Dear, Love Me Deeply

Driving all the way, Leng Qingyuan returns to lengzhai at the fastest speed.

The housekeeper is at home telling the servants to take good care of Shen Yiqing. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he sees Leng Qingyuan coming quickly.

"Young master?" At this time, Leng Qingyuan should work in the company. What happened?

He idled the servant, and the fifth uncle of the housekeeper rushed forward, "what's the matter?"

Leng Qingyuan, who has always been able to be calm in everything, looks up the stairs and asks in a low voice, "is she awake?"

Scared?

Uncle Wu was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that Leng Qingyuan was asking about Miss Shen when he opened his mouth, and he was still at work.

Shaking his head, the fifth uncle looked back at the direction of the bedroom upstairs. "I haven't woken up yet, but my fever has completely subsided. Now I'm taking a nutrition injection."

After Uncle Wu's honest introduction, Leng Qingyuan's figure has gone upstairs.

Surprised to see the steady and anxious steps, Uncle Wu feels that his idea seems to be refreshed again.

Is this really the young master he usually takes care of?

What about the high cold?

What about the elegant?

Push open the door, Leng Qingyuan's eyes toward Shen Yiqing, who is very quiet on the bed.

The sun, shining through the window on Shen Yiqing, is a soft light and gorgeous beauty.

The long black hair was scattered around the pillow, like a colorful waterfall.

"Woman, are you in such a poor position at home?" Think of just sun Minru call to his words, cold Qing Yuan's eyes can't help but tight again.

People lying on the bed seem to hear Leng Qingyuan's voice, frown slightly, and wake up the next second.

"Where is this?" I opened my eyes and looked at some familiar places. Some of my hoarse throat asked.

Leng Qingyuan walks to Shen Yiqing and reaches for her forehead. She is relieved. "Wake up and eat."

Shen Yiqing, who also heard the voice, looked at Leng Qingyuan with astonished eyes. The next second, her palm touched her delicate body.

"Me?" How can she be here? How can Leng Qingyuan be here?

Looking at Leng Qingyuan, he should have just come back from outside. What about her clothes?

"You were taken to the hotel yesterday with a fever. I just saw you by accident and brought you back easily." With that, Leng Qingyuan has turned to go downstairs, without a moment's pause and hesitation.

"Ah Open mouth to call Leng Qingyuan, but she can't call out that let oneself namely hate and helpless name.

"Thank you." Finally, all the words turned into a thank you, but she had already expressed her feelings.

She seemed to feel that someone had touched her in the daze, but when she saw Leng Qingyuan's indifferent eyes, she knew that she should have encountered something else.

"Don't mention it. Next time you go to Si's house, just bring two more suits." With that, Leng Qingyuan opened the door.

Leaning by the door, Leng Qingyuan's eyes slowly darkened.

Lying on the bed, Shen Yiqing looks at the hanging bottle beside her, and her body has helped her to sit up slowly.

Thoughts in the head like a film played like glue, the division of his mother's own harsh she remembered.

Perhaps, I just can't bear what my mother said. Even if I stay with Si Jiayu, I'm afraid I can't go back to my old feelings.

Looking out of the window, Shen Yiqing's heart has gradually died in the haze.

After a while, Shen Yiqing came out wearing the clothes sent by the housekeeper.

"How cold is it?" Seeing Leng Qingyuan standing by the door, Shen Yiqing was surprised.

Although she lived here for a month, she could count the number of times she saw Leng Qingyuan here.

Today, after a while, she has seen Leng Qingyuan twice.

Is Leng Qingyuan deliberately waiting for himself?

"When I went downstairs to have dinner, I asked my fifth uncle to cook porridge." With that, Leng Qingyuan has been holding her hand.

The tender palm is a touch she has never touched. Although she has had a relationship with Leng Qingyuan, it is more like a punishment for each other.

"Lengshao, I..." Shen Yiqing wants to refuse, but Leng Qingyuan's figure has taken the lead to step down the stairs.

Her eyes rested on the palm of her hand, and her heart began to ache.

Just yesterday, she comforted herself to be close to Si Jiayu. But in a twinkling of an eye, she was driven out by Si Jiayu.

Time is really a mirror, it can show all the shortcomings and true feelings of the people thoroughly.

It is precisely because of this that many people and things have become real and real under the push of time.

Sitting on the stool of Leng Qingyuan, Shen Yiqing's eyes never dare to raise.She was afraid, afraid of seeing Leng Qingyuan's deep vision, afraid that she would sink down if she was not careful.

"After dinner, I'll ask Uncle Wu to take you back to Shen's house."