stroked her face, "I didn't mean to, I'm wrong and I'll change it, don't be like this, okay?"

"Yunting—" She suddenly threw herself into his arms.

“。。。。。。。。 All of Leng Yunting's words were made by her hug, and I didn't know what to do. He sat down beside her and let her body fall beside him.

"You tell me how you're sick. If you're not in good health, I'll call my mom to come and take a look at you. If it's you're angry outside, I'll help you get angry! If it's my fault, tell me, and I'll change it!"