Luo Xiaojing didn't expect to meet Leng Jinghong here, and her expression suddenly became unnatural.

"What? Forget who I am? "

With a smile, Leng Jinghong let Luo Xiaojing calm down from the panic: "Hello, Leng Dong."

Little a on one side was also a little confused and didn't dare to make a sound, so he asked with his eyes. Luo Xiaojing made the mouth shape of Leng Yu's second uncle, and little a was even more confused when he saw it.

"My friend's shop is new. I didn't expect to meet Miss Luo here."

It's like the greetings between old friends make Luo Xiaojing more formal. She still remembers that when Leng Jinghong went to Su Han's carving studio to customize it for her, he was angry when she refused.

"It's a coincidence."

Forced to squeeze out a sentence, Luo Xiaojing lost the following. Leng Jinghong looked at her trying to maintain her facial expression and laughed: "Miss Luo, don't you ask me to sit down and talk?"

Leng Jinghong, who has no time to wait for a response, has already opened his seat and sat down. He idly tilts his legs and looks at Luo Xiaojing, as always relaxed and happy.

"Continue the topic just now, Miss Luo, you really have the strength to open a personal carving studio."

It has to be admitted that all the men in the Leng family have the same gene. Leng Jinghong's clear words and every syllable have the dignity of giving orders.

"Thank you for Dong Leng's recognition of me, but at present, I really have no plans in this regard."

But with his identity there, Luo Xiaojing can't just treat him as an elder or an ordinary elder.

"It's not too late to have this plan." Leng Jinghong took the water cup from the waiter, and his eyes were glued to Luo Xiaojing. "I like the style of Luo rouluo sculptor very much. As her only successor, you should think about inheritance."

Luo Xiaojing is unavoidable: "but I don't want to be the second Luo rou."

Whether she can surpass her mother is still unknown, but she has to work in this direction.

Leng Jinghong was stunned, and then hooked her lips: "it's worthy of Luo Rou's daughter. This tenacity is really like her when she was young."

The regret flashed between eyebrows was caught by Luo Xiaojing and frowned. She asked, "do you know my mother?"

"For a while." But Leng Jinghong didn't want to continue this topic. He took out a business card and handed it to Luo Xiaojing. "If you have the intention to open a studio or encounter any difficulties, you can contact me at any time."

Hesitantly, Luo Xiaojing didn't know what to say or how to behave properly, but Leng Jinghong didn't care: "I hope you don't have any pressure. I want to help you open a carving studio, which has nothing to do with Zhou yaleng."

"Then why..."

"Think of it as a dream of an old friend."

Leng Jinghong said and got up, just like he suddenly appeared, he said to Luo Xiaojing, waiting for you to call, and left the private restaurant in a hurry.

Little a then looks at the business card Luo Xiaojing holds: "Xiaojing, is he really the second uncle of Leng Dashen?"

"Really." Luo Xiaojing's mechanical answer is to think of another thing. Although Leng Jinghong seems to talk about Luo Rou casually, every word can arouse countless associations.

It's like her when she was young

Realize the dream of an old friend

But when Luo Xiaojing asked, he didn't answer directly. Why?

"Xiaojing, you see, so many people want you to open a carving studio. I think you can really think about it. Then I'll have a place to go and work for you."

There was something wrong with Leng Jinghong's attitude. The excitement of seeing her all the time revealed itself in every move.

"And there will be many sculptors coming here. After all, I can't wait to see whether you are a hot sculptor or the daughter of sculptor Luo Rou, Xiaojing."

A beautiful blueprint has been outlined by Xiao a, but Luo Xiaojing didn't hear a word. After a while, Xiao a found that Luo Xiaojing was preoccupied with what he was thinking. He put his finger to her and waved: "Hello! Did you listen to me? "

"What?"

Little a pouted: "you open a personal studio. I'm still unemployed. Please accept me!"

Chopsticks on a's forehead, Luo Xiaojing face: "even if you open a studio, you have to recruit a relatively beautiful sculptor. If you can't pass the audition of the sculpture competition, I have to consider being a little girl."

"Wuwuwuwu, can't we have a black curtain or something?"

"Think about it when you're full." With that, Luo Xiaojing couldn't hold his breath, and chuckled, "let's have a meal. We have to fight with the crystal carving. It's only 72 hours before we hand in our works."

Leng Jinghong's sudden appearance is temporarily forgotten by Luo Xiaojing, but when checking out, the boss tells them that Shan has been bought by Leng Jinghong.

Continuous courtship makes Luo Xiaojing a little confused. For example, there is always something hanging, which always reminds Luo Xiaojing that the efficiency in the afternoon is expected to be extremely low. Little a is only short of the final polishing, and she only gets to the second detailed painting."Xiaojing, something's wrong when you come back. Is it because of Leng Dashen's second uncle?"

"A little bit." Luo Xiaojing breathed out, "when I see his second uncle, I always feel that I will see his mother. It's a bit of a shadow in my heart."

Small a don't know what happened before, smile: "ugly daughter-in-law always want to see her mother-in-law, have cold God for your escort, it's OK, it's OK."

It's not nothing, but something hasn't happened yet. Luo Xiaojing wants to pull out a smile, but he can't pull it out.

Luo Xiaojing went back to her cottage early, and the unfinished sculptures were put on her workbench. She dragged her cheeks and looked at them, and suddenly thought of something.

When she got up and opened the wardrobe, she rummaged in the bottom drawer. Without what she was looking for, she changed to another one, but she couldn't find several drawers in succession.

Why? She clearly remembers that she put her mother's diary here.

Both Duan Zhenghao and Leng Jinghong have become Luo Xiaojing's worries. She has no other clues, so she can only place her hopes on her mother's diary. She vaguely remembers that her mother has the habit of keeping familiar people in her diary.

"Where is it? Where the hell is it? "

But the more urgent, the more unable to find, Luo Xiaojing a ruthless several cabinets are turned over, or not.

Panting sitting beside the bed, she knocked her head, thinking about where the diary might appear, a light suddenly flashed, mother's diary can't be in luomeina?

Disgust surges up. It's someone Luo Xiaojing doesn't want to see again in her life, but her mother's diary

Hesitating, I don't know what to do. Suddenly there is a knock on the door. Luo Xiaojing gets up to open the door, and his familiar face comes into view.

She was stunned: "you..."