Chapter 1997

When song Huiqiao's plot in the Northern Dynasty was exposed, she was fully prepared to die.

Death, for ordinary people, is quite terrible.

But for song Huiqiao, who has received death education since she was a child, it can't be said that drinking cold water can cause diarrhea, but she really doesn't pay too much attention to death.

But after she witnessed Han Xuan's tragic death, she realized that there were many forms of death.

She just know, once she can't complete Exorcist to her task, she will die than Han Xuan even miserable.

Song Huiqiao is afraid.

She was afraid of death at last.

In order to survive, or not to die like Han Xuan, she has to do something.

Using her only weapon at the moment, beauty, to set a trap for goofy.

But unfortunately, she failed.

Gao Fei is now very straightforward to tell her that the only person he can be afraid of has died early this morning. From then on, no matter what he wants to do, he will not have any scruples, including abandoning song Huiqiao.

Song Huiqiao doesn't know who that person is. She just sees that Gao Fei didn't cheat her.

After the final plot was revealed, song Huiqiao was completely desperate, even lost the courage to plead. She sat on the carpet like mud, staring at a place with her eyes blank, as if she had no soul.

Goofy stood up.

He has said all that should be said. There are still many things waiting for him to do. He really doesn't want to waste his time with a stupid woman who doesn't see the coffin and doesn't shed tears. Her life and death have nothing to do with him.

Goofy opens the door and goes out.

He looked back at her before closing the door.

Song Huiqiao is still sitting in the same place, back to him, did not move, just like a statue.

Poof - it's a soft sound. It's the sound of closing the door.

Song Huiqiao's body trembled for a moment, all her strength disappeared, and then she collapsed on the ground, even breathing was so difficult, but the tears flowed wantonly.

From the moment the door was closed, song Huiqiao knew that she was dead.

Only the difference between how to die.

Tang Peng will drive her out of Yunxiao Pavilion. Now she has no value to him. She will walk on the street like a walking corpse, but it will not be more than half an hour before she is robbed by a car. Then, she will disappear from the world forever.

Just as she has never appeared in the world, people may know her name many years later from the top secret of the Northern Dynasty: Song Huiqiao, the former second lady of the Northern Dynasty, has died.

She has a chance to survive after being brought back by goofy.

But she didn't cherish it. She thought that with her last weapon, she could win the hope of a comeback.

Stupid.

I'll give up my life.

She didn't regret it. She wasn't even afraid.

She shed tears, it is because now, she found that she has not had time to enjoy life, fall in love with this beautiful world, in vain failed to live up to God gave her this pair of good skin.

Tears wantonly horizontal flow, also don't know how long, song Huiqiao closed her eyes.

She wanted to sleep and never wake up.

But there is a voice, but very annoying from behind her: "I lack a secretary, do you have the confidence to do well?"

It's the sound of goofy.

He closed the door and went out. Why is he still in the room?

Just like a person whose heart stopped beating and was shocked in the process of being rescued, song Huiqiao's heart suddenly moved again. With the tears of breaking the dike again, song Huiqiao's anger suddenly returned to herself and made her sit up from the ground and look back.

With dim tears in his eyes, Gao Fei stood behind the door, arms in his hands, looking at her like a God who pities too much suffering in the world.

"I, I --"

Song Huiqiao wants to shout out very much, she is confident to do the work well, but she can't say it in her mouth, she just nods her head desperately.

"Then get up and come with me."

Gao Fei said, opened the door and went out.

Came to the corridor, looking at the end of the window outside the beautiful sunshine, goofy gently sighed: "Alas, when can I overcome the weakness of heart?"

People who are really soft hearted love to cry.

Lian Chunfang loves to cry, even though she is now shedding tears of joy.

She is going back to Shencheng, together with Tang Wenju, who has returned to normal.

This trip to Beijing is a nightmare for Aunt Lian.

In these days when she came to Beijing, she didn't have time to go to the square that she had been longing for since she was a child to see the solemn flag raising ceremony. What's more, she didn't have the opportunity to stand on the Great Wall, spread her arms and shout to the distance: Meng Jiangnu, I'm here, where are you?

These days, she has been staying in the cloud Pavilion club, and is tormented by the sudden stupidity of Old Tang.

Beijing is very beautiful, incomparably yearning, after all, here is the heart of the motherland.

Lian Chunfang vowed that she would never come to Beijing in her life.

"Mom, don't cry all the time. It's hard for me, young master."

Seeing his mother always wiping tears there, Tang Peng's nose was sour, and he even blamed himself.

Which son in the world doesn't want his mother to laugh all day, heartless?

Originally, Lian Chunfang was heartless, but after a trip to Beijing, she became heartless, which made Tang Peng feel very uncomfortable. He went to hold his mother and wanted to whisper to her, but he didn't know what to say.

Nestled in her son's generous arms, Lian Chunfang suddenly found that her son, who used to be shameless, was now a man. The kind of indomitable can protect her in turn, just like she protected her when she was a child.

She shouldn't cry, she should laugh.

Isn't it also because of filial piety that my son asked her to come to Beijing?

It's their old couple's life that's why they're involved in those bad things. It has nothing to do with their son.

"Well, boy, I won't cry."

After wiping her nose on her son's clothes, Lian Chunfang looked up at Tang Peng's eyes and said in a soft voice, "son, my biggest hope now is to be like your neighbor Aunt Wang, holding a boy with a handle all day long and showing off in the street."

"Oh, I just changed my clothes. It's a pity that you made me dirty."

Tang Peng screamed, then looked back at Pan Dongdong and said with a smile, "OK, I just want a boy with a handle. I want some. I'll let sister Dong produce them for you in batch."

Pan Dongdong's pretty face is very red.

"Smelly boy, you know how to make me happy!"

Lian Chunfang punched her son on the chest, then straightened his collar and said in a low voice, "go and say goodbye to that shameless old man. He's sorry to come here."

Looking up at the old Tang standing alone at the ticket gate, Tang Peng walked over with a smile.

In the past, if Lao Tang was in the airport waiting hall with so many beautiful women, his "presbyopia" would have turned away as if he had installed a motor.

But now, he looked up and studied the electronic screen seriously, and turned a blind eye to a pair of big and long legs with double sex.

This trip to Beijing made Lao Tang understand a lot.

He felt that after he went back, he could write a book called "Jinghua is heaven and hell".

A cigarette came over.

Tang Wenju looked down and reached out to pick it up, but then he stretched his black face and said in a serious tone: "this is the waiting hall. It's a non-smoking area! You dare to smoke here. I'm so sorry for what I taught you. I'm so disappointed! "

Looking at the old man, Tang Peng was relieved. He patted him on the shoulder and said, "Old Tang, if you can think that you can't smoke here, it proves that you are really back to normal, then I can rest assured."

"I scolded you. When can I use you to worry?"

Tang Wenju sneered and scolded. He raised his hand and twisted his son's face. He said in a low voice, "we are all men, aren't we?"

"A man, of course, or a man who stands up to heaven and earth!"

Tang Peng also wanted to reach out and give his father a hard hand, but because of the suspicion of unfilial behavior, he had to give up: "Dad, you can rest assured to go, I..."

Tang Wenju's tone is not good to interrupt his words: "I know, after I die, you will give me to wear hemp and wear filial piety, who let me only have you a unfilial son?"

Tang Peng then realized that he had said something wrong. Just as he was anxious to explain, Lao Tang's tone slowed down: "boy, it's your duty to be filial to Laozi. I didn't, do you understand? "

"I understand. Dad, I'll be fine. Do you remember the first time I secretly drank, I promised you that when you were 80 years old, I would be drunk with you? "

Looking at Old Tang's tired black face, Tang Peng suddenly wanted to cry.

"Of course I remember, and I'm sure I can wait until that day. But you have to work hard. Let's solve these problems first. "

With a smile, Lao Tang looked at Tang Peng's back.

Tang Peng subconsciously looked back and saw a tall girl waving to him through the window of the waiting hall, with an obvious ingratiating smile on her face. Not far behind her, there was a small Otto.

Alas, how did the best come? When Tang Peng sighed, his eyes suddenly stagnated.

He saw that not far behind Jing Wuyan, a girl in a black windbreaker was walking down from a car.

"Xing IELTS looks a lot more haggard than before."

Tang Wenju's old eyes are still sharp.

Tang Peng did not like to hear that, just Lengleng looking at the sentence IELTS, do not know what to think.

Old Tang laughed and gloated: "son, be careful to deal with these girls. They are more difficult one by one, but they are not as simple as your mother. I believe you know better than me. Well, I'm gone. Finally, congratulations on your trouble. "

Nobody likes to be in trouble, nor does goofy.

But sometimes, men have to take the initiative to get in trouble.

No way. Who made Mr. Gao a softhearted man?

Sitting on the comfortable leather chair in the barber shop, Mr. Gao flipped a beauty magazine at will. He was blown drowsy by the air conditioner, so he really went to sleep.

I don't know how long I slept. It seems that someone touched his shoulder.

Gao Fei immediately opened his eyes, and then saw a beautiful woman in a black white-collar suit standing in front of him, with an elegant and reserved smile: short hair, bright eyes of black frame plane glasses, showing the ability and shrewdness of urban white-collar women.

"Oh, why, are you going to sit in this chair?"

After a moment's stupefaction, Gao Fei stood up and was about to take out a gentleman's shelf. When she asked the lady to sit down, she said with a smile in a soft voice, "boss, is it time for us to have dinner?"