Zhao Pingjin took out the crumpled cigarette case he was holding, he picked out a cigarette that could barely be smoked, and lit it.

The smoke inhaled into his lungs, and he coughed violently, and there was a faint pain in the depths of his lungs.

It's the disease, the root of the disease.

He lifted his hand and pressed it to the painful spot, and the light dimmed for a moment, and the sun was swallowed up by the horizon.

Zhao Pingjin thought in a trance, when did she start planting a seed in her heart.

And when did that seed sprout silently?

Before he knew it, a slender and delicate but tenacious vine gradually grew, and she wrapped around his heart, making him restless day and night.

He had cut off the vines with his own hands.

But from beginning to end, he was not willing to cut off the deep roots.

He used to think that he was tired of the feeling of being loved and entangled by a woman, so he thought that he could easily dispose of this whim-out relationship.

But in retrospect, that may not have been a whim.

For her, after all, he is still different from others, and he still likes her in the end.

When Zhao Pingjin walked back, he received a phone call.

He stood under the shadow of the swaying tree with his mobile phone in his hand, and his eyebrows gradually spread out of slaughter.

Did Zhao Zhiyong really think that he was cornered?

The only son of the emperor, the current crown prince and the future emperor, how could there not be a group of loyal princelings who coveted the low-hanging fruit.

The old dynasty has no way to enter, and the new dynasty is an immortal achievement that has reached the sky in one step, but anyone with a little brain knows how to choose.

If Zhao Chenglin takes over the Zhao family in the future, he will naturally reuse the people around him, and they, the old people of the Zhao family, are afraid that they will not even have a foothold.

……

When Tang Zhao came back, it was already late.

There was still a light on in the apartment, although she knew that she was just studying hard and not waiting for him.

But there is still warmth and sweetness in my heart.

I bought her a gift in the next state, where there is a big Chinatown with a wood carving shop owned by a Chinese grandfather.

Tang Zhao took a fancy to the set of wood carvings of the zodiac at a glance, and he asked the shopkeeper to carve twelve little rabbits, each in various postures, very cute.

On the afternoon of the carving, Tang Zhao followed the shopkeeper in the store, polished the rabbits with sandpaper to be smooth and round, and then bought a very beautiful wooden box and put the twelve rabbits in it.

He felt that Xu He would like it very much.

And everything was as he thought, Xu He opened the box and saw twelve little rabbits of different shapes, and his eyes lit up at the moment.

She rubbed and played with them one by one, and couldn't put it down, and put it next to her pillow when she slept at night.

The next morning, Tang Zhao washed up and waited for Xu He to come out for breakfast in the restaurant.

Xu He walked out while tying his hair and sat down at the dining table.

She suddenly said to Tang Zhao: "Stretch out your hand." ”

Tang Zhao was puzzled, but he still obediently stretched out his hand.

The hair ring on his wrist was exposed, Tang Zhao was startled, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but Xu He held him down and took the hair ring down.

Tang Zhao's heart sank vigorously: "Sister......"

"Aren't you uncomfortable?" Xu He looked at the deep mark on his wrist and sighed.

Tang Zhao shook his head violently: "Sister, give it back to me." ”

Xu He clenched his hands tightly and put them behind his back.

The light in Tang Zhao's eyes was a little dim for a moment, he was silent, he wanted to say something, but he still didn't say anything.

Xu He stretched out his other hand slowly.

The palm of the hand was spread out, and a new hair band lay inside, and on the hair band, there was a small wooden rabbit the size of a little fingertip.

It was the smallest of the set of wood carvings he gave Xu He last night.

"Sister ......"

Tang Zhao was in a trance for a while, as if he couldn't believe it, and he didn't dare to think about what would happen next.

Xu He had already held his hand and put the hair loop on his wrist.

"This tightness is just right, the previous one was too tight, but it didn't bleed, it would be very uncomfortable."

Xu He put a hair ring on him while lowering his eyes and whispering.

After she set it up, she withdrew her hand, but Tang Zhao grabbed her small white hand, pulled her whole person into his arms, and hugged her tightly.

Xu He struggled for a moment and did not move again.

"You're mine, aren't you...... He'er? ”

Tang Zhao called her like this for the first time, calling her by name, and a single word with that ending sound, there was a lingering and pitying affection.

Xu He had heard many people call her that.

There are friends, there are relatives, but more often than not, it's that man.

He made her experience the feeling of a moth fighting a fire and loving someone, and also let her experience the pain of being abandoned and betrayed, he gave her endless sweetness, but also endless torture, she once thought that this life was like this, planted on him, no regrets.

But in the end, it came to this.

Xu He thought that people may not fall in love with many people in this life.

Not necessarily, if you love a lot of people, you are not a good girl.

After meeting during the day, she was in a trance for a long time, and she didn't even have the heart to do the exercises.

Sometimes she couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

But the only thing that is certain is that he will never give her the kind of love she wants.

So, she always reminds herself, just move forward, just keep loving, as if she had never been hurt.

Xu He raised his hand and wrapped his arm around Tang Zhao's waist.

She raised her face in his arms, a clean and pure face, and said in a very serious tone, "You are mine too...... Tang Zhao. ”

At such a moment, Tang Zhao thought, I can give my life to this girl.

Xu He saw that he didn't speak for a long time, her fluttering eyelashes drooped, and she coughed lightly: "Tang Zhao, don't you want to kiss me?" Haven't you always wanted to kiss me? ”