Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1717 Rose Manor (23)

His cold voice became much hoarse.

Faintly, with a vibrato.

"How can I find you?"

"..." The person who pushed him away paused.

"Fool..." She slightly bent her eyes.

"As long as you think, I will appear..." She smiled and whispered in his ear.

"I... have been by your side..."

Her hand touched his shoulder gently.

Endless tenderness.

However, the voice gradually became ethereal.

From near to far away, it seems to be getting farther and farther away from him, until it is impossible to grasp at all.

Everything has become ashes.

Dreamland, broken.

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When breaking away from the dream, the charming little light, as if awakened, floated up from the hidden rose stamen.

Silently, re-immerse between the flower spines.

It spread out, like free fireflies, flying silently, shuttling through it.

The lights of the villas in the distance were dimmed, only a few were lit brightly.

The dots of light are just so far away, hiding far away among the flower thorns.

After finding a safe place, the twilight disappeared.

Soon, a pair of beautiful wine-red eyes appeared on several delicate roses.

Hiding there quietly, staring at the villa in the distance.

Picking up a strand of her hair, twirling it slowly, she said to herself: "Why are you dreaming again..."

She has been dreaming these days, dreaming that she is molesting him.

Could it be because we haven't seen each other all this time... So I think about it every day and dream at night?
She touched her ear lightly.

In the dream, he bit his own ear, and the feeling was very real.

As if it really happened.

Until now, she can still feel the warmth from his lips.

A little soft and a little cool.

She pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and touched quietly.

His cheeks seemed to be a little hot.

"I can't dream anymore..."

If she dreams again, she will want to see him uncontrollably.

She raised her eyes and looked at the villa in the distance again.

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The next day.

"Sir, this is all the information about Ms. Song that I have found so far, please have a look."

After lunch, Uncle Wang handed over the documents he had prepared earlier and bowed slightly.

Very respectful.

The man who sat quietly in front of the viewing platform and looked at the scenery outside took the document.

Downcast eyes, warm white face, light eyebrows and eyes.

There is still a cold and alienated breath on his body, gentle, but giving people a slight sense of distance.

Make people dare not come forward to disturb.

The file was opened, and inside were the details of the woman.

He calmly scanned from top to bottom, turning the pages.

Behind it is her family information.

No daughter, or rather, no children left at all.

All alone, died of cancer 20 years ago, never married.

There is a younger sister, but the younger sister also passed away last year due to a sudden cerebral thrombosis.

He suffered many disasters and illnesses all his life, leaving only one son.

At present, the son has immigrated abroad and has a daughter, but the daughter has just been born and is less than three years old.

Still waiting to be fed.

Looking at the whole article, there is no useful information, just a bunch of irrelevant people.

The man looked calm and closed the file.

His calm and peaceful eyes still fell on the scenery outside, and the document was handed back casually.

Not a word was said, there was silence.

It's hard to figure out what he's thinking at the moment.

(End of this chapter)