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Miao Xiaohui was silent for a long time, but Yue Qingqing's voice was quite happy: "it seems that Miss Miao is wrong. None of these paintings is about you. If you don't believe it, go to see if there is a small black mole under the neck of the person in the painting?"

Miao Xiaohui really stood up, approached a painting, looked at her neck carefully, and found a small black mole under her neck.

"Miss Miao." Yue Qingqing continued: "you can't even know if you have a mole on your neck, can you?"

She felt her neck subconsciously. Of course, she knew there was no mole on her neck.

Yeah, it's not her.

All along, it's always been her fault.

"Miss Miao, I know that you are very hard hit at the moment, but I also want to tell you that you are really just my sister's stand in. If you let go early, you will do the least harm to yourself. Why do you want to drag yourself to the side of the body? In the end, you still can't get Tang Dong?"

Yue Qingqing's voice was very soft, but every word was punctured accurately, one blood bead per needle.

Miao Xiaohui holding the phone sneer, but can't say a word.

"Miss Miao, are you looking for your jadeite? Do you want to ask other people of Chuang Sheng Xiaomeng? "

"No, thank you." Miao Xiaohui hung up the phone, almost disheartened.

Then she went to see the pictures one by one in the studio.

Without exception, the people in the portraits all have a mole on their neck.

The same place, the same size.

Oh, she always thought Tang Shaofeng painted her.

How ironic. Fortunately, I just make a phone call. If I stand face to face with Yue Qingqing, her sarcastic smile will poke her to pieces.

After a long time, she just wishfully got the wrong idea.

Maybe the picture on the mosaic wall in the dining room is not her.

And the huge portrait in the living room, not her.

All of them are Yue Yuzi.

Even this huge manor was built for Yue Yuzi.

She's just a double.

She didn't turn her head and walked around Song Xieyang: "enjoy it yourself."

Then she trotted down the corridor.

Song Xieyang's father-in-law and the second monk looked at Miao Xiaohui's back without thinking: "little sister-in-law met a ghost? You look so ugly? "

He stretched his head to the studio and looked at it. He shivered: "I feel that it's all beautiful. It's gloomy. I still don't want to see it."

Miao Xiaohui went back to her room, nestled in the sofa, covered with blankets, and still felt cold all over.

She didn't know she cared so much.

It was wrong from the beginning.

Her reaction was right.

Because at first she thought Tang Shaofeng was her heart and soul, but now she suddenly realized that all she had was not for her, but for Yue Yuzi.

This kind of psychological gap seems to kick her from heaven to hell.

After lying on the sofa for two hours, Xiao Xiang knocked on the door to invite her downstairs for lunch, and then she woke up vaguely.

Tang Shaofeng, they are eating in the meeting room and can't come out.

She's the only one in the restaurant. She can eat and think.

After the blow, Miao Xiaohui suddenly felt that this was also a good thing.

Let her understand a little bit, what the facts are.

So, in a flash, she also made a decision.

Go or stay, why procrastinate.

She is not a procrastinator. The affair between her and Tang Shaofeng is probably the longest entanglement in her life.

After dinner, she was ready to go out.

In the door met Tang Shaofeng, should have just had a good meeting, between his eyebrows a little tired.

He called to her, "where are you going?"

"Get out of here." She said with a faint smile, "I know what day it is today. I'll prepare a gift for you."

She said it directly, but Tang Shaofeng was surprised.

His eyes were bright like stars, close to Miao Xiaohui, holding her soft hair: "is that right?"

"Are you free in the evening?"

"Of course."

"Well, we'll eat at home."

"Well."

She turned around with a smile, walked down the porch and got into the car parked at the door.

She went out all afternoon and didn't come back until the setting sun filled the garden.

The kitchen is very well prepared for Tang Shaofeng's birthday.

Then everyone went off work first. Their restaurant and dormitory were at the west gate of Xiaomeng.

At the moment, the big house is empty. Only housekeeper Hu is sitting on the porch, listening to Beijing Opera and drinking Kung Fu tea.

They are the only two people in the restaurant, doing opposite work.

The man opened a bottle of wine and asked Miao Xiaohui if she could drink it.

"Yes." She handed her glass.

Full of red wine, today there are fresh and sweet king crab, which is the best match for red wine.

Miao Xiaohui likes seafood. Today's dishes are all her favorite.

Miao Xiaohui said with a smile: "your birthday, the kitchen also takes care of my appetite everywhere. I have to thank them for their care all the time."

The man looked at her with deep eyes: "they were invited by me to take care of you. I paid."

Not only the salary but also the welfare are quite good. Miao Xiaohui knows that.

She cut crab feet with scissors and ate with ease.

The man seemed to have a bad appetite. He reclined in the chair with his arms and looked at her: "where's my birthday present?"

"Don't worry." She understated: "prepared all afternoon, waiting for dinner and cake."

It seems that the little woman is going to show off.

Tang Shaofeng smiles and raises his glass to her: "well, thank you in advance."

"Happy birthday." Through the red wine light, Miao Xiaohui looks at the handsome man opposite.

From before to now, she thought she could understand his heart.

Only now did she know that his heart was at the bottom of a hundred thousand feet, and she could not see it clearly.

There was something sour in her nose, so she drank the wine in her glass.

The man wanted to hold her hand but didn't have time: "don't drink it all at once."