Leng Yue raised her eyes and looked squarely at Mr. Deng who was sitting on the sofa opposite, the real male owner in this big house!

She took a deep breath and straightened her back, she became calm and clear.

"Brother Deng, have you heard the story of the white fox repaying your kindness?" she muttered.

"Oh?"

Deng Qingyun pondered, pondering the meaning of her words.

"Are you? Is that the white fox?"

He stared at her for a moment, this was his last weight.

He was using a 'soft knife' to 'force the palace'! Because of his originally 'hot' relationship, two rivals suddenly appeared, one of which also included his son Deng Qilin.

"I ......"

Leng Yue was stunned, and her tears were misty.

"I wish I had!" her tears fell. "But in this life, I have been reborn! and...... Now, although it is difficult to move forward, I have no choice but to keep going for the sake of that agreement. ”

"What about me? What about me?"

Mr. Deng's eyes also became moist.

"A few years of lovesickness, how can I be embarrassed!"

His voice was full of pain and helplessness.

"There has never been a time when I wish I was a real white fox...... Leng Yue turned her head to look out the window and whispered: "In that way, I can be infinitely varied, I can be separated, one of them, you can hide me in this golden house, or burrow into your sleeve, follow you, accompany you, and enjoy everything you provide for her." ”

Leng Yue said it sincerely, said it emotionally, and said it with tears in her eyes.

Mr. Deng looked at her, and under her sad eyes, his heart melted.

"But if that's the case, I'll be greedy!"

Leng Yue wiped away her tears, and a mischievous smile hung on her lips.

"If I am really your main palace lady, how can a dozen servants be enough?" Leng Yue chuckled and said teasingly: "I want to use a reinforced platoon of troops! I also want to enjoy the treatment of 'Queen Mother Lafayette'! I think my rank can only be promoted but not downgraded, this is a good deal." When the time comes, don't think I'm too extravagant!"

Hearing this, Mr. Deng almost laughed out loud!

He looked at this beautiful and quirky little woman, and he began to 'envy, jealousy, and hate' the guy who had an appointment with Leng Yue, but disappeared!

"Leng Yue, let me tell you...... If we really became emperors and concubines, it would not be the scene we have today. ”

Mr. Deng smiled and spoke briskly.

"There will be twenty-four palace maids to guide you at any time, and four more clever ones will accompany you and listen to your dispatch!"

"Really?"

Leng Yue looked at Mr. Deng with a smile.

"Sounds good!" she laughs.

Mr. Deng, jokes are jokes, with such a chance to be alone, he is not ready to let her go, he must fight for it.

He straightened his attitude and sat upright.

"To be honest, I haven't wanted a second marriage since my wife died. He said seriously: "I feel that freedom is precious, and it is very good to live without constraints." It is so ridiculous and too unsentimental to tie a man and a woman together with a piece of paper! A marriage certificate is just a paper contract with no time limit, and it is a fool's work to make a contract if you love each other!"

He shook his head, sighed again, looked at Leng Yue carefully, and then said:

"I didn't know until I met you, how much I longed to be such a fool! I was carefully preparing everything, happily preparing all this, because the period of acting on the scene is over, and I want to take that 'contract' with you!"

"Or," Leng Yue said faintly: "Love will make people spoiled, and it will make people be fools! Otherwise, how could I cross the limit of my life and search for more than two years to chase my 'promise in the next life'!"

"What...... Crossing the limit?" Mr. Deng asked with difficulty: "Can you tell me very clearly!"

He moved over and sat down beside Leng Yue.

He looked at her with a deep and warm gaze, not at all hostile.

"Do you really love that person that much? Leng Yue—the one—the person you're looking for?"

"Brother Deng, in front of you, I don't want to hide myself...... Tomorrow, I will show you two books, the first and second episodes of "The Promise of the Afterlife". In the book, there is everything you want to know!"

"Leng Yue," he asked in a hoarse voice, a little puzzled, "Can't you tell me now?"

"Now?"

Leng Yue stared at him.

"I just want to ask you...... Want to ask someone about you?"

"Who?"

"Your legal counsel, Yuan Qingfeng. ”

"What?" Mr. Deng was stunned: "You-are interested in him?" he looked at her very seriously.

"No, no, where did you think you went?

The mouth says this, but the heart is beating irregularly.

"Yuan Qingfeng......"

Mr. Deng leaned towards Leng Yue's side again.

He lowered his voice and strengthened his tone, as if revealing some top secret.

"He's the son of my friend Yuan Bo. He pretended to be mysterious and said: "The son should have inherited his father's business and ran his own law firm, but he is a person with personality and his own ideas." He paused, his eyes fixed on Leng Yue. "You have also seen that he is one hundred and eighty centimeters tall, handsome, very knowledgeable, and is a doctor of law from Harvard University. He returned to China a year ago and is now an associate professor of law and psychology at the university. ”

Seeing Leng Yue's focused expression, he continued:

"Oh...... Last time you saw it, my daughter Yufeng ......"

"Well, I see that she seems to like Yuan Qingfeng very much!"

"How does it seem?"

Mr. Deng asked with a smile.

"My daughter has always been so unattainable. But since she saw Yuan Qingfeng, the 'enemy', in a short period of time, she thought that she had found a home for her feelings, and her daughter's family was about to come out. Anyone can tell that my daughter is making a joke!"

"Why are you telling jokes?" Leng Yue asked: "Yufeng is a very beautiful girl, many people can't catch up!"

Hearing her say this, Mr. Deng stared at her face, that extremely beautiful face.

Staring into her eyes, those eyes full of charm, he was reluctant to look away.

"There's a reason for that......" he shook his head, his voice low. "Because I think Yuan Qingfeng doesn't seem to be interested in women, especially Yufeng. He closed his eyes, as if in thought. "What kind of woman and his heart, probably...... He doesn't necessarily know it himself. ”

Mr. Deng said in a voice, as if searching for an adjective that was more suitable for Yuan Qingfeng.

"He has a majesty, does not smile, and his expression is sometimes very lonely, a little sad, and a little old-fashioned, which is more suitable for being an ancient man...... I'm Chinese New Year's Eve years old now, and I heard that I've never been in love, and I'm still alone!"

"What?thirty?!"

Leng Yue asked him in surprise.

"Really...... Thirty?!"

"Well, thirty years old!" Mr. Deng nodded affirmatively.

For a moment, Leng Yue was so excited that she seemed to cry out loud, her face lost its bloody color, her lips trembled, and her hands and feet were cold, but it was only for a moment.

"What is his birthday?"

"What's ......" Mr. Deng looked at Leng Yue in a daze. "You're going to attend his ...... Birthday party?"

"Brother Deng...... Please tell me...... It's important to me. Her eyes widened, and she felt a wave of heat rush into her sockets.

"This ...... I don't know, but ......."

"Please check it out for me. She whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

"Okay. ”

Mr. Deng nodded stunnedly.

"Thank you!"

Leng Yue stood up.

She knew it was time for her to go back, to where she belonged.

She stood up, but suddenly felt dizzy and staggered...... Her face was like white marble on a fireplace, and her eyes were full of tears.

The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was in the lamplight.

Hearing Yuan Qingfeng's age, and based on these encounters and feelings for him, she had already concluded in her heart that he was the distant mountain she was looking for, and the person she agreed to live in the next life!

"I'm sorry, I thought, I'm going back. ”

"Leng Yue!" Mr. Deng stood up, stretched out his hand, and grabbed her!, "What's wrong with you, are you sick?" he touched her forehead.

"I ...... It's really time to go back. She walked to the door.

"Cold Moon—"

Mr. Deng called out to her loudly.

"This is your house!

He strode after her, anxiously grabbed her, and turned her into the house, and said with some haste:

"Look at this mansion, a mansion that the whole world, including the gods, envy, and a mouth-watering, inexhaustible meal, and look at the furniture, and look at the craftsmanship, a piece of furniture that will amaze many people. Where do you want to go, where do you want to go!? Don't you miss that?"

"Mr. Deng, go back, how can I be nostalgic for things that don't belong to me?"

Leng Yue's face had a shallow smile and a hint of sadness.

"No matter how good the house is, if it lacks love, isn't it a big coffin?" her hand pulled from his, and she turned away, staggering. "I'll ...... Remember you! I will remember you for me...... Everything that is done. ”

Mr. Deng followed her closely and helped her.

His eyes were gloomy, and he said anxiously:

"Leng Yue—how can you be so stubborn? Why do you think this mansion is a big coffin?"

"I'm sorry! Mr. Deng!"

Leng Yue turned around and smiled weakly at him.

"I take back what I didn't mean to offend!" she said, "I'm assuming, supposing that there are two souls without love, living corpses without love and passion lying in the mansion, isn't that very sad?!"

Seeing that the smile on Leng Yue's lips disappeared, she looked very fragile and helpless, and Mr. Deng sighed in his heart.

"You can't talk like this, whether you're sincere or fake, Leng Yue, you can't talk like this......"

He suddenly moved around, keeping a distance from her.

"I'm sorry. ”

Leng Yue looked at the embarrassed Mr. Deng, and she smiled weakly.

"Brother Deng, I don't know if you've ever heard of the term 'hope for torture'?"

"Hope for torture?"

"Hmm. ”

Leng Yue nodded.

"I also saw it in a book. She said quietly.

"What's that?" asked Mr. Deng.

"That's ......" Leng Yue's eyes flashed, and she said: "The best thing a person can do for someone who likes him is to like each other as well, right?" Without waiting for Mr. Deng to speak, she asked and answered herself, muttering. "But if the situation does not allow it, then don't give the other party even the slightest hope! That's because a small hope is a kind of harsh prisoner for the other party, so it's called a prisoner of hope!"

"Oops," Mr. Deng's eyes widened, shaking his head. "How can there be such strange torture?" he asked, smirking.

"Yes," Leng Yue turned. "It just occurred to me. ”

Seeing that Leng Yue was really leaving, Mr. Deng was still anxious, go to his 'hope torture', he changed the topic as if he was hiding something, Mr. Deng said:

"Are you afraid that I will eat you? or because you are not mentally prepared, or are you ...... Didn't bring enough clothes? I forgot to tell you just now!"

He grabbed Leng Yue again and made her face him.

"I've ordered a lot of your clothes from France according to your size, underwear, pajamas, all kinds of fashions, spring, summer, autumn and winter!