After rebirth, the soft and small milk bag vest can no longer cover

He thought about it for a moment and began to understand what she meant by what she said.

It was as if he was in darkness, and one day he was taking a breath in front of the window of Mumu Group, when he met a little girl who suddenly broke in. She was like a beam of light that shone on him without hesitation, making him feel warm. For the first time in the past two years, he felt sincerely comforted.

The nature is the same.

So he understands.

But Qian Jiahong didn't say it. He looked at the dark environment in front of him, rubbed his palms and said lightly: "You are so smart, you should be able to understand it."

Lin Sisi lowered her eyes and curled her lips in a low voice: "I'm not smart, I don't know either."

Qian Jiahong looked at the little girl, thinking that she looked smart but was actually very stupid, so he explained softly: "Because she once saved the heroine and gave her warmth, so that in the end, the heroine always made excuses for her. She must have thought in her heart that her aunt must have a reason for doing this, right?"

"..."

Qian Jiahong's words made Lin Sisi feel a chill down her spine.

She looked up at Qian Jiahong, her face not looking very good, but she still raised a slightly stiff smile and said, "You act as if you are the heroine in the story. I almost believed it."

Not almost, Lin Sisi already believed it.

The words that came out of her mouth were just a lie, she just wanted to hide her beating emotions.

She didn't expect Qian Jiahong to be able to give such a convincing reason.

Indeed, she had prayed for Lin Qizhe in her heart and found many reasons for him. Most of the time, she was wondering if he had been used by others to do such a thing. After all, he was so good to her when he was a child. How could he be killed without any reason? This was a completely different explanation.

When the two looked at each other, Qian Jiahong continued slowly: "People will change. You should never trust someone who treats you well, because you never know when that person will change and become someone else than what you remember."

Lin Sisi looked at him, not knowing whether he was warning her or talking to himself.

But she still waved her hands in front of him and pouted, "It's just a novel. Why are you talking about so many life lessons? You're making it sound like I can't even trust my brother. It's like he's going to stab me in the back in the future."

Qian Jiahong turned his gaze away and whispered, "I didn't mean that. I just..."

After that, Qian Jiahong stopped talking.

Lin Sisi propped up her body with her hands on the smooth floor, raised her head to look at the sky, and asked, "Qian Jiahong, I believe in my brother, so I want to believe in you too. You won't be like other people who change their minds at any time, right?"

She felt that Qian Jiahong really knew too much as an eight-year-old child. After all, the more a child knows, the unhappier he or she will be.

She understood, after all, she had just told him that she was very similar to him.

Qian Jiahong didn't expect the little girl to ask this. He followed her gaze, raised his head and looked at the dark sky, and hummed softly.

"I won't be someone else."

Lin Sisi suddenly chuckled when she heard this, patted his arm casually, and said with a smile, "Didn't you understand what I said? You are Qian Jiahong, can you turn into another boy? What I mean is, you shouldn't turn into Qian Jiahong, who is a stranger to me, in the future."

Almost the moment she finished speaking, Qian Jiahong responded.

He looked at the girl's eyes that curved into crescents and said lightly, "It won't change."

He also doesn't want to become the person he hates.

-

Lao Lin sat in the car, sighing from time to time at the time on his watch. More than forty minutes had passed and his young lady had not come yet. His heart was beating non-stop and he was very flustered.

But Mr. Mu didn't come, and he was indirectly relieved.

In fact, he wanted to go look for the lady, but when he thought about what he would do if he left and the lady came back and didn't see him, he hesitated for a long time and still didn't leave.

As for why Lao Lin didn't stand outside, it was because his old rheumatoid arthritis could not hold up. Besides, standing alone in the parking lot would really attract attention. It would be bad if he was mistaken for a suspect, so he sat in the car and watched what was happening outside.

After a while, a man appeared in Lao Lin's sight. He was wearing black clothes and had a straight back. Because it was dark, his face could not be seen clearly.

It was banquet time, and Lao Lin was still quite curious about the sudden appearance of a lone man. He came to the parking lot for no reason. Was he going to drive home? Was he not going to attend the banquet?

The man walked forward, and Lao Lin saw at a glance that there was a Wuling Hongguang parked in front of it. After all, among these luxury cars, this Wuling Hongguang was the most eye-catching, and it was also the car of Mr. Mu’s friend. Mr. Mu’s friend liked the Wuling Hongguang brand, so he bought many kinds.

Lao Lin crossed his arms and muttered: Is that Mr. Mu's friend? How come he doesn't look like him from his figure and appearance? It doesn't look like he is going to drive a Wuling Hongguang.

Who knew that Lao Lin guessed wrong.

The man walked straight to the Wuling Hongguang, opened the door and got in. The car started, the front lights flashed, and then it drove out.

Old Zhang rubbed his eyes in confusion, feeling that something was not right.

But then he murmured, "Who cares who opens it? I just need to take care of myself."

Just five minutes later, Lao Zhang's cell phone suddenly rang.

This gave Lao Zhang a scare.

I took it out and saw that it was indeed President Mu calling.

He pressed the dial button tremblingly, swallowed his saliva, and called out softly, "Mr. Mu."

The banquet was noisy and Mu Jingxian was unable to spare a moment. After discussing cooperation with the foreigner, he naturally sat down and began to eat, drink and chat. Time was passing quickly and he was really worried about his sister, so he took the opportunity of going to the toilet to call Lao Lin to ask about the situation.

"Is Yueyue still sleeping?"

Lao Lin felt extremely guilty, his heart was pounding, and when he heard President Mu's cold voice, he felt as if all the strength had been drained from his body.

"Yes, she is sleeping... Miss is sleeping soundly now."

Old Lin said this with a guilty conscience, so he spoke in a very low voice. Mu Jingxian didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He thought that Yueyue was sleeping soundly now, so it was understandable that Old Lin spoke in a low voice, so he nodded softly without any doubt.

Before hanging up the phone, Mu Jingxian asked Lao Lin to take good care of Yueyue, after all, he would not be back for a while. After saying this, he thought about it and added another sentence.

"If Yueyue wants to come to see me, then you can bring her to see me, understand?"

Lao Lin took a deep breath and said, "I understand, President Mu."

Mu Jingxian hung up the phone, and Lao Lin patted his chest and gasped for breath. He touched his forehead and found that it was already covered with sweat. The clothes he was wearing became sticky and stuck to his body because of nervousness, which made him feel very uncomfortable.