The private treasure of the president of the wealthy family Ⅰ

Chapter 826 Across a dark night of memories, it rains violently.

The black car drove through the rain, passed through this confused city, and finally drove to that bamboo forest, that villa...

The rain strips from the car windows fell one after another.

Tang Kexin suddenly leaned against the car window in a bad mood, staring at the raindrops as they fell one after another...

Zhuang Haoran looked at her silently, hugged her in a very puzzled manner, and asked softly, "What's wrong with you?"

The driver held the steering wheel and looked at Kexin in the car mirror with some doubts. She was still a lively girl during the day, but why did she change at night?

The car gradually stopped in front of the villa.

The white building, as if it had received the induction, instantly lit up the lights, and the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor shone with a warm white light, reflecting the green bamboo leaves...

Facing the heavy rain, the driver got out of the car and quickly opened the door.

Zhuang Haoran quickly hugged Tang Kexin and walked out of the car nervously. He quickly faced the heavy rain, took a few steps, and rushed into the house. He lowered his head and saw that she was still haggard, and asked distressedly, "Kexin?"

Tang Kexin leaned on Zhuang Haoran's shoulder, and when she heard the call, she moved her eyes a little, glanced at the surrounding environment absently, and then relaxed her body, standing wetly in the living room, standing silently. with.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhuang Haoran looked at her nervously again.

Tang Kexin blinked her tears lightly, and suddenly realized that she was weak and weak, and wanted to fall off.

"Kexin!" Zhuang Haoran immediately hugged her body, and said nervously: "Okay, no matter what happened to you, but you are all wet now, go take a hot bath first, and change into clean clothes. If not, you'll catch a cold..."

"No..." Tang Kexin's voice faintly said, "I want to go home..."

Zhuang Haoran's heart seemed to shake heavily, his eyes flickered, he looked at the girl in front of him, and said with some excitement: "Are you leaving me again for a reason I don't know?"

Tang Kexin blinked her tears, and looked enthusiastically at the man in front of her.

Zhuang Haoran hugged her tightly, and said nervously and excitedly: "I can't bear this kind of blow!! It seems that if you go out from here tonight, you will never come back! You have to go far away like a lifetime away! I don't Keep chasing, you keep running! Is this a kind of destiny..."

A cold little hand gently covered his lips.

He remained silent, staring at her with fiery eyes.

Tang Kexin looked a little helpless, looked at him, and said quietly: "I just feel wet, I don't have any clothes to change, it's quite embarrassing to be here..."

Hearing this, Zhuang Haoran immediately looked at her, relaxed a little, but still said nervously: "There are a lot of clothes here!! You can't wear them all in a few lifetimes."

Hearing this, Tang Kexin looked at him with a gentle smile.

Zhuang Haoran looked at her expression eagerly, and then said with a bit of tenderness: "Stay...is it okay?"

Tang Kexin looked at the nervous man and suddenly smiled.

Zhuang Haoran breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately walked upstairs with Tang Kexin in his arms...

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The door opens.

The entire living room is filled with a lot of luxurious furniture. On the other side of the bedroom, there is a very comfortable bed, the fashionable and charming white desk, several documents are placed, and the white reclining chair is leaning against the floor-to-ceiling windows. After reading this foreign masterpiece, it flutters in the wind, and bamboo shadows appear again and again...

Zhuang Haoran walked into the room with Tang Kexin in his arms, and walked towards the bathroom in silence...

While hugging his neck, Tang Kexin looked at Zhuang Haoran with gentle eyes.

Zhuang Haoran also glanced at her lightly, then carefully placed her by the door, and asked softly: "Will you go in and wash yourself, or should I help you..."

"I hate it..." Tang Kexin patted his shoulder lightly.

Zhuang Haoran smiled slightly, and looked at her warmly.

Tang Kexin's heart skipped a beat, and she said nervously and shyly, "Then I'll go in and take a shower, just put... just put the clothes by the door."

"Hmm..." Zhuang Haoran still looked at her with fiery eyes.

Tang Kexin swallowed softly, without daring to make a sound, she took two steps back slowly, retreated into the bathroom, bit her lower lip and closed the door softly.

With a click, the door was completely shut.

At this time, Zhuang Haoran finally turned around nervously. This was the first time he was with Tang Kexin in a sober state, which meant that this woman was willing to stay with him throughout the night. He was so excited that he was speechless for a moment. Come on, I want to call Su Luoheng right away, but feel ashamed, I immediately throw the phone on the bed, turn around nervously, and walk to the left side of the bed, the Nuoda closet room, all kinds of T-shirts, suits, casual clothes, long Long placed in a luxurious and shiny dark cabinet, he quickly walked through various T-shirts and slacks, not knowing which one to choose, but when he thought about it, he suddenly felt embarrassed Leaning heavily in front of a certain cabinet, she smiled sweetly.

Time passed bit by bit.

Nine o'clock in the evening, such a confusing and lively time.

Tang Kexin finally took a shower. She was wearing a white silk nightgown, a silk nightgown outside, and slightly damp long hair. She walked barefoot and walked out of the bathroom gently, but she looked around the entire quiet bedroom. Seeing Zhuang Haoran's trace, she just felt the faint piano sound of "clementine" in the distance. She blinked her eyes, and wanted to take a step forward just now, but was attracted by the white cloth in front of her. She turned her eyes and raised her head...

The fluttering white cloth was fluttering in the wind, intending to fall, but it covered it lightly. The last time I saw it, it was tightly wrapped. Now it seems that it is almost finished...

With some curiosity, Tang Kexin stared at her gentle and fiery eyes, before taking another step forward...

A gust of thunder slammed down, and the whole sky was like daytime. The gust of wind blew in, brushing Tang Kexin's fluttering long hair. She was about to fiddle with her long hair, but she heard a noise in front of her. The moment she raised her head, the white cloth It floated up with the wind in an instant, left the mural, and fell to the ground...

A huge jigsaw puzzle picture, which is close to the wall, appears. In the picture, a man and a woman are wearing white shirts of the same style, sitting close to each other on the green grass of the Cambridge campus. The handsome and charming man is She tilted her face and kissed affectionately on the girl's face. She showed a sweet and shy smile and looked in front of the camera. She was actually so sweet and happy.

There are also several artistic and chic characters under the picture: Dedicated to my favorite Kexin...

Tang Kexin's teary eyes widened in shock. She looked at the huge oil painting and the man and woman in the puzzle. They were so happy. Tears rolled down sadly and movedly. She remembered the happy time when the two of them were in Cambridge, and at the cake shop. , holding the bread by myself, squatting in the rain and crying, crying to keep that man... and the streets and alleys where the bicycle drifted, the two embraced affectionately on the boat on the Cam River, beside the villa swimming pool, he gently Caressing my little face, the scent of flowers...

A burst of painful sobs came softly.

"Yes, Zhuang Haoran... I'm back..."

Tang Kexin clutched her lips tightly in pain and twitched, letting the tears fall, thinking of the day she was in the hospital, as the picture of the woman in the carriage gradually became clear, and the moment she fainted, all the memories of the past came back, just... It's just that she is so reluctant to part with such a lively and lovely self, such a reluctant and affectionate man, and pining for her own life. She raised her head heavily and painfully, and looked at the man and woman in the jigsaw puzzle. Their lives are so lightly leaning together. , and my own sweet and happy eyes, I seem to be able to see how sad this man is and how much he misses himself when he is putting together this huge pattern...

"Zhuang Haoran..." The girl in front of her approached the jigsaw puzzle so longingly, looking deeply at every grid, every line, all filled with deep affection, no matter how unbearably sad she squatted on the ground, remembering Against her father's objection, she twitched her body, tears rolled down, and whispered softly like a sob: "Dad... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... If life can be restarted, I would rather throw away that memory and start over with him... But Can I throw it away, can you throw it away? I love him so much...I really, really love him..."

Tang Kexin knelt in front of the oil painting, remembering what the woman said: You don't need to look for her, she will come to you consciously, show you her enthusiasm, show you her beauty, She automatically captures your soul, helps you find the source of happiness, and inspires the most beautiful moments in your life!Sometimes, you think her mission is done, but she is always there! !In a corner you don't know! !Perhaps, that bit of floral fragrance has returned before you know it!

She cried again, pressed her chest hard, and said with tears streaming down her face: "I want to bring him happiness, I want to bring him happiness... I will do everything I can in my life to bring him happiness... I beg You, fulfill us... because if you stop us from being together for my happiness... I will never be happy in this life... Please forgive my daughter and dedicate yourself to this man. No matter how many difficulties and tribulations I experience, I I all hope to be with him...you make my daughter perfect...I beg you, you make my daughter perfect...I don't want to do this again, there is a memory in between, as if I love life and death, no matter what happens, I decide Facing all the pain and suffering of life, stepping over the thorns, we must be with him..."

Desolate and painful cries poured down, rising up in this stormy room.

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