Deng Qingyun looked at Leng Yue in distraction, he sighed and continued:

"When I think of your condition, that worry follows me, and I feel that something terrible is about to happen......"

"Brother Deng, you really can't afford to spoil yourself for your little sister. Leng Yue said calmly: "You must know that the original fate is like an ethereal wind, like a way to find an exit, like a floating petal ......"

"But I want you to live well!" Mr. Deng shouted bitterly: "I don't want poor you to leave like this!"

"Uh-uh. ”

Leng Yue was stunned.

"Brother Deng, why is it like parting from life and death?" she smiled quietly: "I know the weight of my little sister in your mind, but I don't want you to hurt your heart and body for me." ”

She turned her head to look at him, and straightened her back as she pretended to be strong.

"Isn't it said that the human spirit can control the body? When you feel uncomfortable, you just need to concentrate your thoughts. She smiled hard: "Although this kind of thinking is anti-human, it is also the never-say-die spirit of the Olympic Games!"

"It's again. ”

Mr. Deng sneered, and his depressed mood was relieved.

"What kind of nonsense, vegetative people are better than Brother Deng. Leng Yue teased lightly: "I have relied on my outstanding personality charm and irresistible perseverance to get to where I am today." ”

"Ahh It's okay, it's okay......"

He sighed and shook his head.

"I feel like I'm alive again to see you like this, to talk like this! But I have one more request, please let me take care of you, let me feel at ease!"

"No, no!" Cold Moon quickly said, "No, no." ”

"Why?"

He looked at her deeply.

"This ......" Leng Yue hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm afraid...... Qingfeng knows, it will be misunderstood. ”

"That's right. ”

Deng Qingyun knew and knew what was hidden behind this sentence. In other words, Leng Yue loves Yuan Qingfeng and loves him deeply.

"If that's the case, then it's okay not to go back to him, aren't you sad not to be with him?"

"Of course I'm sad, and I'm going to die. Leng Yue whispered, shaking her voice.

At this time, Deng Qingyun, the general manager of Deng, was holding a teacup in his hand, and Leng Yue's "sad to die" made his hand tremble suddenly, and the water overflowed the cup and splashed on his luxurious suit.

He put down his teacup tremblingly, and the cup hit the table with a crisp sound.

There seemed to be a cold air in the room, which was secretly blowing on him, and he took out a cigarette case from the drawer of his desk, took out a cigarette, and lit it with a lighter three times in a row.

He exhaled a big puff of smoke as he looked at her.

As for Leng Yue, she still hung her head, taking care of herself, and continued to whisper:

"Although I am separated from Qingfeng now, I think about him every moment, I miss his voice, I miss the way I look at each other's eyes, I miss the feeling of soul connection...... Alas...... I really want to see him right away, I want to call him right away......"

Her eyes were red, and two flushes of excitement immediately appeared on her pale cheeks.

"Whenever he is around me, I feel that all the people and things in the world are beautiful. She said.

"Hmm. ”

Mr. Deng snorted, not knowing what to say.

He stood up and walked around the ground, suddenly remembering that he had bought a blue butterfly specimen for Leng Yue before, and he had never had a chance to give it away, so why not give it to her now.

Thinking of this, he opened the drawer and pulled out a beautiful glass box. Mr. Deng put it in front of Leng Yue, and he pointed to the butterfly specimen and said:

"It's called Isabel, and I asked someone to find it for you from South Africa. He sighed softly and muttered for a moment, his voice hoarse and low: "Legend has it that it only took three days and three nights from life to flight, to love to death......"

"Really?"

Leng Yue stared at the beautiful butterfly, staring, staring, her eyes were moist.

"Butterflies are beautiful angels, they are flying flowers. She said: "They dress the world in a variety of colors, in a thousand forms, and in a very enchanting ......."

"Yes. Mr. Deng's eyes were also moist. "It's so short to live and it's so touching to hear its story...... It left its life and beauty to the world, but it died and disappeared. ”

His moist eyes stared deeply at Leng Yue, and the feeling of heartache slowly increased.

"Isabel, the blue butterfly, in these three days, it has gained love and lost its life. He said hoarsely.

"Your gift is very peculiar, it impresses me!"

Leng Yue took the specimen and she looked at it for a while.

"I will treasure it, I will cherish this great gift until ......" her eyes flashed with sadness, and she couldn't go on.

Mr. Deng looked at her blankly, he did have a brotherly love for Leng Yue, he knew her physical condition, he knew that she was now like a candle in the wind and rain, and he didn't know which minute it would be extinguished.

It's been a long time, it's been a long time, and Deng Qingyun has been stunned.

His heart was full of all kinds of sweet and sour tastes, but he couldn't say a word in his mouth.

His throat was choked and his eyes were red.

"Brother Deng, are you-are you sad?" Leng Yue suddenly spoke, she suppressed her painful emotions, and looked at Mr. Deng, she actually smiled. "Are you feeling sorry for me? because I'm leaving?"

"Where are you going?"

Mr. Deng asked loudly, and his eyes were quickly covered with a layer of fog.

"Before leaving, I feel much more comfortable to be able to talk to you like this. Leng Yue smiled, her dark eyes like black gems soaked in mist. "What a blessing. She said.

"You are not allowed to leave without my permission!

"However, Yue'er is going on a parting trip alone. Her voice was soft and deep. "On the way to travel, you may meet people like Yue'er, people who go to another world......

"You must not think like that! Leng Yue!" Mr. Deng grabbed her two hands excitedly, and he buried his face in her palms. "Oh, Cold Moon, you don't know what you mean to me, you don't know how important you are to me......! Alive...... Otherwise, I'll go with you......"

He couldn't go on, and besides, he was in tears.

"Oh, Brother Deng, are you crying?"

Leng Yue pulled out her hand with tears in a panic.

"Brother Deng, after a hundred years, turn into a soul and come to me!" she lowered her voice and smiled: "Didn't you say that I shine as bright......ly as the moon?" It seems that only the soul is the shining moon. ”

She looked up at the sky outside the window.

The sky was so blue, so blue, and there were a few clouds, thin, high, moving gently.

"I'm just the kind of moon that is super popular for souls...... she smiled and continued, "If I face Brother Deng, I seem to have become an ominous moon, and I may even put you to death." ”

Leng Yue paused, her eyes blurred.

"I felt terrible and annoyed. ”

"How can you evaluate yourself like that?" Mr. Deng asked dissatisfiedly, "Why are you a terrible and annoying person?" He closed his eyes, feeling that the sour feeling was expanding more and more in his heart.

"I don't want to be that moon by your side!" Leng Yue said firmly, "From now on, please let me get out of the way-"

"Okay!"

Deng Qingyun's eyes widened.

"Get out of here, Moon!" he said, gritting his back molars.

"Finally waited until you spoke like this!" Leng Yue sneered: "Oh, Mr. Deng has known me for three years, but he has never had a heart-to-heart with me!"

"You are right about me. Deng Qingyun seemed to be serious and said, "I'm afraid that I will have a heart-to-heart relationship with you, and I won't be able to resist Yue'er's charm!" he shrugged his shoulders and forced a smile.

"Really?"

Leng Yue pretended to look at him relaxedly.

"If that's the case, and we're working together, you're going to look at me with vicious eyes!"

"Got it—" Mr. Deng lengthened his voice.

"Is Brother Deng joking?"

"No kidding, wow!"

"Then let's do it the most time!" Leng Yue stood up and stretched out a small white hand.

"Thank you, Yue'er!"

"Take care, Brother Deng!"

She shook his large, warm hand.

"You must be happy!" she said.

Leng Yue turned around, she was leaving, leaving forever.

Mr. Deng stared at Leng Yue, and in this gaze, every bit they had spent was clearly in front of them.

But at this moment, there was a noise from outside. And in the noise, it was mixed with Yuan Qingfeng's voice. The sound is hidden from time to time, sometimes high and sometimes low.

Mr. Deng was stunned, and Leng Yue was also stunned.

*

Yes, at this time, Yuan Qingfeng was walking into the hall of the consortium and into the secretary's room.

Seeing Yuan Qingfeng's arrival, there was a commotion in the hall, and the female staff who liked Qingfeng and the little secretaries in the secretary's room all looked at Qingfeng's body.

Although Qingfeng was anxious because of Leng Yue's disappearance, although he couldn't eat, couldn't sleep well, haggard and depressed, he had always dressed well, he looked casually, a simple black shirt, a black tie, a black windbreaker, and black trousers, but these, instead of giving him minus points, added to his sense of mystery and chic, his own heroism and coldness, but also made him full of masculine charm, and he was a little too beautiful.

"Oh, it's not a dream, is it?" The female clerk who had always had a crush on Qingfeng covered her mouth excitedly and widened her eyes. "It's not going to disappear if you touch it, are you?" she muttered to her co-workers.