Her Overbearing Man

"That's good. I'll go. Goodbye." Janet walked backwards as she waved her hands. Even though she knew bailinlin couldn't see her, she subconsciously made such a move.

"Goodbye." Bai Linlin said in a daze.

She heard Janet as before, in order to take care of her, don't scare her, that deliberately step on the very heavy footsteps away from him more and more far, later, no more sound.

Bailinlin felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. This was the first time that she felt the pain of not being able to see. No matter what Janet did, bailinlin didn't want to think clearly at this time. She just wanted her eyes to be able to see and engrave the face of the little girl who was expressing to her at that time into her mind.

However, not everything will change with the will of human beings. She can only stand there and look in one direction without direction. However, there is no brilliance in her eyes.

"She's gone."

Leng Yang goes to Bai Linlin and looks at Bai Linlin's fragile face. His eyes are not happy and he opens his mouth to remind him.

Bai Linlin's long eyelashes trembled slightly and opened her lips gently. "I know."

"It's time for us to go, too."

Knowing that Bai Linlin was in a bad mood at this time, Leng Yang didn't say much. He looked at the plane that was not far away and advised her.

"Well."

Bailin nodded her head.

Leng Yang sees her answer, and reaches out his hand to hold Bai Linlin. This time, he doesn't know why. Instead, he doesn't hold Bai Linlin's waist. He just holds Bai Linlin's hand. The fingers of the two people are tightly linked. In a moment, Bai Linlin wakes up from the melancholy parting.

The warm touch on her hand made Bai Linlin nervous again. She tried to break away. However, for lengyang, her strength was like a lion fighting a rabbit, which had no effect.

Finally, Bai Linlin can only be silent and allow lengyang to take her to board the plane.

And Janet, after leaving the airport, without bailinlin, the expression on her face immediately cooled down, and even some uncontrollable anger.

It was a rare expression of anger that people around Janet had never seen before, or at all.

This change made the people around Janet dare not make a sound, and they were all breathing and afraid to speak more.

Just driving in silence, all the way to the Durand family castle.

The castle at noon in summer is surrounded by the hot sunshine. The castle, which was originally gloomy, cold and old because of its long history, has been softened in the warm sunshine and become shining. From a distance, the whole castle looks like the castle of Prince and beautiful princess living in a fairy tale. Under the interweaving of sunshine and green, the castle is full of sunshine and green, Beautiful and awe inspiring, and envious.

Under the sun, on the endless green grass lawn, the sky and season are like a clear sky. At a glance, it's all blue sky, almost no white clouds.

High in the sky, the house next to the castle was exposed in the sun. There, just blocking the sunlight, were several white tables and chairs.

It's rare to be not so well dressed. On the contrary, he happily wore a thin black and red striped ol shirt, a loose knee length shorts, and a pair of black running shoes on his feet. The Earl stood on the golf course.

He also wore a black hat to keep out the sun. Even on his face, he also wore a pair of sunglasses shining with a faint blue light.

At this time, the count, because of this dress, softened his slightly serious and rigid temperament, but made him a little more trusty and approachable.

Even it seemed as if he was a few years younger, with the blood of a hot-blooded man in his twenties. However, in fact, the count, who is in a high position, is about to be a man in his thirties and is going to be a man in his forties.

Not far from his feet is a white golf ball, standing straight there, as if ready for something.

The count raised his hand on his forehead, made a look, looked at it, put it down, took the cue from the caddie standing on one side, and slowly found his hand, but he didn't try much.

All of a sudden, there was a rapid sound of footsteps in the house, which seemed to be getting closer and closer to the count.

The caddie looked at the count and seemed to be asking what to do with it. Seeing that the count was indifferent, as if he had not heard anything, and was still doing the action of swing, the caddie immediately calmed down.

He lowered his eyes, as if everything in front of him could not attract his attention.

The footstep soon stopped behind the count, followed by the sound of some shortness of breath, which was very clear except for the sound of "whir..." that the count occasionally practiced his swing.

After twenty consecutive attempts, the count finally stopped his swing and looked at Janet behind him

As he said this, the count reached for the sunglasses on his face and handed them to the doorman. The latter respectfully left with the sunglasses.

In any case, the scene of father daughter meeting, coupled with Janet's unhappy face, is that one person can feel something wrong. It seems that the two people are going to have a secret talk.

The caddie naturally didn't want to disturb the communication between father and daughter. He slowly stepped back and closed the door, leaving all the space for father and daughter who obviously had a lot to say.

His tone was calm, and he didn't seem to notice Janet's impertinence at all, and he didn't seem surprised that he had expected Janet to be so embarrassed.

"Well."

Jennie nodded in a low voice.

The count didn't seem to feel that Janet's mood was not right. He took back his eyes and finally focused on the golf at his feet. He raised his hands and swung. Janet's voice behind him suddenly rang out, with some doubts and a sense of questioning, "why do you do that?"

Even though she had been telling herself not to be angry, Janet, who could not vent her anger and was dominated by the emotion of being ignored and intimidated, still couldn't control herself. She spoke to the count in a tone she had never used before, and to the person she was her own father.