Chapter 63: The Hurdle That Can't Be Reached
Gong Qinghan followed Ji Qianmo's side, listening to his introduction to this villa, and he didn't know what it was like in his heart
Is it mocking or ridiculous, his former home is now coming in as a guest
Looking at everything here, I felt a sense of melancholy in my heart, a burst of bitterness, and my eyes were red again unconsciously
Although things have long been different, I still feel at home when I step into this place again
It's back! My palace Qinghan is back!
Grandpa, Mom and Dad, have you seen it, Qing'er is back!
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The villa is very large, there are several small villas connected next to it, there is a feeling of an ancient castle, swimming pool, basketball court, artificial small lake, small garden,
Even though it was different from the palace manor back then, the familiarity it brought to her was still very strong
The memories that overturned the river and the sea seemed to drown her, and she collapsed halfway through the walk, she didn't have the courage to go down, she still couldn't cross that hurdle
That line was always a stack of heaven that she didn't dare to touch
She can't convince herself, she can be calm in the face of the enemy, she can be calm in the face of death, but she can't face the death of her parents, and she can't face the death of her relatives.
God knows how she just walked in step by step
Her hands were clenched tightly throughout, and even then she didn't feel a hint of security
Under Ji Qianmo's surprised, puzzled, and puzzled gaze, and under the surprised gaze of the doorman, she left here as if she had fled.
Messy steps, flustered heart, Gong Qinghan only felt that her throat was choked by memories, and it hurt so much that she even felt pain in breathing
Ji Qianmo couldn't help but chase out, but he saw the back of the person who drove away in a hurry......
Until the shadow of the speeding car disappeared from sight, and I turned my head to look at the old pines and cypresses that had been like a day for ten years, and an inexplicable emotion was surging in my heart......
Huh~ Wasn't it okay just now, what's wrong? The two guards scratched their heads, you look at me, I look at you,
Could it be that the young master did something to other girls? Can't! Could it be that the young master's beastly nature scared people, no, no, the young master is not that kind of person
Hey, girl, come back, our young master is very good
Do you want to tell the old man about this! If you let the old man know that the young master scared his future granddaughter-in-law away, would he chase him and beat him?
Forget it, forget it, let's leave the young people's affairs alone
In the end, the two doorman bodyguards agreed!
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At the same time, in a café with the Srie logo,
Chu Mufeng looked at the book in his hand, there was a cup of fragrant coffee next to him, the book in his hand turned over page by page, he looked at the pianist in front of the piano from time to time, but what appeared in his mind was the figure of Gong Qinghan
Obviously he hasn't seen him for more than ten hours, but he feels that it has been more than a week, Gong Qinghan is in the bar, and the arrogant back in the school piano room always lingers in his mind, there has never been a girl who can make him miss him so much, or a girl who has only known him for a week
"Will he be in the Losedemon bar"! Chu Mufeng muttered to himself, looked up at the clear sky outside, the bars were all open at night, even if Gong Qinghan was the pianist there, it should be working at night
"Pianist? Will she be"! Chu Mufeng asked herself again, thinking of the pile of VIP cards and the Rolls-Royce in her wallet, her identity ......
"Waiter, two cappuccinos"!
Chu Mufeng, who was in a trance, was awakened by a familiar female voice, his brows frowned subconsciously, and just wanted to get up and leave, a name he had in mind made him pause
"Wen'er, is there anything else you can do, if you don't drive that Gong Qinghan out of the Holy Sakura, I'm going crazy!" These two people are Jiang Wanning and Yi Wen'er