First Lady

"Taking back all your thoughts, it's useless..."

Mi Sha bit her lips tightly and remained silent, as if she was engaged in a huge inner struggle, but how could the thoughts she had buried for many years be wiped out just because of Chu Qiao's few words, she...is really not reconciled.

Chu Qiao felt that he was really busy, and Mi Sha was like a saw-mouthed gourd, talking to her was really boring.

"Forget it, I don't want to say more to you. When you go back, you should behave yourself and see for yourself how the young master treats her. He is the only one in the young master's heart, and he can't tolerate others anymore."

After finishing speaking, Chu Qiao was about to walk to his seat, when Mi Sha suddenly asked, "Chu Qiao, do you have something to hide from the young master?"

Chu Qiao swayed for a moment, thought for a while and said, "No, how could I hide something from the young master."

He didn't want to hide it, he had to hide it, if he didn't hide it from the young master, they probably would have died in the coffee shop long ago.

But... Now that I'm back in China, should I say it, should I say it?

Having said that the young master might kill him in a fit of rage, not to mention that if the young master finds out by himself, he might be cut into pieces, Chu Qiao is very miserable, pitiful, and entangled...

In the end, he was still a timid person. He thought it would be better to wait until the young master went back and his hair was smoothed by his wife's gentle little hands. Maybe the young master would be reluctant to part with it.

For more than ten hours on the plane, Ming Ye always had a slight smile on his lips, and his Shanshan waved to him in his dream.

Chu Qiao closed his eyes and rested his mind, his mind was like a frying pan, and all kinds of emotions came out to cause trouble.

Misha stared obsessively at the person she had admired for many years. She could only look at such a handsome face without any scruples at this time, but...he was not hers.

Three people, three moods, slowly drifting away at a height of [-] feet.

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Lan Shan was still at home drinking afternoon tea boredly. The top floor of Ming's house was a glass greenhouse. There were many kinds of flowers growing in the greenhouse, many of which she couldn't name.

In such a midwinter afternoon, sitting in a sea of ​​flowers, drinking black tea and reading a book is also a timid enjoyment.

Lan Shan has been in a good mood today, and after the phone call with Ming Ye last night, she has been feeling sweet in her heart.