Chapter 19

It was evening when Tang Feng returned to the villa with Lin Yaoyao who had been playing for a day.

He thought Lin Mengjia had come back, but there was only the old housekeeper in the villa.

"Miss is busy with her work these days. She often comes back late. Mr. Tang and miss should have dinner first instead of waiting for miss." The old housekeeper had prepared a big dinner and said to Tang Feng.

When Tang Feng saw a table of delicacies, he had a big appetite. But when he heard the old housekeeper's words, he gently frowned: "she often works late?"

"Yes, since the founding of the company, the young lady has always been so busy," the old housekeeper shook his head helplessly. "It's not easy for the young lady, a girl's family, to start this career with her children alone."

Tang Feng is a little distressed. He should have sheltered Lin Mengjia from the storm, but when she needed her most, she didn't accompany her. No wonder she was angry with her.

"Let Yao Yao eat first, I'll wait for Jia - Miss Lin will come back to eat together."

After a day's play, Lin Yaoyao had dinner and simply cleaned up. Then she climbed into bed and asked Tang Feng to tell her a story. Before Tang Feng finished a story, she fell asleep.

When she fell asleep, the corners of her mouth still had a sweet smile.

Looking at the little girl like this, Tang Feng couldn't help kissing her gently on her forehead.

At the moment when his lips touched her forehead, the little girl suddenly stretched out her hand, held his neck, and called: "Dad."

Tang Feng's whole body was frozen, and he was in the same place.

The little girl didn't do anything else. She turned over and continued to sleep. She gave out a light smile from time to time. The call just now was just a dream.

But because of a dream talk, Tang Feng kept this posture. For five minutes, he slowly straightened up. Under the bright moonlight through the curtains, he looked at the little girl's lovely face and murmured, "Dad is here. One day, you will meet me and call out these two words."

When Lin Mengjia and Shangguan came back, it was already late at night. Tang Feng was still in the little girl's room, sitting by the bed, watching her sleeping. Hearing the sound, he came out of the door.

Lin Mengjia is tired and tired. It seems that she is not only physically tired, but also mentally depressed. She frowns. The whole person seems to be in a low pressure and in a bad mood. Her face is full of "I'm in a bad mood, don't provoke me".

Shangguan followed her silently, like a shadow.

"Miss is back," said the old housekeeper. "The food is cold. I'll heat it up later."

It's rare for him to stay up late at his age until now.

"Uncle Zhang, don't work hard. Go and have a rest. We've already had a working meal." Lin Mengjia forced a smile on the old housekeeper.

The old manager looked at Lin Mengjia with worried eyes, sighed, and went back to his room without saying much. Obviously, he was used to this kind of situation.

Lin Mengjia goes to the door of the children's room, pushes the door open and looks inside.

Tang Feng said to her, "Yao Yao has fallen asleep. She has a good time today."

Seeing the little girl lying on the bed, Lin Mengjia's tired face shows an indifferent smile, which is different from the polite forced smile to housekeeper Zhang just now, but a smile from the heart.

She walked into the room, went to the little girl's bed, bent down, gently stroked her hair, and said in a soft voice: "sorry, Yao Yao, my mother came back late again and didn't tell you a story. Tomorrow my mother will make it up to you."

Having said that, Lin Mengjia watched for a few minutes at the bedside, then walked out and closed the door.

During the whole process, Tang Feng accompanied Lin Mengjia, but she didn't seem to see him. She went out of the room and went straight to the stairs.

There was no one in the hall. Shangguan had gone back to his room.

Tang Feng step forward, catch up with Lin Mengjia, whispered: "Jiajia, what happened?"

Lin Mengjia stopped and looked at Tang Feng for a few seconds. Then he said slowly, "don't forget our rules. No one else is here. It doesn't mean you can call me Jiajia."

Tang Feng had no choice but to smile: "well, Miss Lin, you look very bad. Are you in any dilemma?"

Lin Mengjia did not answer, turned and walked upstairs.

Her appearance made Tang Feng angry and funny, so he took another step and said, "maybe I can help you find a way."

"It's no use saying that. You can't help me." Lin Mengjia said it directly, but in her tone, she did not despise Tang Feng's ability, but showed a sense of helplessness and bitterness.

This matter has come to a dead end. I'm afraid no one can help her. She has no mood and energy to tell others. At the moment, she just wants to have a good rest.

After two steps upstairs, Lin Mengjia stopped, turned to Tang Feng and asked, "did you go to the cemetery?"

Tang Feng didn't tell anyone about going to the cemetery. It took only an hour to leave, but Lin Mengjia easily guessed it.

The heart between the two is still there.

Tang Feng said, "well," when he saw that Lin Mengjia didn't want to answer, he knew that it was no use asking any more, so he stopped asking, and only whispered to her, "thank you."

Lin Mengjia knew that he was burying his mother for himself and going to worship him from time to time. Instead of looking at Tang Feng, she continued to walk upstairs and whispered, "it's what I should do, not for you, but for my aunt. She treats me like her own daughter, and I treat her like my own mother."

Her voice became lighter and lighter. By the time she finished, the whole person had gone into the darkness on the second floor.

Looking at her back disappear, Tang Feng's eyes, look complex.

Tang Feng went back to his room and didn't sleep. Instead, he sat on the bed with his knees crossed, leading the air flow in the Dantian field to swim around his body, making the power in the meridians melt.

However, he did not stay up for meditation, but was waiting for someone who, he believed, would come to find himself tonight.

As expected, half an hour later, a familiar breath appeared at the door.

The man seemed to be hesitant. He stood at the door and hesitated to knock. Tang Feng spread his voice out, only to let the man hear: "the door is not locked, come in."

The door was quietly pushed open, and a graceful figure appeared in the moonlight.