Chapter 931

When I saw him, my heart felt a pain.

That face is so much like him. I just wear sunglasses. I can't see the eyes.

"You don't need to talk much about bidding. Everything follows the rules." I heard his voice.

That voice will not be forgotten even after death. I remember it so clearly. It's Xiaobei's voice.

Xiaobei is so tall, and Xiaobei's face is like that.

"Moqianxun, push the fruit cart." Ji Li took another elevator and hurried me.

I pushed the fruit cart. I was so confused that I followed the manager in.

She smiled and said, "Mr. Ji, this is the fruit specially prepared for you by our Jinbi hotel."

At this time, he had taken off his sunglasses.

Sitting on the sofa with Erlang's feet cocked, those people stood and sat, but they were not too close to him.

It's Xiao Bei. It turns into ash. I remember him, too.

That eyebrow, that eye, that facial features, and that pair of hands, how can I not remember.

His hands often cover my eyelids, which is a warm movement.

"Mo Qianxun." the manager urged me.

I just recovered, but my eyes were wet.

"Mo Qianxun." the manager looked at me carefully and was startled. Then he gently pulled my hand and motioned me out.

He's in the crowd. I'm not willing to leave. I want to see him again.

The manager asked one of the hotel staff to pull me out. Tears kept sliding down like a turned on tap.

When she came out, she said to me, "moqianxun, what's the matter with you? If you scare this distinguished guest, you and I can't afford it."

"I..." I want to say something, but it's a little heavy.

"Why are you crying? If your eyes are uncomfortable, you can ask for a leave to have a look, Kobayashi." she called into the walkie talkie.

"Manager." rustle's voice came from her walkie talkie.

She looked at me and said, "Xiao Lin, come to the VIP room now. Moqianxun is a little uncomfortable now. It's not suitable to stay in the VIP service department."

"Yes, manager."

I shook my head. "Manager, I'm fine."

"Look at your tears. You said there was nothing wrong. No matter what you have, you can't bring it to work. Guests don't come here to see you cry. No matter when our hotel staff and no matter what your mood, you must greet the guests with a smile."

"I understand, I'm sorry." I really lost control. At the moment I saw him, tears were beyond my control.

Now, my heart is still jumping.

Xiaobei, it's Xiaobei. The living Xiaobei is no longer the one I thought of in my dream.

He is still alive. I don't believe there are such similar people in the world. They are so similar, even in the Qi field and breath.

But he looked up at me, but his eyes were so strange.

Xiao Bei, did you forget me.

I ran to the first floor to chat up the people at the front desk, took two boxes of fruit and asked them the name of the guest in room 10.

Ji Xiaobei.

The moment he knew, suddenly he really wanted to cry.

Once I loved you so deeply.

My heart beat like a plate of beads falling to the ground. I didn't know what it was like.

I got off work at five, but I didn't want to go. I wanted to see him more.

Xiao Bei, he is so close to me, so close that you can touch him, so close that you can look at him carefully, and you feel that it is a kind of happiness and happiness.

It's nice that you're not dead.

I didn't go to incense my tombstone again. I don't want to go. I don't think you should be dead. I think Xiaobei, who has good hands and eyes, is still alive.

Your father can design us once or again, can't he?

The mobile phone was shaking. Lin Xia called me before I came out.

I closed my eyes and sighed. I can't think too much. I'm a married woman. I have a family and children.

Xiao Bei and I are no longer the same kind of people. We smile bitterly and pack up our things to change before we go out.

The sun was still shining. I went out and walked a section of the way. Lin Xia's car was there.

The low-key black saloon car has a large space inside. He said that only in this way can Xiaoyu and I sit comfortably.

When he got into the car, he didn't drive right away. Instead, he smiled and bent over to connect my seat belt.

I've forgotten what I'm used to doing every day.

"I'll just come."

"Buckle it." he started the car: "let's go out for dinner today. Xiao Yu went to his grandparents' house. Let's have a good meal. What do you want to eat?"

"There's nothing to eat, Lin Xia. Why don't you go back!"

He looked at me in the mirror. "Isn't it uncomfortable?"

"No."

"Oh, there's a concert you like to eat. You can go there after eating. Ruan Li said there's a good restaurant nearby. It's worth trying."

I'm really not in the mood, but I don't want to brush Lin's sleep.

He turned on the radio in the car and happened to play Liu Ruoying's song.

At the end of the song, the host said in a pleasant voice: "the song of milk tea has always been so moving. The concert of milk tea in Beijing at 8 o'clock this evening is equally wonderful. Friends who like milk tea songs should not miss it."

I used to listen to songs less, but when I met Liu Ruoying, I would listen carefully. I like her songs and her temperament as light as chrysanthemum.

"That's her concert." Lin Xia smiled. "Just respect their unit as the organizer. I heard you like it, so I gave you two tickets."

"Lin Xia, we don't want to go to the concert, and we don't want to eat out. How about going home early?"

I don't want to listen to it. I like her songs and people who like her because they are crazy about love.

That once witnessed the unforgettable love between me and little BeiDuo. Lin Xia, you don't have to do this for me.

He didn't ask. I said twice that if I didn't want to go, he wouldn't force me.

The car went home. Today, he Ma's holiday was taken. It was dark.

He turned on the light, I took off my shoes, put my bag on the sofa and went to the kitchen to see: "Lin Xia, I'll cook two dishes."

"If you feel uncomfortable, don't cook. It's the same when I call to order takeout."

"There are a lot of dishes. It doesn't matter. We can still cope with it."

He fried two dishes, which were salty to death, but he didn't complain at all. He poured a cup of warm water and took the dishes to soak, and then gave them to me: "it's good for you to eat less greasy food."

"Yes."

"How's the paper going?"

"Still writing."

"Go and have a look after eating later. It doesn't matter. Take your time. When you write it out, I'll manage it for you."

I smiled, "OK, I'll do the dishes." I cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks and went in to wash them.

Sitting in the study and opening the document, I can't write a word.