Le Xiaomi youth sadomasochism collection

Chapter 131 Liang Sheng, can we not be sad (131)
Reunion · Mo Shanglang (5)
In the lightly rainy streets of Paris in April, I just came out of the museum. While strolling in the wet street with an umbrella in my hand, I talked with Jinling on the phone and reported to each other about our lives in the past two months.

Jin Ling said that she was about to be squeezed and fucked by the director, and she had completely lost interest in life and men.Then, she asked me, are you still used to it in Paris?
I said that I am quite used to it. The diet is better than the dark cuisine in the UK. I am learning painting from an Italian brother, no, it should be said, an unknown young Italian artist.

Jin Ling said, an Italian man?Liang Zai really has confidence in himself.However, I am relieved to hear that you are fine.

Actually, I know her worry... Because of Liang Sheng, she never came to France.

At the beginning there were greetings and explanations on the phone... In the end, he probably didn't even have the strength to explain himself, so it was probably Lao Chen who told me he was safe.

Of course, I don't want to answer his calls anymore. The excuses I make every time are just exercising, painting, learning languages, etc., and he knows it.

Therefore, Lao Chen has become a standard transfer station.

Mood from the initial restlessness, to dejection, and then to accept it safely.

Liang Sheng asked Lao Chen to introduce the psychiatrist named Li Le to me, but I bluntly refused.I don't want to touch anything about Lu Wenjun.

It's true that Li Le is in the outer hall. I don't see patients who don't trust me. I don't have the confidence to be cured.After speaking, she left.

Through the old window, I looked at the back of the woman who was leaving. Her curly hair was like seaweed, which was different from the enchanting doctor in my impression.

Jin Ling said, we are actually quite worried about the status of your WeChat Moments that you have not posted for so long, but we are so far away, I am afraid that if you ask too many questions, you will feel uncomfortable, and I will not be able to borrow your shoulders.

I smiled and said, I will post it in the future.Actually... I read all of yours.Don't worry, I'm really fine.

Jinling repeated again, that's good, that's good.

Then, I seemed to hear Liang Sheng's relieved voice behind her.I thought to myself, so I was so ingenious to find out my true mood, so I joked that sometimes I feel bad!Very bad!
Sure enough, Jinling on the other end of the phone was very nervous and said, what's wrong?
I sighed, pretending to be sad and said, it’s here in Paris, sometimes it’s too unconventional. When I was painting with the artist on the Seine, I often saw girls from Middle Eastern countries wrapped in purple fur and wearing HARRY WINSTON’s High-end jewelry, holding an inverted V wine red crocodile BIRKIN swaying past you, makes you suddenly feel that reincarnation is really a technical job.When I was playing with mud and dog tail flowers in Weijiaping, I guess people have already started watching shows with my parents...

Jinling said, I was scared to death!I thought what happened to you.Well, take care of yourself.Send us more messages and let us know.

I said, ok, got it.

After hanging up the phone, Lao Chen held an umbrella behind him and looked at me. He suddenly said, Actually, Miss Jiang, if you really like it, it will be a matter of minutes for you.

I looked back at him and said, women are born with no resistance to beautiful things.I like it, but I'm not used to it, it doesn't fit with my existing friends and existing circle of life.

Old Chen said, Miss, don't you think Paris is a beautiful place?
I said, very beautiful.

You can stay here and build your own whole new circle, he said.

I looked back at him and asked, what do you mean?
Old Chen smiled cautiously and said, I'm a servant...how can I give pointers?
I said, I won't tell him.

Old Chen said, it's really nothing, it's just... I heard that the young master of the Cheng family, since Ouyang Jiaojiao's death, has been unhappy and stopped all work.I remember that half a year ago, many newspapers reposted this statement, which was claimed to be made by Cheng Tianyou, and the Cheng family did not directly deny it.

I was a little taken aback, and frowned, Cheng Tianyou...was really... having an affair with Ouyang Jiaojiao?
Old Chen said, probably a lot of legs.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he immediately felt that he had made a slip of the tongue, and hurriedly said, I am talking nonsense, nonsense.

I said, but... what do you mean by this?

Old Chen looked at me and said, after the first young master had no intention of doing business, you also know that the second young master is physically disabled... So, during this young year, young master Xiao Cheng has been highly valued by the old man... Many people have heard it, even if It is Young Master Cheng who cannot inherit the entire Cheng family, but the overseas business must belong to Young Master Cheng.What's more, the Cheng family now intends to transfer all their industries overseas...

I laughed, Master Xiao Cheng?You dare not call him that in front of him, do you?

Old Chen said that he had too much self-esteem.

I deliberately said, you told me so much, I still don't understand.

Old Chen said, Miss Jiang is smart, how could she not understand?Master Xiao Cheng lost his mother when he was young, lost his father when he was young, and lived under the fence. Does Miss Jiang really want him to be like this all his life?
I looked at him and said, so what?

Old Chen said, I venture to say that if Mr. insists on marrying you, then everything in the Cheng family must have nothing to do with him. Mr. Cheng is very taboo...yours.

I looked at Lao Chen, raised my eyebrows, and said, so?
Old Chen said that Ms. Jiang can be by her husband's side, but she must not marry him.

I sneered, aunt?

Old Chen didn't make a sound.

I said, you housekeepers from the Cheng family compound seem to like to have a helpless girl like me be your master's love interest.What's the matter, is it a fine tradition of the Cheng family?

Old Chen sighed, I know I'm talking too much, but I'm doing my heart and soul for my husband.

I straightened up and said, Uncle Chen.

He froze for a moment and said, dare not dare.

I said, dare to say what should not be said, why not dare to call it?
I looked at him, on the streets of Paris in the light rain, and I said, listen carefully, from now on, don't always say something in front of me intentionally or unintentionally, no one is a fool!I sound in a bad mood!I'm in a bad mood, and your master will never be in a good mood either!Your master is not good, so don't even think about it!
Old Chen was taken aback, and looked at me, as if he never thought that under my weak appearance, one day I would eventually make such a decision.

I met his scrutiny with firm eyes - from the moment the plane flew to Paris, I didn't want my life to be so messy anymore, no matter how they kneaded, I didn't resist.

I am not an enemy of anyone, but whoever makes me an enemy, I will fight back.

I raised my eyebrows and said to Old Chen, don't dictate my life.Even if I want to leave your young master, it will definitely not be because of your "instructions", but because of myself, I want to be fulfilled, I want to leave!

89 The moment my eyes fell on the figure across the zebra crossing, my heart seemed to stop beating.

When Lao Chen knocked on the door, I was about to take Xiao Miangua to see the Eiffel Tower.

Little Miangua had already arrived in Paris before me—this was a surprise given to me by Liang Sheng. In fact, thanks to her existence, I got out of my unhappiness so quickly.

The little guy seems to have a soft spot for the Eiffel Tower, she said, so tall, like Uncle Cheng, will protect us.By the way, there are also soldiers and uncles in the square.

I was also secretly thinking about the relationship between Cheng Tianyou and Ouyang Jiaojiao - he was depressed because of her and hated the world, so what is my existence?
For this reason, I have chatted with Jinling on WeChat.

——Do you know about Cheng Tianyou and Ouyang Jiaojiao?

——I know, when you were away, the news was overwhelming for a while.Don't be sad, you are already old people.

——If the two of them were true love, what was my existence at that time?
--I do not know.Coexisting true love?You can't understand the heart of the Cheng family man with normal brain circuits!

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Just when I was thinking about it and braiding Xiao Miangua, Babao yelled over from Jinling’s WeChat ID——no wonder the company arranged for you to serve Ouyang Jiaojiao at that time, it was obviously to arrange true love for the president Double Fly.

Little Miangua turned to me and asked me, sister, what is Shuangfei?
I struggled to explain, Shuangfei... is two people flying together.right.

Little Miangua said, oh.

Xiao Miangua said, Andrew likes you.

what did I say? !

Xiao Miangua smiled smugly, it has been settled for you, I told him not to think about it, you already have Uncle Cheng and Brother Liangsheng, so you won't be tempted by a third person.

I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and praised her, she is so smart!

She turned her face and looked at me very seriously, her immature face was extremely serious, and said, but girls can only marry one husband, so I really annoy you.

I said, ah.

I endured to correct her and said, girls are married.

Little Miangua leaned her head on my arm, looking sticky and greasy, and said, I miss Uncle Cheng.

I bowed my head, endured my sadness, touched her little head, and said, I will take you to see the Eiffel Tower and take a boat on the Seine River in a while, okay?

Little Miangua pouted, stared wide-eyed, and said, You and Uncle Cheng... you had a fight, didn't you?
When Lao Chen came in, he looked at me with embarrassment, but he was extremely respectful and said, Miss Jiang, please forgive me for what happened yesterday.

I looked back at him, hugged Xiao Miangua out of bed, raised my eyebrows, and said, caring makes chaos, and you are right.

Lao Chen looked at me and said, I promise I will never make such a mistake again.

I looked at him, smiled, and said, if I were Liang Sheng, with a confidant like you, I would... wish for it.

Old Chen nodded quickly and said, Miss Jiang made me feel ashamed.

Then, he looked at me and Xiao Miangua and said, are you going out?

I nodded and said, the little guy said he was going to see the Eiffel Tower.

Old Chen said, haven't you been there many times?
Little Miangua pursed her lips.

I smiled and said, the heart of a child.

Old Chen nodded and said, yes, miss, sir...he has already booked a plane ticket to Paris next week.He refused to let me know, but Secretary Yu told me secretly.

He gave me a good look on his face.

I said, really?

He said it was true.However, you have to pretend not to know, presumably Mr. Lai wants to surprise you.

My heart was suddenly like a bird soaring into the sky, and Xiao Miangua curled her lips as she watched from the side.

I took her hand and walked on the streets of Paris.Paris is a city that is both nostalgic and avant-garde, where you can be a recluse from life, or a hedonist who enjoys life.

A French girl in the twilight, riding a bicycle, crosses the road in front of Chayou Palace, the sun kisses her long hair, and she rides along the Jena Bridge towards the direction of the Eiffel Tower.

Little Miangua seemed unhappy, she said, you are biased!

I froze.

She said, when you were with Uncle Cheng, you never smiled like this.

The sky suddenly began to drizzle.Paris is a rainy city, and the sky was raining for at least a third of the time I was here.

I took out the umbrella from my bag and hung it on the head of the little cotton melon.

Little Miangua looked at me pitifully and said, deny it.

I said, deny what?

She said, deny what I said, in fact, Uncle God Bless is also very important to you.

I didn't say anything, I took Xiao Miangua's hand and walked towards the zebra crossing in front of Xiayou Palace.Suddenly, the sound of the car brake horn sounded.I looked up and looked around, and the moment my eyes fell on the figure across the zebra crossing, my heart seemed to stop beating.

On the streets of Paris at dusk, there was light rain, and he was like a panicked child in this strange city, completely no longer calm and deep as before.

He stood at the crossroads in this foreign country, squatting down cautiously, looking for the crutches thrown on the ground with his hands, looking so embarrassed.

Do not!
not him!
It's not him!

not him!
Must be just someone who looks like him!
I stood on the zebra crossing stupidly, as if I had been nailed to the zebra crossing with steel nails, as if I moved one step further, it would be a bloody and raw separation.

Xiao Miangua noticed my strangeness, looked up at me, and asked, sister, why do you...?
She followed my line of sight, and the moment she saw him, she was like a happy bird rushing towards the sky, before she finished speaking, she flew over.

She shouted—God bless uncle!
(End of this chapter)