Chapter 1651 She wants to love
The grass is bearing its seeds, the wind is shaking its leaves, we stand without talking, it is very beautiful.

This is a little poem that has been widely spread in later generations, with a beautiful artistic conception.

But now it was Qiao Mai's turn, and she didn't feel happy at all.

No talking, just embarrassment.

She and Tong Sanlang used to be in the same room like this before, but they each did their own things. They fell in love before, so the artistic conception fit this little poem. Later, she and Tong Sanlang had a cold war, and Tong Sanlang was so embarrassing. She can take it with equanimity.

But now she is suddenly attached to his embrace, and has the intention of reconciling, so it is she who is so embarrassed.

She was the one who had nothing to say.

Feng Shui took turns, before it was Tong Sanlang who scratched his head and wanted to talk to her, but now it was her.

In the past, she pushed Tong Sanlang too far, and what she did and said was too cruel. Now she wants to reconcile, but it is really difficult.

The two finished their respective milk teas in silence, before Qiao Maimai said, "The weather is nice today, and you've been writing for an hour, why don't you go out for a stroll?"

"No need, I'm not tired, I plan to finish writing this climax today." Tong Sanlang pointed to the paper on the table.

Joe Mai "..."

Does this mean that she interrupted his train of thought?
Depend on!
A smile appeared on her face, and she raised her hand to put away the bowl in front of him, "Then you write, pay attention to the balance between work and rest, I will call you when lunch is over."

"Success." Tong Sanlang nodded, and really picked up the brush and continued writing.

Qiao Mai stared at the top of his head for a moment, then went out with the bowl.

After leaving the study, she immediately ground her teeth, what should I do?
I pushed the person too far before, and now I can't reach him with my arms.

Tonight, I will sleep alone with the quilt rolled up.

This year, she has been busy with various affairs every day, and the trip to Yupu was really hurt, so she didn't think about feelings.

Now stimulated by Zhuang Lvhe's love for the original owner, the factor of "crazy for love" in her body broke out again.

She is a person who can't live without love. This year, she was distracted by other affairs. Now that the end of the year is approaching, it seems that everyone else is harmonious and beautiful, and even Yang Ye, a single dog, has found a sweetheart. The "crazy love" factor prevailed.

The world is big and there are many people. She has seen a lot this year.

After seeing it, I still have to find a nest to stay and stay with my lover.

The two feelings of family and friendship cannot replace love, and she wants to love.

Want to love, but her lover was pushed out by her before.

And it was pushed very far, let alone out of reach at this moment, even with a bamboo pole, it was impossible to bring the person back.

What?

Qiao Xiaomai had been grinding her teeth all afternoon, but she didn't think of any good ideas.

In the afternoon there was a visitor at the Grange, Gina's father.

Gina's father started on the road a month and a half ago. If it wasn't for the heavy snow, he would have arrived in the capital half a month ago.

He came here to shop in his personal capacity this time, but Yang Wenxiao wanted to sign a stable and long-term wool contract with him, so he came to the farm to meet Yang Wenxiao after meeting Emperor Yong'an.

Yang Wenxiao handled things quickly. After the two parties were seated, he directly showed the contract to Gina's father.

This contract stipulates the annual trading volume of wool between the two parties, as well as the things that can be exchanged for the grassland, and the date: 20 years.

If this contract is signed, there will be no war between Daqi and Grassland in the next 20 years.

(End of this chapter)

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