Chapter 28

The changes in this city can be described as rapid changes. What's more, three years have passed.

Familiar road, strange street view, and the taste of memory in the air.

The scenery outside the window sped away, Ling Yan sat in the back row, and the past passed in my mind one by one.

In the driver's seat, Qiao yunmo looks at the people in the back seat from the rearview mirror.

In three years, nothing could affect his mood.

In addition to seeing her again, there was what happened in the hotel lobby just now.

When neither he nor Jing Haozhi would give in, she chose herself.

All kinds of uncertainty in her heart turned into a secret joy. Her heart, from the beginning to the end, had his.

Suddenly, the man in the mirror moved.

He flurried his eyes to the front, for fear that she would see her childish behavior like a little boy.

"Why are you driving?" This time, the first sentence was actually said by Ling Yan.

In my memory, there has always been a driver in Qiao yunmo's car.

Holding the steering wheel, Qiao yunmo's thoughts drifted away.

The plane accident three years ago made him think that he had lost her. It was at that moment that he clearly realized that the love of his life had left him.

His heart and mind are split, countless times, he wants everything reversed.

If he could do it again, he would not easily put her life out of control.

"The car is too small." He only answered this sentence lightly.

Ling Yan looked at the spacious space in the car and was stunned for a moment.

The rearview mirror clearly reflected the change of her expression, and Qiao yunmo sighed softly.

Those worries in his heart, even if the moment shaking his heart, in the end is speechless, especially in front of the beloved.

This kind of mood, I'm afraid, can only be seen in the young man who is just in love.

The hotel was not far away from Qiao's villa, and they arrived in less than 20 minutes in front of the evening peak.

In three years, too many people and things have changed. Only this villa stands there quietly, as if time has no effect on it.

All the way silent, with Qiao yunmo behind, Lingyan straight to the second floor.

The servant pushed open the door of the master bedroom, put away his luggage and returned it.

It's the same old household shoes and the original bedroom. After entering the iron gate, everything in Ling Yan's eyes seems to be more copied than three years ago.

A restlessness suddenly rushed to the forehead, Lingyan strode to push open the window, looking outside, to a blind for net. The parasol tree outside the

window has reached the height of its reach.

As if he had won the bet in anger, a voice in his heart said: "look! After all, there are some changes that can't be controlled by that person. "

Familiar music sounds, accompanied by the sound of wind blowing leaves, fluttering in the air.

Following the source of the sound, she looked over.

On the silver base, Cupid shaped dolls rotate in circles.

"Without this music box, I don't know if you are used to it all these years." Jomo's voice was uncertain.

He prayed in his heart that she could not cut off her dependence on the music box. At the same time, he prayed that she would always put his place in her heart, even if it was just a small piece.

Ling Yanhuo raised his eyes.