Ye Qingting was just about to go to the building when he saw his housekeeper shaking his head at the door and couldn’t help asking, What happened to Liu Bo?
Liu bowen turned and smiled. Oh, nothing. The little girl who lives next door has just left. And he lifted the tray in his hand.
Greeting ceremony Ye Qingting walked past, and the exquisite sight sent a short stop for a moment, looking out into the courtyard where there were still people.
Yes, I heard that I just got back from America. No wonder there are Americans.
America Ye Qingting Zheng.
Yes, she is a well-bred child. Recalling the scene just now, Liu Bo smiled only to find that this young master, who was small and big, was strangely asked, Young master, aren’t you going to help Miss Ying with her luggage?
Ye Qingting returned to God and took the pie from his hand. I’m a little tired, Liu Bo, so you should help her.
Good Master Liu Bo bowed his head slightly and went downstairs with meticulous steps.
America?
He walked a few steps to the gate, glanced at the quiet community outside the courtyard and looked down at the pie in his hand. Suddenly, he smiled naively, shook his head and closed the door.
Lingxi Spring is almost dragging its stiff feet and slouches at home.
Lonely lonely expectation dim but never like at the moment.
If she stays for one more second, she is afraid that she will lose her face on the spot if she really looks at the boy who has been thinking about it for many years.
She didn’t even take off her shoes at home, and her legs sank to the ground.
What’s going?
Why do you have to entangle an answer?
Now it’s a good day. Even her fantasy is deprived.
She feels that she can know who that sweet beauty will be without thinking.
Who else can you live 
in Ye Qingting’s house if you are not a girlfriend?
He has a girlfriend, and he has already.
How many years have they talked?
How deep is the feeling?
One after another, the questions popped up like trying to crush her. For so many years, she refused to imagine the truth. Now it is in front of her eyes. Chest pain is rampant and flooding along with her tears. She didn’t cry, but tears flowed one after another.
She couldn’t wipe away the tears and closed her eyes tightly. It seemed as if she had returned to junior high school, and the cold and dusty boy was smiling at her.
In some young years, dreams will eventually return to strangers, but she never thought that forgetting would become so long that even today she has not forgotten him.
So this moment she suddenly felt that she was a little hate him:
Chapter 22 Chaper 9
For two days in a row, she left her room depressed for two days in a row. When Li Zixin knocked on her door on Monday morning, she ended up sleeping all night.
The people in the room responded that Li Zixin shouted a stream doubtfully against the door.
Still no response.
She thought for a moment, holding the doorknob and trying to turn it.
The door is unlocked.
She gently opened a silent and opaque curtain in the concierge to keep out the morning sun, and a few naughty rays of light slipped in through the cracks in the corner of the French window, which brought some faint light to this dark room.
What time is it? I haven’t woken up yet
Li Zixin frowned and went to the window to open the curtains. The bright light immediately vented a room. She went to the window of Lingxi Spring and gently pushed Xiaoxi wake up.
Lingxiquan was woken up when he fell asleep. What are you doing in the early morning?
Her voice was hoarse with a hint of wakefulness. Li Zi called her Don’t sleep. You won’t stay at home and forget about going to the National University to report today.
Ling Xiquan opened her sleepy eyes, and the sun was a little dazzling in the room. She could block her hand and blink blankly.