After Gu Beicheng left the room, Leng Qingguan, who was lying on the bed, slowly opened his eyes.
Looking at the place where Gu Beicheng stood just now, she was a little stunned.
The bright moonlight came in from the window. The breeze was blowing the broken hair on her forehead, but her heart was so cool.
After a while, Leng Qingwan calmed down and sat up from the bed. The man's ruthless figure was always flashing in her mind. She frowned and her heart was like a mess.
Now her mind seems to be a mess of porridge, sleepless, so she got up from the bed, pursed her dry lips, and walked slowly to the door.
It was quiet all around, and there was no sound outside.
Leng Qingwan carefully twisted the door handle and crept out.
She was thirsty, so she went around to the kitchen, poured herself a glass of warm water, and then walked slowly to the bedroom.
Originally, she didn't care much about other things, but when she came back, she passed the study and saw a person lying in the dark paint study. With a sudden step, she turned her head mechanically and fixed her eyes on the person in front of her.
At that moment, just for a moment, she just felt that there was something sad accumulated in her heart for a long time, and then all erupted at this moment.
Gu Beicheng was lying on the sofa, his eyebrows tightened, his face slightly heavy. Sometimes a breeze blows up the curtain in front of the window, making the door creak. And Gu Beicheng's heart is also like a snow, cool heart.
Leng Qingguan just stood in front of the study and looked at Gu Beicheng, who was sleepy on the sofa. There were complicated things flashing in his eyes, but his heart was so sad.
Her eyes were a little dry, so she blinked and looked at the clock hanging on the wall. She was a little distracted.
She knew what she had done, and what a dirty image she had been stigmatized by those villains who didn't know the greatness of heaven and earth. But the most important thing is that the most important person in front of her doesn't choose to believe her. On the contrary, she is more and more disgusted and disliked
Leng Qingwan rubbed his swollen temple and looked up at Gu Beicheng on the sofa. His mind was like a pile of weeds growing constantly. She didn't have the heart to stay, so she had to shuffle back to the bedroom with a glass of water.
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The next morning.
The warm sunshine shines down in the sky, like strands of gold thread through the branches and leaves, mottled into the embrace of mother earth.
Leng Qingwan, who was sleeping on the bed, turned over uneasily, and then opened his eyes vaguely. The glare came down. She was so excited that she jumped out of bed. She didn't even have time to put on her slippers. She left the bedroom and ran to the study in a hurry.
She rubbed her eyes hard, went to the study and opened the door.
But the sofa was already empty.
Outside, there are birds singing merrily in the branches. This clear and pleasant voice reverberates in the ear, so beautiful, but it seems to expand the sadness of the woman in the inner room.
She opened her mouth and her eyes grew dull.
Did he... Sure enough... Still hate himself so much? Do you believe Yang Ruoxi, or do you think you can't compare with her? She's the only one in your heart.
She pulled the corner of her mouth with self mockery, gently wiped away a drop of tears from the corner of her eyes, turned to leave, and her heart was cold.