Chapter 320

A Xin takes a notebook seriously to write down Chu Jiaojiao's main points of soup making. Facing the main points of one two three, he asks carefully.

"I'm sorry, Miss Chu. What does this yam look like? I seldom go to the vegetable market. I really don't know."

"It's a common yam. You'll know when you go to the market."

"Oh, how about this sparerib? When can I put the yam in it?"

"When the spareribs are boiled to a certain extent, the soup will become thick and light white. It's good to put yams at that time."

"Well, I'll write it down. Miss Chu, just a moment."

A Xin asked while slowly writing, Chu Jiaojiao frowned as if she had found something. It felt like a Xin was deliberately delaying time. He asked a Chinese yam stewed spareribs no less than three times, but still didn't remember.

As Ling shaotian's assistant, how could this memory not exist? It's obviously teasing her.

Despite her resentment, she was patient and said it slowly for the last time.

Chu Jiaojiao saw that he had finished writing and stepped forward quickly. Ah Xin still wanted to stop her. Then Chu Jiaojiao said with a cold face: "assistant Chen, I don't care what you think. I hope this is the first time and the last time. After all, I have a bad temper."

After that, she turns to leave and goes straight to the teahouse. Sure enough, Ling shaotian's figure is no longer there. She turns to stare at ah Xin angrily and leaves the rehabilitation center with seven inch hate sky high, because an Xiaoqiao is facing the golf course and wearing a sick suit. Even if she looks around, she doesn't find that the big, wavy woman with long hair is an Xiaoqiao.

Watching Chu Jiaojiao leave, Ling shaotian comes to ah Xin's back, hands on his shoulders, and gives him a knowing look. Ah Xin turns respectfully: "you're not well, you'd better take a wheelchair."

"You go, I'll stay here for a while." Ling shaotian sits on the wheelchair, glances at an Xiaoqiao and orders faintly.

Ah Hsin nodded knowingly and left.

An Xiaoqiao didn't expect to meet Ling shaotian here. When he came to his side in a wheelchair, he was surprised for a moment in his eyes and said hello like a friend who nodded.

"Let's talk." Ling shaotian comes straight to the point. His voice is always calm and gentle. Time has changed, and they both have a lot of precipitation.

Even if there is so much in the past, but two people meet again but can treat calmly, this is also a kind of growth.

"Good." An Xiaoqiao frowned, but still nodded.

Ling shaotian pushes his wheelchair forward. An Xiaoqiao takes a look at the golf course. Li muyuan and Mr. Mai enjoy themselves and get up behind him.

After passing the U-shaped rehabilitation center, he came to the corner and stretched out on the glass balcony. Ann Xiaoqiao sat on a cane chair.

Looking ahead, I can see a green scene. My quiet face is calm. It seems that I have gone through all the vicissitudes and finally precipitated. Although my face is pale and haggard, it is full of soul stirring beauty, especially the eyes, which are like bright stars in the vast sky.

Looking at such an Xiaoqiao, Ling shaotian's heart crossed a warm current, but it turned into a faint pain.

How could such a quiet woman hurt herself like that.

"Your family is going to immigrate?" Ling shaotian knows the news, but he still wants to confirm it again.

An Xiaoqiao took a look at Ling shaotian, then changed his posture and nodded: "yes, ready to immigrate."

"Is it all arranged?" Ling shaotian put his hand on one side of the table, like an office, solemnly asked.

"Yes."

An Xiaoqiao doesn't seem to have his mind here, and his eyes are wandering. He looks around. Ling shaotian thinks about it and finally says something about Cha Sijie.

"In fact, chasijie didn't really want to betray Xia Yuanyuan. He couldn't help it. Someone poisoned his medicine, and it was too late to find it."

"Poisoned? He... "

"After he died, the child could not be saved. He didn't want to make Xia Yuanyuan sad, so he asked the doctors not to save her. This choice was also for Xia Yuanyuan's consideration."

"What do you think? Yuanyuan has been living in pain all her life. Is that what chasijie thinks? He thinks that Xia Yuanyuan hates him because he is burdened with all this. Then he forgets him and finds someone else."

Ling shaotian hears an Xiaoqiao's anger and frowns. He wants to argue, but he can't find a word.

Looking at Ling shaotian speechless appearance, an Xiaoqiao said again: "no love, where to hate, Cha Sijie is too selfish."

"He thought..." Ling shaotian argued, but was interrupted by an Xiaoqiao.

"Do you think that men like to use their own ideas to speculate about their own women? How do you think that others will follow your conjecture?"

Anxiaoqiao because excited, his face showed a touch of bright red, looked at lingshaotian frown, mood unpredictable appearance, immediately aware of his reaction.

Sighed, light mouth: "forget it, the dead have gone, we say what is in vain, the most sad is Yuanyuan, life is not like death alive, I hope she can be strong.

"I'm sorry." Ling shaotian suddenly said, apologized for all the things that had hurt her.

"I'll forgive you, but I can't forget it, so Ling shaotian, you don't have to feel sorry for me. After all, love is a matter of two people from the beginning to the end, but I went to sing a monologue, and everything is over."

An Xiaoqiao is relieved, has the kind to extricate the fetters relaxed.

Hearing her saying this, Ling shaotian's heart is like losing his soul in time and space. His calmness, introverted and profundity are all absent. There is a voice roaring in his heart.

No, it's not like that. You didn't sing a monologue. I have you in my heart.

The fluctuation in her eyes was seen by an Xiaoqiao, but she chose to ignore it.

The two of them are destined not to be together in this life. When Ling shaotian sees an Xiaoqiao's evasive eyes, he knows that it's too late to say anything.

"Do you hate me?" All the complicated moods condensed into a sentence. As an Xiaoqiao said just now, there is no love and no hatred.

An Xiaoqiao seems to understand Ling shaotian's meaning. She looks at him with clear eyes and does not dodge at all. She responds positively: "I thought I would hate you to the bone. In fact, looking back, we are all right. We just met the wrong person at the wrong time, so it is doomed to be a mistake."

She did not have the original palpitation for him, the only idea is to accompany her family peacefully for a lifetime.

After so much, let an Xiaoqiao understand, in fact, love is really not so important, life has a lot of helplessness, for example, thought that the vicissitudes of two people, turned into a stranger.

Ling shaotian didn't know what to say. He also turned around and looked at the green in front of him. The hot and dry summer made his heart expand. Even if he took a deep breath, he still couldn't calm down.

"Mistake, do you think our past was a mistake?" Questioning tone with a little bit of anger, at this time, he can't be calm after all, let an Xiaoqiao leave.

It was the deepest voice in his heart.

"You said it was once, so Ling shaotian, let the past go."

Anxiaoqiao no longer fear, cold eyes, on his fierce, said flat.

"But I don't want to, Ann. It's only now that I find I can't lose you at all." Ling shaotian suddenly frowned, some afraid of an Xiaoqiao's insipidity.

Ling shaotian is confessing, but an Xiaoqiao is indifferent. There is no waves in his heart. After watching him quietly for a long time, he doesn't say anything. He stands up and leaves. He walks determinedly without any hesitation.