Xue Zhibing finally sees Qin Yuanyang clearly. It turns out that this is the real him. How can she forget that this is the second young master of the Qin family? How can Qin's second young master love a woman without turning back?
He was suspicious, tentative, defensive and distrustful of her love.
This is not love, just not reconciled.
Xue Zhibing exhausted her strength to pull out a smile, she said: "Yuanyang, I have something to discuss with you."
Qin Yuanyang said, "what's the matter? Even though you are so polite to me. "
Miao Zixing is standing at the door. She stares at Qin Yuanyang hard. She almost doesn't take a knife to stab him.
Slag man, also pretend, good a pair of affectionate look, how can there be such a slag man!
Qin Yuanyang looked back at Miao Zixing's eyes and said, "what are you looking at? Get out. "
"Yes, boss," Miao Zixing kicked the door, "although this is my home, but don't be polite, boss. I'll go out now. You can talk slowly."
Qin Yuanyang was in a flat mood and everything was taken for granted.
Miao Zixing flushed her throat with a mouthful of old blood. She swallowed it and forced to close the door.
When I marry Cen Jiqian and become your cousin, I'll let you pour me tea!
Miao Zixing scolds at the door pointing to the sky and the earth. God, give this scum man a thunder!
The room is unusually quiet. Xue Zhibing's eyes are dim. She looks at his face carefully. Qin Yuanyang is born with the cool Lingli of power, handsome, and a sense of distance.
She had thought that she had completely entered his world, that she was his partner, and that she would spend the rest of her life with him. The fact told her that it was all voluntary.
Qin Yuanyang just stayed in his noble circle for a long time. Occasionally, she found that the humble and struggling little people in the small corner condescending to cross the high wall around him to tease the little pet. She thought it was love.
Xue Zhibing eyes astringent, such a man really does not belong to her, never belong to her.
She raised her hand and gently touched his hair. She cried all night last night, but she was too tired to raise her hand.
Hand on his shoulder, just touched his clothes, she took back, said: "can I Xu come to our company internship?"
Qin Yuanyang wants to hold her hand. Xue Zhibing holds her knee in her arms. She tucks her hand into her sleeve and invisibly opens the distance between them.
Qin Yuanyang always felt that she had changed a little, but he didn't find any change.
He said: "I really can't make up my mind about this. My elder brother wants her to go to Qin family. You know, my elder brother can't let her touch the business of performing arts."
Xue Zhibing mocked, "yes, Yixu married a young master at the age of 19, a piece of white paper, not stained by the world. The young master must have a good pain."
Unlike her, she has been floating and sinking in the circle for several years. In the eyes of outsiders, she is already stained. Even if she really married Qin Yuanyang, the so-called aristocratic circle would not really accept her.
Qin Yuanyang was so delicate that he said, "I just want to keep her by my side. I can't rest assured. I have no other meaning."
Xue Zhibing has no argument, and the argument is meaningless. Qin Yuanyang just cares about her past.
She said, "if I could get Yi Xu to come, would you agree?"
"If she wants to come to Shengshi, I can't stop her," Qin said
Xue Zhibing made sure, "OK, I'll tell her."