Chapter 92

That night, Lin Junmai didn't come to pick her up.

Qiao ruochu finally lived in his own home.

Long lost warmth, she nestled in her bedroom, affectionately stroking one thing.

Mingming just left for more than a month.

But feel not here for a long time, as if everything has become a memory.

Her life has not changed much, but in her heart of less than seventeen years old, there is no way to have some vicissitudes.

The next morning drizzle, misty between heaven and earth, far out, a misty Jiangnan hanging scene.

Aunt Yu is too sick. The meal her father ate with her was silent and cold.

Before leaving, Qiao Qingya asked his daughter, "do you come back after you have released your studies?"

After asking, he regretted it. Did Qiao ruochu have a choice.

He waved his hand again: "well, it's ok if you are with him."

"I'll try to come back." Qiao ruochu said.

At school, Fang Jiying pesters Qiao ruochu and Yao Sitong for a spring outing on Saturday and Sunday.

"Let's hire a boat and bring a jar of daughter red. How about going boating and drinking?

”She is in high spirits.

Qiao ruochu can't go.

Her adoptive mother was ill, and Lin Junmai restricted her freedom. How could she be in the mood to play.

"My aunt is ill." Qiao ruochu said in distress.

Fang Jiying heard that there was a patient in her family, so she did not force her any more. She took Yao Sitong and went.

After school in the afternoon, when she walked out of the school, her heart began to worry. I wonder if Lin Junmai would let her stay at home for a few days and do her best.

His confidant, Tang Gu, drove his car and waited for her on the road opposite the girls' school as usual. He drove an ordinary private car, and everyone thought it was her own car. All the time, it didn't cause any trouble.

But Yao Sitong saw it carefully.

Qiao ruochu got on the bus and said to the driver, "my adoptive mother is ill. Please send me home."

The adjutant hesitated for a moment. "This subordinate doesn't dare to make decisions without authorization. Miss, you'd better go back and discuss with the chief of staff."

He only knows how to carry out orders.

Qiao ruochu's heart was sore, and he really wanted to chop Lin Junmai with a knife.

Back at the residence, Lin Junmai was very leisurely today. He was reading in his study and was fascinated by it. She had been back for a long time before he came out.

"What's the matter at home?"

Lin Junmai asked as usual.

"My aunt had a miscarriage." Qiao ruochu's eyes were full of tears.

Lin Junmai's straight nose moved, "your father is over forty years old, how do you not know how to maintain, and still fantasize about getting old?"

Asshole. Qiao ruochu bit fine waxy teeth, in front of Wan Yingru's face, did not scold.

"Get two people to help me at my house. There are not enough people at home Qiao ruochu knew that she was not at home. Lin Junmai's people relaxed a lot to Qiao's family, which made all thieves ready to move. Qiao Qingya was in great danger.

Lin Junmai turned black.

Qiao Qingya doesn't trust him for many times. He wants to make him suffer and sober.

"Please." Joe looked at him eagerly for the first time.

Her dark eyes seemed to have magic power. He almost lost his soul and immediately became her prisoner. He sent people to patrol Qiao's house in shifts.

He was in a good mood today. After dinner, he took Jo ruochu's hand and said, "ruochu, go for a walk."

Qiao's family is protected. Qiao ruochu is very relieved and takes his hand to the plum blossom tree.

The plum blossom has passed its peak, falling in succession, and the rose is red all over the place.

"Ruochu, that day I saw you take plum blossom on your head. It's very beautiful, like a Plum Blossom Fairy." Lin Junmai wound her green silk with his fingers.

When he saw it, Joro didn't know at first.

He broke a long branch with a few red plums. He made a wreath and put it on Qiao ruochu's hair.

The dark hair, the white skin, the shallow eyebrows and the full autumn eyes are like the Plum Blossom Fairy's yearning heart.

They walked slowly in the yard holding hands.

Until the moon is clear, I'm not willing to go back.

"Ruochu, would you like a dance?" His eyes and eyebrows are bright.

She listened. In the room, Wan Yingru was playing the piano.

The sound of the zither is like water. Sometimes it is as slow as a flowing spring. Sometimes it is as urgent as a waterfall. Sometimes it is as clear as a pearl falling on a jade plate. Sometimes it is as low as a whisper.

He couldn't help holding her waist and whirling up the dance steps.

Although Qiao ruochu's dance steps are awkward, he taught them from the beginning and soon cooperated with him very well.

His dancing steps are elegant, and his whole body is shining, as if to push back the bright moon of Yaotai.

She is reflected in his aperture, gently raising the white, gently relaxing the waist of the willow, cool catkin, let him warm, drunk.

Inside, at the end of the song, Wan Yingru glimpses the figure under the moon outside the window

She thought love was so beautiful.

"If early, the night is cold, go back to the house." He stops and kisses her green silk.

Suddenly I think of Gu Jun.

He's still waiting for her to get married.

How could she easily fall in love with the man who broke her marriage.

I felt as if I had just been drugged by him. I was led by his nose.

Qiao ruochu shook off his hand.

Ashamed and sad, she ran away. Lin Junmai caught up with her in three steps and dragged her into his arms.

Qiao ruochu has tears.

"Ruochu, what's the matter with you?" He asked.

"Mr. Lin, I just remember my identity." She replied.

"Ruochu, I don't care whether you've ever been married or not, and whether you've ever been with other men."

Lin Junmai said something against his will.

How could he not care.

For her two days in Shanghai with Gu Jun, he tortured himself for many days.

He also thought about whether to let Qiao ruochu go and help her and Gu Jun,

But he quickly denied that he could not do without her. If she left, his heart would be hollowed out.

But she didn't care.

Her lover, Gu Jun, is a modest gentleman, gentle as jade.

He is waiting for her.

He said she was the beloved wife of his life.

Lin Junmai, however, did not dare to think about what he had done secretly. When she thought about it, she was covered in a cold sweat.

"But I care." Qiao ruochu said in a low voice.

Lin Junmai picked her up, breathed hard, and said with some pain, "if you forget him, you will fall in love with me."

"No, at least not now." Qiao ruochu is in pain.

"Yes, I'll wait for you." He hugged her more tightly and found her lips to kiss.

Her lips petal like soft, sweet fragrance, almost to his heart melt, he loves her love obsession.

He will wait for her to fall in love with him and be his woman willingly. He will not force her. He has this confidence.

A firefly flew in front of them, with a smell of grass.

Qiao ruochu opened his eyes and reached for it.

Lin Junmai looked funny, but he didn't help her. He let her chase him.

"Will you catch one for me?" Qiao ruochu was tired of running and acted coquettishly towards him.

With a smile, he stretched out his hand, and several small lights flew out of his palm.

"I hate it. When did you catch it?" Qiao ruochu was angry.

He did not answer her, a gust of wind like to take her back, "play tired sleep.". Go to school tomorrow. "