The president of the rebirth of the movie queen lives next door

Chapter 59
It was already dark outside the auction house, and the lights of the imperial capital were just beginning to come on.

The atmosphere in the car was quiet, and there was no sound at all.

After a while, Cheng Zhiyuan suddenly asked,
"When did I have a fiancee?"

Secretary Liu also remembered what the little newcomer said just now, broke out in a cold sweat, and immediately apologized sincerely,
"Because I've been busy with the company's handover and some phone calls recently, I really don't care about gossip in this area. I'll go and find out what's going on right away."

Cheng Zhiyuan fell silent again.

There was a cold touch in the palm of his hand, he slowly lowered his head, looked at the simple and exquisite box in his palm, and stretched out his hand to open the box after being dazed for a long time.

Inside the box is a huge blue diamond.

The transition from light blue to dark blue is like an eye pupil bred in the deep sea, beautiful and mysterious.

The light refracted into his eyes, but it seemed to be completely swallowed by the abyss, so dark that no light could be seen.

Cheng Zhiyuan didn't reach out to touch it, he just stared at it for a long time, as if looking at an untouchable but eternal past, looking at a distant and vague lover, looking at some of the happiest and most depressing thoughts.

Yu Se gradually churned in his eyes.

After a long time, he snapped the box shut.

The blue light disappeared into the gap.

He closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair. There were neon lights and street lights flashing outside the window, intermittently falling on his finely carved and deep profile face, as if they were shadows reflected by the lively world.

A dead silence.

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"I heard it will rain tomorrow in Yungang."

Someone was pulling a suitcase and talking on the phone while entering the waiting room. He kicked something suddenly. He looked down and saw a pair of ladies' sneakers retracting.

The man wanted to apologize immediately, but when he looked up, he saw that the owner of the shoes was wearing a mask and sunglasses, and was looking down without looking at him.

So he retracted his words of apology, why would he apologize if he didn't care.

Passers-by continued to talk on the phone and dragged their suitcases away.

The girl sitting on the chair remained motionless, holding a boarding pass tightly between her fingers.

is the nearest flight to Yungang.

"At 7314:[-], flight V[-] from Imperial Capital to Yungang is ready to take off, please bring your own..."

The girl finally moved.

She stood up holding her boarding pass and walked towards the boarding gate. The crowd in the airport was rubbing shoulders and it was extremely noisy.

She was alone, walking slowly, like a wandering ghost.

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After a three-hour flight, it was already past eleven o'clock when we arrived.

This harbor city has always been known as a pearl on the eastern sea, where international cruise ships come and go from all over the world, where there is the most mature maritime trade in the country, the largest naval base in the country, and the most chaotic underworld disputes and arms trade.

And such a port city, which has always been known for its prosperity and excitement, is now caged in the night rain, showing a different kind of gentleness.

Shen Pianlu got off the taxi, turning a blind eye to the driver's eagerness to borrow an umbrella. She silently looked at the huge English-style manor in front of her, and the rain kept dripping down the brim of her hat.

In the tall house, there are square windows, and the warm yellow light shines through the glass, which looks gentle enough to make people want to cry.

On the red diamond wall to the left of the big iron gate, there is a blue sect on the wall, and the door plate has the word "Huo Zhai" cast in black lacquer.

The taxi left behind with its lights on. Shen Pianli looked at the garden for a long time, and slowly took off his hat and mask.

The rain immediately pattered and soaked her hair and face.

The water drops slid over the little blood-red tear mole, reflected in the warm glow in front of the yard.

It seems to be a drop of unrecognizable tears from a distant dream.

A tear of blood.

(End of this chapter)