Chapter 56

"If you want to step on it, I'll step on it. I'll buy it again." Xiao Yanqiang held his breath, picked up Bora's key on the table and went out to the florist.

Jiang Qianhe squatted at the entrance of the stairs. Tears of grievance surged out. Her hands were bloodstained by roses, but her heart was more painful.

I don't know when Leng Qingge stood behind her, without comfort, but squatted down silently to pick up the broken petals.

Jiang Qianhe suddenly turned around, took Leng Qingge's hand, looked at her cautiously, and cried, "don't promise him, will you?"

The woman was careful, and Leng Qingge had found that Jiang Qianhe's look was wrong. She was not surprised that she put forward such a request.

She asked with a sneer, "are you in love with him?"

Jiang Qianhe is silent. It's the default. Maybe she hasn't thought about it yet, but she absolutely doesn't allow Xiao Yan to be with Leng Qingge.

Especially in the fire, at the moment when she was dying, Xiao Yan rushed in on a black 70 motorcycle. In her opinion, the motorcycle was a white horse, and Xiao Yan was a prince on a white horse.

For her rich second generation, she had been exposed to many fairy tales when she was a child, and had no chance to fall in love when she grew up. The longing for love in her mind is all the stories in fairy tales.

But she was overbearing since childhood. When she met Xiao Yan, who didn't eat her, she was completely flustered. She didn't know how to face it. She didn't even dare to summon up the courage to show her heart.

"I promise you!" Leng Qingsong is still the cold voice, without any emotion, but the flowers she picked up hurt her hand, and the fresh blood stained on the petals, especially gorgeous.

"So... Are we still good friends?" Jiang Qianhe knew he was a little sorry, and Leng Qingge shook her hand.

"Fool, of course." since he became a friend, he has always been cold and tolerant, because Jiang Qianhe is spoiled and doesn't know what tolerance and concession is.

"Qingge, it's very kind of you!" Jiang Qianhe looked at Leng Qingge happily.

"I'm tired, go back to sleep!" Leng Qingge took away some remnant flowers, which belong to her, but it's a pity that they were trampled to pieces by her best friend.

She was also a best friend. When she was at Harvard Medical School, she was just a Japanese student. She was in the same bedroom with her. She was very close.

Four years ago, Leng Qingge promised to pursue him for a long time and take care of her elders. The senior student's name is Li Chen. He is now a close friend of Xiao Fei, the chief physician of the first cancer hospital. It is better to say that Xiao Fei is his attendant.

Li Chen is excellent and can stand out in Harvard with talents everywhere. He was attracted by Professor Peter, a famous brain medicine expert, and became a closed disciple.

At that time, there were many girls around Li Chen, but Li Chen turned a blind eye and only fell in love with cold songs, which attracted the envy of many people.

It's not in her heart to go to college, but she doesn't love Li Chen's weak scholar. She yearns for the man with blood smell on the battlefield.

Therefore, lengqingge was reluctant to promise Li Chen until Li Chen was about to graduate. She invited her to the prom and publicly expressed her love to her at the prom. The scene was grand. The roses were spread into a sea of flowers. It was very romantic. At the instigation of everyone, she couldn't save his face and agreed. That night, they held hands for the first time.

She is a persistent person. At the moment of holding hands, she is ready to give her heart to him. They agreed to get married when they returned home after graduation.

The dance was very lively that day. She was praised by the stars and was as happy as a princess. But that night, Li Chen, who returned to the dormitory on the pretext of discomfort, was blocked in Li Chen's rented house by cold songs.

Lengqingge took the medicine and the stewed soup, and was ready to fulfill his obligation of being a girlfriend. It turns out that roommates and girlfriends who often don't spend the night in the dormitory are now lying naked on their boyfriend's bed.

The weather in Boston was a little cold that night. It was so cold that the heart of the song was frozen. Since then, her heart was closed and never opened to anyone until Xiao Yan appeared.

Unfortunately, some people's fate is doomed, and lengqingge is a woman who doesn't love to fight for. She comforted herself that after all, Jiang Qianhe put forward it openly, not as shameless as Xiao He Naizi.

When Xiao Yan came back with the flowers he had managed to buy, the door of Leng Qingge's room was closed and could not be pushed open at all.

"Beauty, the first time I met you, you took away my soul. Half a bowl of noodles warmed my heart. I don't know when to move my heart, but I really fell in love..." Xiao Yanqing cleared her throat and confessed outside the door with roses.

"Stop talking, I'm tired and going to bed." Leng Qingge leaned back against the door and tried to restrain her tears.

Xiao Yan touched his nose, but he was thick skinned. He coughed and continued, "Oh, can't you go to bed after I'm finished? It'll take you a few minutes."

"I don't want to hear it. Stop talking."

"Why?"

"I hate you. I hate men. Don't bother me in the future. I'm upset when I see you!"

Listening to the crying voice inside, Xiao Yan was very distressed. He was distressed by the cold song and his confession was rejected.

Is she really a lesbian? This is a disease that needs treatment.

However, Xiao Yan is not in the mood now. He said in a low mood, "Qingge, please rest early. I won't disturb you."

When she went downstairs, Jiang Qianhe groaned with schadenfreude. Soon her eyes turned to the bouquet of flowers. The florists were closed and stained with soil. She must have picked them in the nearby park.

"I'll give it to you if you like. I won't serve you today. Go out and play. Borrow your car." Xiao Yan took the key from the Porsche 911 this time.

"Where are you going? Take me!" Jiang Qianhe happily looked at the rose in his arms, but after chasing out, he only saw a car butt.

Upstairs, bursts of low sobbing voices came out. Jiang Qianhe had never heard the cold song cry, and he felt quite remorse in his heart. But the woman's selfishness finally stopped her at the door and finally returned to her room.

Xiao Yan took a few laps around Binhai Road. He spent a lot of time following the song. On the contrary, he was more flustered, so he dialed a phone.

"Xian'er, where are you? I need to indulge and vent today."

"Brother nine, shall I take you to Miss Zhao?"

"Poof... It's not necessary. You can drink with me. Where are you?"

"I'm in the Queen's bar, not far from the seaside cabin. Come here. We've been drinking all night." Lin Xianer had a loud voice on the phone, next to the deafening heavy metal. Suddenly Lin xian'er shouted, "Hey, what are you doing? Get away..."

Xiao Yan knew that there was a situation. He hit the navigation and sped to the Queen's bar with one foot of the accelerator. Today, I was in a panic. It depends on which turtle sun hit under his fist.