The last thing that came out of the villa was the chat of summer lime.
I haven't seen each other for half a year. The mental state of Xia Ling chat is obviously better than that in London. She looked as if she had returned to her normal state. Her short hair came up to her neck, and her face was small, white, delicate and capable.
Tang Qing sees her like this, understand Xiao family already almost calm down, she opens mouth slightly, is about to talk, Xia Ling chats: "what do you come here to do?"
Tang Qing pursed his lips and said, "I want to see him."
"To whom?"
"Xiao Fengting."
Xia Ling said calmly, "he is not what you want to see. You should know who you are. "
Tang Qing asked, "what do you think is my identity?" She stood at the door, looking straight at her and chatting, "I want to see him. You let me in or let him out."
Her tone was strong and direct, full of irrefutable momentum. She frowned slightly, but unexpectedly, she didn't say anything else.
She just said, "it's not that I won't let you in, but that he doesn't want to see you now. "
on hearing the speech, Tang Qing gave a sarcastic smile. Her tone had never been so sharp:" when did Xiao Fengting become such a coward? "
Xia Ning chats at her: "he is here with you, always very timid, you should know."
The smile on Tang Qing's face was even more ironic. She laughed and murmured: "where should be timid, what should not be timid is cowardly?" She raised her head and looked straight at Sharan. "I want to see him. You let me in. I think you should want me in, too, don't you? "
She looks a little angry with her lips slightly tightened and her jaw line tightened.
After a long time, she slowly exhaled a breath and turned around: "you come with me Don't make a noise. Don't make noise
Tang Qing slightly shook hands and walked in silently with Xia Ning chat.
Xiao's yard is no different from her memory, but the servants who come and go are already strange faces. The osmanthus trees that had just been planted in the courtyard are now lush and lush. The fragrance of Osmanthus fragrans in the air makes her vaguely recall the memory of living here in the past.
That crazy, bitter, full of tears of the day, because of this little flower fragrance, also become not so obscure and gloomy.
She stopped and looked at the countless osmanthus trees in the yard.
"What's the matter?" Xia Ning chat stops and turns her head to look at her. Seeing that she is looking at those osmanthus trees, she smiles sarcastically, "do you like it? At that time, he cut down those hundred year old trees in the yard, and ordered them to be planted, so that you can have fresh osmanthus cake every day. "
Tang Qing slowly withdraw sight, face calm without wave, just way: "go."
Xia Ning chatted with her expression of no emotion for a while, and said softly: "Tang Qing, you are more cruel than I imagined."
Tang Qing said: "if I were so cruel, I would not come here."
Xia Ning chatted and pursed her lips slightly. She dropped her eyes and finally did not speak again. She led them into the villa hall.
This place is still the same, empty, quiet and depressing. It's like a cage, swallowing up people.
Just now, it seems quieter here. The villa is also dying, along with its owner.
The chat led them to the door of a room. Her voice was very low: "don't go in, donning."