The rich and powerful: the first lady of Mo Shao

Chapter 96 I'm Not Reconciled
In this way, Leng Xian ran to the school's academic affairs office and had a big fight, targeting the injustice of the school, and was given a demerit by the principal.

Leng Yan also remembered that when his brother graduated, he happily told them that the school had quotas for going abroad, and he felt that he had a good chance.Later, after the application failed, my brother shifted all the responsibility to the "internal appointment man", saying that he occupied the latrine and wasted a precious quota.

"Brother Ye Liang, can you help me find out where my brother is?" Leng Yan pinned all his hopes on Lin Yeliang - after all, he is the only one who knows so far.

"Are you really planning to go to Germany to find him?" Lin Yeliang's tone was somewhat disapproving, and he paused, "I'll try to help you focus, after all, it's not so easy to find someone overseas."

"Thank you Ye Liang." Leng Yan's eyes were full of trust in him, which made him feel a lot of pressure. Isn't he asking for trouble!
Who made this girl call Ye Liang so sweetly!It's too disrespectful for him not to help.

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Back at the Mo House, at 8:[-] in the evening, Leng Yan suddenly became interested in books during this time.Of course, what she's interested in is only the bookmarks in the last row of books on the bookshelf, like "hating the king is not like Jiang Louyue, north and south, east and west, north and south, east and west, only follow each other without separation... Yijun's heart is like the water of the West River, day and night When there is no rest in the east... the dream breaks the head of the knife, the book starts and ends, don't have lovesickness..." These are all love poems about parting and parting.

She wrote down these verses and studied them for a long time, but she could only see that the tone of the poems was rather sad, like a resentful woman in her boudoir complaining about her lover.

She stuffed the book in, and accidentally touched the switch of the secret door again, which made her afraid. Just as her hand pressed the switch in the bookshelf, it suddenly stopped—a pen was placed on the table in the dark. , the pen she is familiar with - a recording pen recommended by her brother when he said he wanted to buy a birthday present for her girlfriend - can preserve the beautiful voice in love, which is a romantic thing.

She walked over slowly, picked up the pen, and pressed it lightly. It was as if the laughter from weak to strong, from fast to slow until it disappeared could be heard across time and space in her ears-the laughter of a woman.

Suddenly the sound disappeared, and there was a short breathing sound... followed by a dialogue between men and women:

"Xian, I am very happy, but also very scared, how long will you love me?"

"Xiaoran, I will love you, always love you, until the day I can't breathe..."

My brother is really nasty enough. I remember coldly that every time I watched a dog-blooded idol drama, my brother would sneer at me, "You can still watch this kind of nasty lines."

But my brother actually said a confession comparable to his lines to another girl, and he said it so affectionately, it was a bit unlike him.

Leng Yan pressed the button for the next paragraph, and there was a burst of rapid breathing, a little out of breath, and his tone was choked up, "Xian, I'll give you everything... I'll give you everything...you said Will love me, love until the day I can't breathe... Now I'm about to suffocate... I'm about to leave... Why don't you come back... Why don't you come back... A man's promises...Probably have no intentions... But, I'm not reconciled...I'm not reconciled..."

The woman's "I'm not reconciled" was a little hoarse, as if she was asking for her life...

Leng Yan's hand trembled, the recording pen fell to the ground, and the sound stopped.

She almost ran away, ran out and hid on the big bed~ in the bedroom, in a daze, for a long, long time...

It turned out that the woman's laughter she heard before was made by the recorder, and that laughter seemed to have been floating in the air in Mo Zhai, and the ending sound was so long, it seemed... like the long voice she had dreamed about. The long skirt, the layers are complicated, and the legs cannot be seen...

Her brother was different from what she had always thought. What did he do?What did you do to that woman named Xiaoran?
Leng Yan squatted on the bed, hugged her knees with both arms, buried her face, suddenly felt so helpless and disappointed—her brother, what kind of person she was, she couldn't figure it out But the woman's desperate voice made her feel both sympathy and fear.

The two recorded voices are like a transition from a girl to a woman, from innocence to despair.

She could hear how much this woman named Xiaoran loved her brother. She had loved others before, and understood the feeling of worrying about gains and losses. At the same time, she could hear the "unfreedom" in love. There should be something restraining her. But Xiaoran's love is obviously braver and more intense than her own.

She turned on all the lights in the bedroom, and the wall lamps and table lamps dazzled her. Her eyes seemed to be covered by a water curtain, and a woman's pale face appeared in the blur... Her ten fingers seemed to be dancing in the holes of the flute, and her ears were filled with brain supplements. "House of Flying Daggers", rush... tense... fear...

Ever since she was a child, she has watched so many horror movies, and she has never been so scared, but now, she is alone in this empty Mo house, even though her body is shrouded in lights, her heart is indeed dark, and she still can't find it. Confusion of direction...

The big hanging clock in the living room pointed to 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, and the sound of footsteps changed from vague to clear, from far to near, step by step, as if stepping on the apex of the heart. After a pause for a few seconds, the bedroom door was pushed open.

She didn't dare to raise her face, she still squatted on the bed, buried her head on her lap, her thin back trembled slightly, and the trembling became more and more severe as the footsteps approached.

A hand patted her shoulder, and she was so frightened that her words choked up, her voice was like a thread, "Please, don't...don't come here..."

"What's wrong with you?" The deep and cold male voice pulled her from the fear of fantasy to the fear of reality.

He is back?
Leng Yan lightly raised his cheeks and squeezed out a faint smile, "Are you back?"

Asking this sentence seemed a bit unnecessary, but Mo Qing still said "um", the lips did not move, and the sound came from the nasal cavity.

Glancing at the wide open lights in the bedroom, Mo Qing's eyes stopped on her slightly stiff face, "Watching horror movies again?"

She shook her head, fearing that Mo Qing would become suspicious, so she nodded again.

"Don't think about it." Mo Qing's tone was a little blunt, as if giving an order, with a little tiredness, he walked to the closet and began to look for clothes.

Leng Yan lay down obediently, pulled the quilt away, turned on his side, and forced himself to fall asleep quickly.

The wind was blowing very hard, and it was crazy that it was out of season. It crazily smashed open the glass and lifted the curtains, but gradually slowed down the wind speed.

Half-opened and half-closed, she glanced at the long skirts that were tangled together, a little bloated, and slowly fell down and landed on her cheeks. She tried her best to push them away, but felt layer after layer like mist, endless. blocking her view.

(End of this chapter)