Luo Rou's last instructions suddenly came to my mind. Don't let anyone know that you are Luo Rou's daughter. It seems that the tighter and tighter the line, holding her tightly.

"I hope Miss Luo is my mother, but unfortunately, she is not."

Duan Zhenghao didn't believe that Luo Xiaojing and Luo Rou must have something to do with similar looks and similar carving techniques.

"Have you ever studied sculpture with Luo Rou?"

Duan Zhenghao, who refuses to give up, disgusts Luo Xiaojing even more: why should Mr. Duan care about things that have nothing to do with you? What you need to care about is how to fulfill the bet. "

"Your relationship with lore is more important to me."

"I just think that you are familiar with Mr. Luo, and that you intend to persuade me to help Duan copy flowers in another way."

"Miss Luo, you misunderstood me. I just..."

Unconsciously, he reaches out to Luo Xiaojing. Duan Zhenghao thinks that only by keeping her can he explain clearly. Unexpectedly, when he just touches her skirt, his wrist is suddenly held by a strong force.

"Mr. Duan, please respect yourself."

The steady and powerful voice was full of unhappiness, and then with a big throw, Duan Zhenghao staggered back a few steps.

Standing firm, he sees Leng Yu. Duan Zhenghao's face is frozen. He protects Luo Xiaojing behind him like a high mountain. His eyes are full of warning.

"It's a misunderstanding. I don't mean Miss Lo any harm."

"If there is no malice, you will not let your crystal market not sell goods to jingsongfang."

Duan Zhenghao awkwardly wants to explain, just about to speak, Leng Yu has taken Luo Xiaojing and brought her into the car parked on the side of the road.

"Miss Luo..."

When the car starts, Duan Zhenghao is still trying to catch up. Luo Xiaojing looks at the smaller figure in the rearview mirror, takes back his eyes, droops his head, and sighs secretly.

It seems that Duan Zhenghao got into trouble because he was so quick. But what is Duan Zhenghao's reason? He has to know the truth?

Frowning and looking ahead, Luo Xiaojing can't figure it out. At this moment, he coughs, like a protest that has been ignored for a long time.

Luo Xiaojing just remembered that she was sitting in Leng Yu's car. If he hadn't suddenly come down from the sky to help her out, she didn't know when she would be entangled by Duan Zhenghao.

"Well What are you doing here? "

Tangled under, she also spit out such a strange sentence, can't say why, her hard spirit as long as to Leng Yu here completely can't play, even the normal communication is a bit more deliberate.

"Mumu called me and told me about it. You didn't reply to her wechat all the time, which made her very worried. She was afraid that you would do something impulsively."

Luo Xiaojing quickly takes out her silent mobile phone to unlock it and looks at the screen. Missed calls and wechat reminders are about to explode.

In a hurry, she replied with a straight back: "then how do you know I'll be in Duan?"

"Guess." The man who focused on driving turned his head and glanced at her, with a few bad smiles on his upturned lips. "After all, I know you so well."

Mind with his pretty face shook a few: "how much understanding."

"Like..." Seeing Luo Xiaojing's evasion, Leng Yu chuckles, "you enter Duan's carving room."

"You know that?"

Leng Yu looked away from Luo Xiaojing's hand, which was covered with dust and had not been cleaned yet: "I said I know you very well."

"Serious nonsense." Pulling up her own clothes, she shook the palm of her hand and the back of her hand to Leng Yu to see, "that's how you see it, right?"

Leng Yu didn't know how many times she had seen her after work. Although it was a little dark in the car, he just had to observe carefully

Careful

Luo Xiaojing was frightened by the words in his brain, and his lips moved. He only heard the man around him continue: "it seems that you know me better."

"I don't understand." Seamless connection of denial, heartbeat is obvious, she is thinking about how not to change the topic, Leng Yu takes the lead to diverge.

"But why did you enter Duan's carving room?"

"I was going to talk with Duan Zheng boldly, but I didn't expect to bet with him."

The car speed slows down, Leng Yu congmou: "play what gamble?"

"If I can carve a two-color tourmaline plum like my mother's, he will give up copying my mother's flowers."

"And then?"

"I won."

Leng Yu is not surprised by this result. What he is surprised by is that Duan Zhenghao pesters Luo Xiaojing at the door of Duan's family.

"That's Duan..."

"But he saw that my carving technique was similar to that of my mother." Worried about the unexpected, Luo Xiaojing suddenly feels that Duan Zhenghao is more than just getting to know his mother.

"What did he say?"

"He asked me if it was Luo Rou's daughter."

The sound of braking cuts across the sky, and Leng Yu's expression suddenly becomes dignified. After the car is stopped, the car honks its horn wildly. He starts the car rigidly and drives to the side of the road to stop."It's strange to you, isn't it?" The shaking of the emergency brake made Luo Xiaojing more sober. "If he didn't know his mother's carving habits, he wouldn't be so sure."

"What else did he say?"

"He also said that my relationship with Luo Rou is very important to him."

Holding the steering wheel tightly, Leng Yu seemed to think of something: "Xiaojing, have you heard something about Duan Zhenghao?"

"What's the matter?"

"It was when he was young that he fell in love with a female sculptor."

Su Han once talked with her as a gossip, but Leng Yu mentioned it at this time

"You don't want to say that Duan Zhenghao once fell in love with my mother, do you?"

"Don't you think it's possible?"

"It's not going to be possible!" Luo Xiaojing clenched her fist and gritted her teeth. "Even if the female sculptor was really her mother, she was blind in those years. Duan Zhenghao would not copy the flowers carved by her mother if she wanted to remember her old love."

"Then have you thought of another possibility?" Turning around, Leng Yu solemnly looks at Luo Xiaojing, "Duan Zhenghao's recollection of teacher Luo's flowers is a memory."

Duan Zhenghao's anxiety at that moment, Lengyu saw it. Although it was only a flash, it was very like his eagerness when he couldn't find Luo Xiaojing. It was like that he finally had hope in disappointment, which made him want to seize it desperately.

"There are many ways of remembering. Do you have to use plagiarism to remember?" But Luo Xiaojing doesn't listen to Leng Yu's conjecture at all. When it comes to her mother's works, all of them may be denied by her, "and how can you help Duan Zhenghao speak?"

"I'm not talking for him, I'm just analyzing the possibilities." Leng Yu pondered his words, "because I also love Miss Luo, so there are some possibilities..."

With a sigh, Leng Yu changed his way: "Xiaojing, did Mr. Luo mention your father to you?"