Li Huang Leng for a moment, embrace her?
What do you mean?
She looked at Xi Muqian, puzzled.
Xi Muqian awkwardly cleared his throat: "I don't know what to say to comfort you."
Hearing this, Li Huang stopped.
She did not expect that Xi Muqian would comfort herself.
Xi Muqian looked at her expression and saw that she didn't seem to appreciate it. He simply stepped on and continued: "it's not rare."
Li Huang hurried forward and blocked his way.
Because his position was one step lower than Xi Muqian's, Li Huang could only look up at him.
"Don't get me wrong, Muqian. I'm not rare. It's just that four years have passed, and everyone has passed the time of grief to be comforted. Even if someone mentions my sister to me now, I can still accept the fact that she has passed away, so... "
As she was saying this, Xi Muqian held her in his arms.
Li Huang's forehead touched his heart, listening to his heart beating wildly.
Xi Muqian pretended to be proud: "since it's not rare, just accept it honestly, so as not to embarrass others."
When he finished, Li Huang chuckled.
The young master's character sometimes looks like a pure child.
She said, "well, thank you."
Xi Muqian looked down at the top of her head and raised his lips slightly.
When the party returned to the villa, they all sat together for lunch.
Li Zhao thought about the children. He raised his glass and said to Xi Muqian and Li Huang, "Xi Shao, bend, thank you for taking care of Xi Xi these days. This child should have given you a lot of trouble."
Li Huang speechless: "brother, it's all a family. Why do you say that? Besides, Nancy is very good. There's no trouble at all, right?"
She said, touching Xi Muqian with her elbow.
Although Xi Muqian's face was expressionless, he nodded in cooperation.
Li Zhao said, "thank you or thank you. In the next few days, I will be in China, so let Nancy come back to live with me."
Li Huang was a little worried: "Dad's injury to me is not serious. It shouldn't last long."
Li Zhao nodded: "I know, but I still want to take Nancy with me
Li Nancy said happily: "can I live with my father again? Oh, great. "
Li Huang nuzui: "you have no conscience, as for so happy? Why don't you give up your aunt? "
Li Nancy looked at Xi Muqian and said, "I can't bear my aunt and even my uncle. Dad, my uncle can tell bedtime stories."
More?
Li Huang was not satisfied, so he turned to see Xi Muqian.
This guy, in just a few days, conquered her nephew son's heart?
It's out of order.
Li Zhao rubbed Li Nancy's head: "really, it seems that my father has to learn from my little uncle."
Li Nancy said with a flattering smile: "Dad is also very good, great."
Xi Muqian, who has been eating calmly, is a little envious of the interaction between father and son.
He Is it time to consider having a baby?
Thinking of this, he subconsciously turned to look at Li Huang.
I don't know Does she have the idea.
In the afternoon, Nancy stayed directly with Li Zhao.
Li Huang went home, collected Nancy's things, and asked Lao Ding to send them to Li Zhao.
All of a sudden, the family had no children, and it was quite clean.
After turning around Nancy's room, Li Huang looks at Xi Muqian at the door.
"Muqian, do you feel empty without someone in your family?"
Xi Muqian didn't say a word.
Li Huang felt that he was a little self defeating. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "by the way, you like quietness. You should be more comfortable when Nancy is away."
Xi Muqian released his arms, turned around and walked out: "if you feel empty, you will have one by yourself. Only those that belong to you will be left here reasonably."
Have one of your own?
Li Huang seems to be frightened. He stares at Xi Muqian's back. He hasn't recovered.
Is this really what Xi Muqian said?
Xi Muqian did not return to the company, but went downstairs to the study.
Li Huang also went back to his room, turned on his laptop and rushed to work.
I'm busy. A small window pops up in the lower right corner. There's mail.
Seeing that the sender was camel, Li Huang raised his lips and immediately opened the mailbox.
"Did the last proposal go well?"
Li Huang's quick reply: it's very smooth. It's going forward now. Next, I'm going to purchase materials.
After the email was sent, I thought it would take a long time to receive a reply. After all, camel used to reply to her email very casually. Sometimes she didn't contact her every ten days and a half months.But this time, she only waited for a few minutes and received a reply email.
"Is there a way to buy?"
Li Huang is excited. Is this great God so leisurely today?
She replied quickly: Yes, now in China, only one enterprise has produced this kind of special glass which can be used for aerial imaging, and has applied for a patent. I have talked with the founder of their company before, and I can go to see the products at any time.
Li Huang sent out, simply did not mind work, waiting for the big God's reply.
Sure enough, the other party quickly replied: "you're great, you're doing well."
Li Huang covered his lips and snickered. Nothing is more enjoyable than being praised by his idol.
When she was thinking about how to reply again, Dashen's email came again.
She was busy. The content was: can I ask you a personal question?
Li Huang was a little surprised, but he replied: Yes.
After a few minutes, camel: are you male or female.
Li Huang thought for a moment. Did she never mention that she was a woman?
Yes, there are few women in this line.
Her honest reply: I'm a woman.
Soon, camel sent another email: there are few girls in this business. You are very familiar with this business. You should have been doing it for many years. Are you married?
Li Huang looked at the content, a little suspicious.
She remembers very clearly that when they first met, she once asked a question that had nothing to do with their major. After a long time, Dashen replied, "I don't like chatting with people. If it's not an unsolvable professional problem, it's better not to disturb each other's lives.".
From then on, she and Dashen only talked about professional affairs, not personal affairs.
But today, Dashen not only answers his email frequently, but also inquires about his private affairs.
Her hand, gently pinching chin, is too wrong, is the big God's mailbox stolen?
See her half ring did not reply, the computer that end of the people, fingers fidgety on the table gently tapping.
Does this woman have the courage to admit that she is married in front of strangers?
In other words, this marriage for her, simply do not want to mention, or even difficult to talk about the existence.