At the invitation of Mr. Deng, Leng Yue came to the consortium for the last time and walked into the magnificent and luxurious office hall.

She was greeted by the chief secretary Xiaoxi.

Seeing Leng Yue walk in, she stood up and greeted her.

Leng Yue stopped, she looked at the stream quietly, her eyes were quiet and deep, and her smile was warm and delicate.

Xiaoxi also looked at Leng Yue quietly, looking at Leng Yue who was dressed in white.

"Oh! Cold Moon Writer, you're here!"

It took a long time for Xiaoxi to spit out a hello.

Her gaze was still fixed on Leng Yue's body and face. She thought to herself, what kind of woman is this, light as a dream, elegant as a fairy.

"Yes, I'm coming, Creek. ”

Leng Yue looked at the familiar little face gently, and the love in her heart was self-evident. How special she is, how beautiful!

"Did you have a nice honeymoon?

"Do you know Siqi?" Xiaoxi asked as she stared at Leng Yue in surprise.

"I went to your wedding. Leng Yue smiled quietly, with a secret pleasure.

"The wedding was really romantic, so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful. ”

She glanced at Xiaoxi again, and said three good and beautiful in one breath.

"So, what about your wedding with Advisor Yuan Qingfeng?" Xiaoxi looked at Leng Yue, her eyes shining. "Isn't it coming soon?" she asked.

"Well...... this"

Leng Yue reluctantly squeezed out a smile.

Her eyes flashed with desolation, and her pale cheeks flushed.

"Writer Leng Yue is here, then go in quickly, my daddy is waiting for you. At some point, Yufeng was already standing opposite them.

"Okay. ”

Leng Yue perked up and smiled softly at Xiaoxi.

"Please, Cold Moon Writer. ”

The creek took the lead.

Walking to Mr. Deng's office, Xiaoxi stopped, she knocked on the door and opened it, and then politely let Leng Yue in.

Seeing Leng Yue, Mr. Deng's eyes quickly fell on her.

"Hey, Brother Deng!" Leng Yue greeted softly.

"Leng Yue, you...... Are you alright?" Deng Qingyun hurriedly stood up to greet him, and he walked towards Leng Yue.

"Well," Leng Yue nodded and said, "I'm fine." ”

"Sit down. ”

He stretched out his hand and pulled Leng Yue to sit on the big sofa together.

The moment he touched Leng Yue's body, Mr. Deng's eyes turned red, and an unspeakable heartache and almost sad feeling immediately surged in his heart.

This is a life that can be disillusioned at any moment! This is a girl who is about to leave this world!

He stared at the cold moon in a daze, his heart urged it, and God took it away.

Leng Yue leaned softly on the depths of the sofa, her eyelashes were half drooping, half hiding her misty eyes, her face was pale and lacked blood, and even her small lips seemed to be faintly white.

For a long time, Mr. Deng looked at her blankly, and he had a vague and unreal feeling.

Leng Yue, she doesn't seem to belong to the world, as if she is from another world, like a mysterious ...... She was pale, she was delicate, but she was still beautiful, and she was vivid, and she was vivid, and she was strange.

"You-" Leng Yue raised her eyelashes and spoke quietly. "Brother Deng is going to stare at me like this all the time, don't you tell me what's the matter with calling me here?"

"Oh!"

Deng Qingyun was stunned for a moment and woke up.

He shook his head, trying to get rid of the unreal feeling, he blinked again, and looked at Leng Yue carefully, he tried to smile, but he himself felt that smile was reluctant and stiff.

He stood up and stared at Leng Yue for a while, and then, he calmed down and made two cups of tea himself, which he put on the coffee table.

He turned, opened the filing cabinet, and pulled out a file bag. He sat down, took out the papers inside, and said:

"This is the document in which I bought all of Li Min's shares. He paused: "I don't know if you have heard that Li Min has lost the company." He pondered for a moment: "Speaking from the heart, I didn't intend to buy shares in the food industry, just because I have a great relationship with you, I want to help Li Min, and I also want to help Xiaoxi's in-laws." ”

"How would you like to help?"

Leng Yue's eyes drifted to the file bag, and he looked around the spread papers for a short while.

"Is it just to buy shares?" she asked.

Her eyes drifted to Mr. Deng again, and there was a faint sadness in her gaze, and a subtle, soft smile.

"Of course it's more than that. ”

Deng Qingyun greeted her, his eyes soft and deep.

"I want to return these shares to Li Min in your name. He said.

"But I ......"

Leng Yue lowered her eyelashes again, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was also bitter and sad.

"I ...... Soon, it's going to be gone...... Also, I'm not familiar with that home now...... If in my name......"

She pondered for a moment, then said:

"I think so, Leng Yue, who is asleep in the hospital bed, has a book manuscript for the sequel to 'Promise the Afterlife' with me, and it has not been published. She paused and looked directly at Mr. Deng solemnly. "I want to hand over the copyright of the manuscript to you and let you run it, and the manuscript fee is the remuneration for these shares, do you think it's okay?"

Leng Yue looked at him deeply, and without waiting for Mr. Deng to express her position, she said again:

"This book is Leng Yue's meticulous work, it is a work that will definitely sell well, and it will definitely be a big hit, and Deng will never suffer. And you will also open a way in the publishing industry, you will become a big publisher, you will become a giant in the publishing industry. ”

"Wow! Lend you auspicious words!" Deng Qingyun nodded excitedly, he said: "This idea is so good! It helped Li Min and opened a way for me, and at the same time, with Yue'er's manuscript, this is a triple win, killing three birds with one stone!"

"Thank you!"

Leng Yue looked at him with a smile.

"It's not easy to come up with such a huge sum of money to help us, thank you!" she said with a smile.

"I'm so sorry!" Mr. Deng looked at her intently, the eyebrows, the corners of the eyes, the bridge of the nose, the chin, and the lips...... "I'm sorry, I can only do a little help with money, but I can't do anything about your illness, I'm helpless......"

Mr. Deng shook his head painfully, struggling to restrain his urge to hold her into his arms.

He stood up, thought for a moment, and recited affectionately as he paced:

"Biying Tingting refers to coolness, the sun and the moon grow each other from spring to autumn, the clusters of red flowers are hopeful, and the waning moon is lonely and falls to the pond. The white head is dizzy, the twilight peaks are lightly dyed with brocade clothes, yesterday is not impermanent, only Qingyi dare not forget. ”

"Brother Deng!"

Leng Yue walked over, her steps were light and elegant, and that noble temperament was naturally revealed between a raise of a hand and a throw.

"Let's sit down. She took him by the arm and sat down on the couch together. She held his hand, looked at him with a smile, and said, "Brother Deng's literary talent is extraordinary, this is to rob Wen 'silver' of the job!"

Her eyes flashed, but, very quickly, she lowered her eyelashes, and after a while, she raised them again, sighed, and said:

"The love and hatred in this world have not been interrupted since ancient times, the moon is full and missing, people have clutch, love or hate, you think I have turned into a wisp of smoke, floating away from your life, no color, no smell, no trace, I think all this does not exist......"

Leng Yue's eyes were moist, and her tone trembled slightly.

"And I'...... And peace of mind...... You can leave with peace of mind. Just ...... Three years ago, he was dead, and now he is a ...... A lonely soul without an owner. ”

A teardrop slipped down, and she withdrew her hand, and she hung her head and continued in a whisper:

"I hope Brother Deng will live happily, take care of his body, find someone who loves you to marry, and live every day happily. ”

"Hmm. ”

He nodded, biting his lip.

He stared at her, speechless for a long time.

No girl had ever shaken him like this, and made him feel so sore.

He couldn't help but reach out and grab Leng Yue's small hands again, and he held her tightly.

After a while, he perked himself up and said:

"Some people say that love is the end of tears, but now I finally understand love, they are all wrong!" he paused, his voice choked. "In fact, love is an inscrutable butterfly! Dancing lightly, flying into people's quiet hearts...... I poured love into my heart, but that love flew away like a butterfly......"

Mr. Deng closed his eyes, and the feeling of heartache was amplifying little by little, tearing at his heart.

"I can't forget ...... in my heart," he sang, "the butterfly that gave me love......"

A wave of tears rushed up, his eyes blurred, and his humming stopped.

"Brother Deng!" Leng Yue subconsciously looked at him and said movingly: "I came today just to talk to Brother Deng and ......say goodbye well" She sighed lowly, her eyes soft and sad. "When I was with Brother Deng, I was very happy, in front of you, I didn't have to pretend to be myself, I could cry, laugh, and get angry...... Brother Deng is a good brother, and I love you very much. ”

"Don't comfort me. ”

Deng Qingyun gazed at Leng Yue gently.

"You're such a bad girl!" he said in a hoarse voice, "say something sad...... What to say goodbye to? What to talk to...... Although I knew from the beginning that you didn't belong to me, I still wanted to see you and have you for a long time...... Owning one, like a little sister, you!"

"Thanks!"

Leng Yue pulled his hand out of his palm.

Her hand was subconsciously scratched on the coffee table, and her mouth unconsciously whispered:

"If I say I'm sorry, then I'm too bad. So, I still don't apologize. ”

"Have you ever liked me?"

"I also like you Brother Deng very much now, and I will always wish you happiness. ”

"But, I'm not happy now!" Deng Qingyun looked at Leng Yue sadly and said, "Recently, I often wake up in the middle of the night, and I often can't sleep on my pillow, and I can't sleep all night. ”