Young Master, Don't Bother Me

Duan Zhenghao got up, walked around the desk to the safe in the corner, stuck his fingerprints on it, opened it, and took out several boxes.

It seems that the antique carving box has been used for some years. After carefully rubbing the pattern on it, he solemnly handed it to Luo Xiaojing.

"I think you should."

Suspicions flit through her eyes. Luo Xiaojing doesn't know what tricks Duan Zhenghao is going to play, so she doesn't open it immediately. It's heavy. She suddenly reacts that what's in the box is

"It's your mother's sculpture."

His eyes are full of disbelief. The next second, Luo Xiaojing confirms that Duan Zhenghao didn't cheat her.

One after another, some of the flowers are sold off by Luo Meili, and some of them are gone. But at this moment, they lie safely in the box, reflecting Luo Xiaojing's eyes red.

"I've collected all these years. Although I haven't collected all of them, they're all Luo Rou's own work."

There are too many counterfeits, so it's not easy to make genuine ones out of the numerous counterfeits. Only a few people know about Luo Rou's carving. Leng Yu is one and Duan Zhenghao is one.

"It's my obsession to carve flowers again. You can guess my purpose, but I want to carve Luo Rou's flowers again. I just want to fulfill my wish for many years."

Duan Zhenghao doesn't care how much Luo Xiaojing can listen to or believe. His bleak eyes are fixed on the box in Luo Xiaojing's hand. He continues: "I'm young and frivolous. Now I just want to make up for my mistakes. Xiaojing, in fact, I've been looking for you all these years."

"I'm doing well." Luo Xiaojing looked down at flowers, "maybe you think I'm not very good, but the fact is, I'm really good."

She doesn't want to tangle on this issue. She doesn't have the concept of a father, and she doesn't want to be under the same roof with Duan Qingyan.

"If you come back, you can live better." Duan Zhenghao sighed heavily, "Luorou is no longer here. I don't want her daughter and I to be exiled."

"I don't have to be Mr. Duan's daughter." It seems that every time I meet Duan Zhenghao, she has to emphasize and repeat, "your daughter is Duan Qingyan. I'm just your suspected self righteous. Even if I'm really your daughter, I don't want to go back to Duan's home."

"Are you worried about cigarettes? I'll find a way to make you live in harmony. "

Luo Xiaojing shook his head helplessly: "Mr. Duan, some things will not develop with your subjective ideas."

He didn't pick out the truth, but he hit Duan Zhenghao's pain. He was born and raised by himself. He could only choose one of them.

"Give me a price for your collection of flowers." Luo Xiaojing slowly closed the box, "I know Mr. Duan is giving up love, so I can't take it for nothing."

No matter how much you say, Luo Xiaojing is still determined to draw a clear line with him. Duan Zhenghao's patience is a little overwhelming: "Xiaojing, do you have to be so clear with me?"

"Of course." She said with a smile, "if there is no debt, there will be no knot in my heart. If I accept your flowers with peace of mind today, I can't refuse any request you put forward later."

"I just want to make up as much as I can, can't you accept it? Just a little bit. "

"Why should we accept it with peace of mind?" She pauses, and the corners of her lips are still smiling, "when I need you, you are not there. I wait and wait until I am frustrated, so I tell myself forget it and don't wait. Slowly, I found that it was not important to me, and I didn't want it any more. At this time, you appeared and forced me to accept it in order to reduce my guilt. Why

Under the calm, there was a huge void. The door of his heart had been closed for a long time. Duan Zhenghao was not satisfied with filling it.

"What if I give Duan to you?"

Luo Xiaojing is stunned when he hears the speech. Duan Qingyan's knocking hand stops in the air outside the study. Who will Duan Zhenghao give Duan to? It can't be

With a glance, she saw Su Han drinking tea in the garden.

Dangdang Dang.

After three knocks on the door, she directly pushed open the door of the study and saw that Luo Xiaojing, who she didn't want to see, was sitting there. Her pretty face suddenly changed color.

"Dad, Carver Lowe." But then she had a flawless smile.

"Xiaoyan, why did you come back so soon?"

Duan Qingyan, who came back early, embarrassed Duan Zhenghao. He calculated the time. Duan Qingyan should still be in the cold house at this time.

But this embarrassment, just what he and Luo Xiaojing said became a joke.

"Aunt Zhou would have kept me for lunch." Duan Qingyan swept Luo Xiaojing with provocative eyesight, "but I'm worried that Dad will come back. Dad, I hear that you always cough these nights. Please call doctor Chen."

Zhou Ya is fond of her father and daughter, and Luo Xiaojing is a fool if she can't see Duan Qingyan's intention to show off.

Holding the antique box of mother's Lily, Luo Xiaojing stood up coldly. He didn't give Duan Qingyan a look in his eyes: "then don't disturb Mr. Duan."

"Sculptor Luo..."

"Is this a custom order made by my father in teacher Su?" Duan Qingyan's surprise voice overshadowed Duan Zhenghao's stop voice. She quickly walked to the desk and passed Luo Xiaojing, who is now there, deliberately bumping her shoulder."It's the sculptor of Mr. Su. I can't find any defects." Picking up Duan Zhenghao's treasured white jade angel, Duan Qingyan's eyes were on fire. In a twinkling, she said, "Dad, is this the custom you prepared for me?"

"No, Xiaoyan, this is..."

Duan Qingyan will not give Duan Zhenghao an opportunity to explain: "let me learn from Mr. Su's carving, right?"

"It's not, it's..."

Turning to Luo Xiaojing, Luo Xiaojing sees Duan Zhenghao's embarrassment in his eyes and mocks him. Duan Zhenghao doesn't even dare to say that the angel is made by him and himself, and dare to ensure harmonious coexistence?

But Duan Zhenghao dare not, she dare.

"This is my sculpture."

"The sculptor's?" Duan Qingyan pretended to be in an accident. He shriveled his mouth and looked at Duan Zhenghao wrongly. "Dad, is what the sculptor Luo said true?"

There was no question, only sadness and grievance. She was also a sculptor, but Duan Zhenghao went beyond her to customize with her competitors, even though she already knew.

Duan Zhenghao pinched his forehead with a headache: "Xiaoyan, go back to your room first, and I'll find you later."

"I know, Dad."

Duan Qing's cigarette holder holds the white jade angel's hand, but it doesn't loosen. She slightly raises her eyes. Luo Xiaojing looks at her eyes like a sharp knife, secretly proud, and she hums and smiles without trace.

You don't like me touching your sculpture, Luo Xiaojing, but what can you do with me?

"Xiaoyan, you can't take Lanzhi Baiyu back."

Duan Qingyan wakes up like a dream, apologizes and puts back the white jade. He doesn't know whether it's flustered or wandering. His hand shakes inexplicably. After a harsh sound of debris, the white jade angel falls apart.