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Three people exchanged greetings, Yan Luoluo asked: "Uncle Xi, are you going to see my aunt now?"

Smell speech, Xi Zhicheng looked to the direction of small attic, nodded: "right, I'm going to see Ling Ling now, I don't know if she slept well last night."

See Xi Zhicheng more and more into the state, Yan Luoluo and mu Beihan also sincerely feel happy for him, they nodded, said: "in this case, then we don't disturb you, uncle Xi, you go to see my aunt, I guess my aunt has awakened."

Xi Zhicheng just stood behind her and watched her comb her hair, just like she did decades ago.

They came to situ Lingling's bedroom together. Situ Lingling sat down in front of the dresser and began to comb her hair without saying a word. She didn't mean to invite Xi Zhicheng to sit down.

Even so, just following situ Lingling, Xi Zhicheng felt very satisfied.

Situ Lingling went straight upstairs, as if Xi Zhicheng didn't exist.

Xi Zhicheng was very happy. Although situ Lingling's reaction didn't reach his expectation, at least she didn't reject him. It shows that he still has a chance!

Situ Lingling glanced at him indifferently. She didn't answer "yes" or "no". She turned and left directly. However, when she left, she didn't close the door. Instead, she kept it and let Xi Zhicheng come in.

In the face of situ Lingling, he didn't know what to say. He was like a little boy who was just in love. He didn't even dare to look into situ Lingling's eyes.

Xi Zhicheng was a little nervous. His voice trembled uncontrollably: "Lingling, I came to see you. Did you sleep well last night?"

See Xi Zhicheng, situ Lingling pupil subconsciously contracted for a while, but soon returned to indifference, she like last night, indifferently asked: "what are you doing?"

Situ Lingling was wearing that white wedding dress, but she didn't make up. She looked like she had just woken up.

Soon, the door was opened. It was not others who opened the door. It was situ Lingling who was thinking about it day and night.

After a moment's hesitation, Xi Zhicheng raised his hand and knocked on the door, waiting at the door.

But he has to face it himself.

To tell you the truth, he was very nervous. He was afraid that what he saw after opening the door was still situ Lingling's indifferent eyes and eyes. It was too difficult for him to accept that kind of eyes. He would rather situ Lingling hate himself and complain about himself, but he didn't want her to look at himself with a stranger's eyes without a trace of temperature.

When he came to the attic and knocked on the door, his heart hung high for no reason.

Xi Zhicheng looked at these two strange, intelligent and kind-hearted young people, and he only felt that his choice was very correct.

With that, Yan Luoluo pushed mu Beihan to another direction.

All of a sudden, Xi Zhicheng's heart moved. He didn't know where he had the courage. He went straight forward and took the comb from situ Lingling's hand. He combed her long hair, which was not messy.

Even though she has been ill for many years, situ Lingling is still taking good care of her hair. Her long hair is as smooth and glossy as it was 20 years ago.

In the face of his sudden action, situ Lingling was stunned for a moment, but soon changed into that cold look, staring at Xi Zhicheng through the mirror without saying a word, staring at him all over.