Chapter 29

"Mr. Qiao is joking. I'm not a little girl who can't sleep without holding a doll. Where can I not get used to this Looking directly into the man's eyes, Ling Yan said with a smile.

Her affectation is relaxed, her words don't care, all deeply hurt Qiao yunmo's eyes.

"Please, don't call me that."

How much he wanted to rush up and hold her, rub the people on the tip of his heart into his own blood, so that she could no longer easily escape from his side.

He wants to tell her his remorse, let her back to the eyes, heart all put their own Lingyan, but, he committed the mistake, he has what qualifications to force her to forgive himself.

Touching the pain in his eyes, Ling Yan's smile stagnated.

Then there was anger.

It's him who abandoned her like my shoes. What's he doing now with this look of remorse.

However, her mood was easily affected by him.

She went over, raised her hand, slapped down the lid of the music box.

The music stopped suddenly, and the room fell into a suffocating silence.

"I'm a little tired. I want to have a rest." She gave a direct eviction order.

Now, she needs time and space to sort out her emotions.

Her decisive success made Qiao yunmo flustered.

"Well, I'll go out first." Then he went to the door.

Before bringing it to the door, he held the handle and looked inside.

Facing him, only Ling Yan's back.

In the air, a shallow sigh, thick to open.

"You have a good rest." The door was locked and only one person could be heard breathing in the room.

At the head of the bed, the music box was put there, a little crooked. Ling Yan's action of closing the lid just now was a little big.

She did have the heart to vent her anger.

Hesitated for a while, even if it is to turn a face to do not look, still can not wave the irritability of the heart.

After stamping her feet with hatred, she finally walked over and put the music box right.

As soon as the finger touched the real object, the memories flooded to her.

She gritted her teeth with anger.

It took Mingming three years to think about it. Mingming was sure that this time he came back just for revenge. Why was he still so frustrated to be affected.

Covering the position of the heart, Qiao yunmo and Ling Chengzhou's faces cross repeatedly in her mind, emotional and rational collision, she felt her head was about to explode.

The setting sun reddened half the sky.

Ling Yan is wrapped by the afterglow of the setting sun, sitting in front of the balcony, staring at two large boxes of luggage.

There was a knock at the door.

"Dinner is ready, madam."

A soul stirring, she just woke up. It was already dinner time.

Xu didn't wait for her response, but the person outside asked again.

Without further delay, she opened the door and went downstairs.

The servants in and out of the dining room were carrying plates, and the dishes were served one after another on the dining table.

"Here we are." Qiao yunmo opened the chair that Ling Yan often sat in and looked at her.

Ling Yan went over and sat down.

After seeing clearly the dishes on the table, she clenched her lips.

It's all her favorite food.

"You don't know." Then Qiao yunmo sat down next to her.

Pick up chopsticks, Lingyan hand from her nearest vegetables, fed to his mouth.

Less oil, less salt, refreshing taste, is her orientation.

Once upon a time, in that period of time when they had a deep love, such a heart could be seen from time to time, but it was just the deep love she thought.

Swallowing the food in her mouth, she slowly turned her head and looked at the people around her.