Chapter 2296

American plasma films are very boring. The atmosphere depends on blood. Xiao Fengting is bored and wants to yawn. Tang Dien takes it seriously. When he sees a tense place, his fingers will unconsciously grasp his arm.

Xiao Fengting then moved his eyes to her face, watching her with the plot for a while nervous, while relaxed, more interesting than watching a movie.

How do you say something?

You can think that a person is good-looking, smart and interesting, but if you start to think that person is cute, it's over.

For example, he now looks at her to see the movie, thinks she is really very cute.

You like a person, may be because she is excellent, brave, intelligent, but fall in love with a person, sometimes it does not need so many reasons.

This is probably the difference between like and love.

Xiao Fengting gently kisses her face and sighs silently in her heart. The plot is getting tense. The murderer takes a chainsaw and chases the leading characters running around the room. The atmosphere is suppressed to the extreme. Tang Qing looks at it intently. Because of Xiao Fengting's harassment, he whispers, "don't move."

Xiao Fengting gave a low smile, only thought that how she saw a movie was so interesting. She quietly stretched out her hand, grasped her fingers, and held her slender, cold fingertips in the palm of her hand.

He wanted to have a chance to speak his heart, but he thought that she was so smart that she could understand some words without him.

Knowing the silence, sometimes silent refusal, between them, can do a, but can't say love.

To say love to one person is to get another person's response, but he knows that he will never have any response in his life.

That end is empty.

Zero is always zero.

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in the evening, Tang Qing woke up again from the sleep of memory fault.

as like as two peas, she looked up and looked out the door. The sunset was no different from what it was yesterday. It seemed that she woke up the same way as yesterday.

The nerves on her temples were throbbing and aching. She raised her hand and rubbed it. Then she heard the maid ask her, "Miss Tang, would you like to have dinner?"

"Xiao Fengting people." She asked softly, frowning, still feeling uncomfortable.

"The little Lord has something to do tonight. He called us and told us that if you wake up, he will serve you for dinner first."

“……” Tang Qing is silent for a while, hear Xiao Fengting is not in, slowly spit out a breath. She shook her head and said to the servant, "I'm not hungry now. I don't want to eat much. Please take me upstairs. It's too cold. I'll go back to my room and have a rest."

She has always had no appetite. If Xiao Fengting didn't stare at her every day to eat, she could not eat a mouthful of rice all day.

The maids were also a little afraid of her. When they heard Tang Qing say so, they didn't force her to send Tang Qing to the building. Then they secretly called Xiao Fengting and reported the situation.

The man's tone is light, it seems to have expected, and did not say anything more, just a way: "I know."

Hang up.

Tang fell on the bed, holding the quilt, closed his eyes, and did not fall asleep. That was to say, he let his consciousness sink into a comatose state, thinking nothing and thinking nothing.

Just as she was about to go to sleep, a woman's scream suddenly woke her up from her lethargy. She subconsciously opened her eyes, and suddenly an idea came to her mind that there was someone in the room!