C11 It's Not That You Don't Understand Love

"I'll sleep with the nanny today."

"No need, I've already arranged the guest room for you."

What? The man with the guest room was really a bad guy. He could lie without any sketches, let alone blush.

Liao Zhenbo swept past her and took the lead as he walked up the stairs. However, he took a good look at her astonishment and anger.

His heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the sea. Darkness and bitterness assaulted him, trapping him within. This feeling was too strange, but it made him unable to stop and he did not want to let go.

Standing in the middle of the room, the chilly night wind blew through the hall, blowing the purple gauze curtains on the bed over and over. The fragrance of lavender mixed in with it assaulted his nose.

She loves purple, purple represents romance, has the mysterious color of melancholy, satisfies her to love the beautiful fantasy.

A strange feeling seemed to have been stirred from the bottom of his heart.

No, it was just a coincidence.

Unknowingly, Steward Wu's mother had already stood by the door. She lightly knocked a few times on the open door before speaking, "Madam, the Young Master asked me to pass this to you."

She placed a pair of lavender V-neck silk pajamas and a new Chanel suit on the big purple bed.

When he turned around and touched the wide silver door handle, he paused, as if he had been thinking for a long time. "Madam, our Young Master has never been so concerned about anyone before. Please do not let him down."

With that, she gently closed the door without any further movements, as if she had never been there before.

All that was left were the clothes and meaningful words that suited her, giving her endless doubts and thoughts.

She shook her head, picked up her pajamas, and carried them into the bathroom.

Perhaps all these doubts will one day cease to be perplexity. Update First Time

As she walked out of the bathroom, the melodious sound of her cell phone ringing could be heard. This bell belonged solely to him.

"Zhuo Ran, why did you call me only now?"

After waiting for a whole day and worrying her for a whole day, she finally felt somewhat relieved.

Her slender fingers, which were as white as green onions, sunk deeply into her dripping hair. While shaking, she walked towards the balcony. A burst of cool, violet fragrance assaulted her nose, immediately refreshing her spirit.

"Really? You want to come back early? Great, we will meet again very soon. " Joy flew up to her eyebrows, and her eyes narrowed to two tiny crescent moons. Her voice became melodious with her pleasant mood.

Not far away, there seemed to be a flickering light. Fu Xiaoqian looked closely and did not see it clearly, so she did not pay much attention to it.

On the other end of the phone, Fu Xiaoqian spoke in a silly tone.

"Mm, I missed you."

Her charming voice had a touch of shyness to it. It was as if there were thousands of butterflies dancing in her heart. The sweetness in her voice was like brilliant fireworks that bloomed at the bottom of her heart.

"Of course not. It was just a play. You know I never lie to you, so you have to believe me. "

She was eager to explain the truth.

Not far away, the sharp sound of glass breaking the silence of the night could be heard. It was transmitted to the other end of the hall through the vibration of the electromagnetic waves.

"Hmm? "Nothing, maybe something dropped and broke."

"Nothing important."

"Alright, I'll wait for you."

"I love you too."

After saying good night to each other, Fu Xiaoqian reluctantly retracted the thread. The feeling of being trusted turned out to be so beautiful.

The night wind carried a beautiful melody, making her unable to stop herself from humming a song that touched her heartstrings, "Wishing One Man's Heart!"

He only wished to win the heart of one person …

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These clear words mocked the lonely self

Looking forward to see you but always lying to yourself

I'm sorry you can't hear the song I sing

How much I want to sing to you...

Originally, those who could not forget love would take the past seriously. It turned out that it wasn't that she didn't understand love, but that her heart had already been filled, thus she didn't have more space to accommodate another person.

Just like his heart at the moment.

The uncontrollable heartache overflowed rapidly like ink, boundless and endless.

During the night, Fu Xiaoqian slept soundly without a dream. He then stretched his back and came down.

A pair of starry eyes scanned the interior of the room but did not find Liao Zhenbo.

"Director Liao, you're at work?"

After stuffing a large piece of toast into his mouth, he casually asked Mother Wu who was serving him breakfast. With his other hand, he picked up another piece of beef and put it in his mouth.

She wanted to enjoy a good meal while the person with indecisive Yin and Yang was not around.

However, there was another reason for her to wake up early. She wanted to talk about her good friend with him.

"No, ma'am. Young Master went to train in the morning. " Mother Wu held the plate and respectfully stood at the side. Her tone was kind and soft, as though she already considered her to be the mistress of this house.

"Puff …" "What?" She had just taken a sip of the soup, but when she received the signal that Liao Zhenbo would return, she spat out all of it in a radiating manner. "Cough, cough, cough …"

The snowy white face suddenly turned red, and blue veins were faintly visible on its forehead. Its head was swollen to the point that it looked like it was about to explode.

"Are you better, madame?" A trace of unease rose on Mother Wu's face as she stroked her back, "You're too thin, you need to make more supplements. If you have anything to eat in the future, just tell me and I'll get the chef to make it for you."

It was a strange feeling. Although he was a servant, he cared more about her than his relatives.

She raised her hazy teary eyes and looked at the old man who was still a stranger to her. An indescribable emotion welled up from the bottom of her heart, as if she was surprised, as if it was more than surprised.

"What do we do? I've wasted all of this food." She was the first to turn her head, pointing awkwardly at the plates on the table in front of her.

She was afraid that she would covet this care and indulge in this gentleness.

"It's alright, as long as Madam is fine. I'll tell the kitchen to make another set." Mrs. Wu called the servants over to clear up the dishes.

"Can I get you the same one?"

"Okay, thank you." She stared blankly at the slightly bent and aged figure in the distance.

Is it lack of love? No!

She had her own extraordinary love, with her parents and her brother in the United States, how could she love him?

But, just now, I clearly … Deep within.

No, maybe it's just that I've been through too many things recently. As long as anyone showed concern for me, I would feel that way.

She pulled out her thoughts, glanced at the door, and said, "Morning training? Would such a busy person have such leisure and elegance? " A pair of soft eyes traced the acid and pear wood pattern as they talked to themselves.

"Curious about me?"

A deep and mellow voice rang in his ears, and it was unknown when he had already stood in the hall.

Fu Xiaoqian looked towards the source of the voice. He was wearing a white sportswear with a thin layer of water droplets on his skin. Under the effect of the morning light, his skin reflected colorful lights. Even though he was covered in sweat, he still gave off a cold aura like spring.

It was like a large boy running from afar, covered in multicolored clouds and reflecting the sunlight. It was as if he had brought her back to the days of her youth in university.

She seemed to be in a daze, completely unaware of the pair of burning eyes looking at her with a smile that was not a smile.

He snapped out of his daze and cleared his throat in embarrassment. "No, I have something to talk to you about."

"Alright, wait for me for half an hour." He threw off his long legs and ran upstairs.

Looking at her lively back, Fu Xiaoqian wondered what had made her so happy in the morning.