Chapter 2077

She would rather hate him than be the stranger she knew best.

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Xiaofu.

Study.

Someone knocked on the door and called out in a low voice: "little master, Miss Tang is here."

The voice in the room was elegant and beautiful: "come in."

The door of the study was gently pushed open, and the servant pushed Tang Qing carefully into it.

Xiao Fengting leaned against the window sill with a coffee cup in his hand. From his perspective, he could see the scene of her coming back from the car just now.

I'm afraid he was drinking coffee and enjoying her humiliation.

"Little Lord, I went out first."

The servant was very considerate and left them room to be alone.

The door closed slowly behind her. In the sunny study, only the breath of her and him was left.

Xiao Fengting did not come. He was still leaning against the window sill. His white shirt was bathed in the sun. His skin was as white as the petals of some kind of flower in the light, with clear lines and delicate snow white.

It seems that the white of his master's heart is shining.

So he stood in the sun, beautiful and perfect face, as they had seen for the first time.

If she had ever known that meeting him would be so thrilling and broken, she would not open the door, choose to meet him, and would not be bewitched by his light. She would die under the light and shadow that once made her moved.

She regretted it, but it was too late.

She looked up at Xiao Fengting slowly put down the coffee cup, leaned over to her side, the shadow of his body gradually covered her.

Then he reached out and held her firmly.

Her body, because of his touch, but filled with familiar pain, she can not help but resist for a while, the other party did not give her the opportunity to refuse, and forcefully held her in his arms.

His body is like the light fragrance of zhirulan, she is like a drowning insect, caught by the smell of hunting and killing.

If that turns out to be the case, maybe you don't have to run from the beginning

Because, can't escape at all.

She looked at the face close in front of her, but it seemed that she could not see his face at all. What she saw was just the endless nightmare in her long life and the shackles that she could never break free from

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the servant gently pushed the door in and saw the scene in the study. He was stunned for a moment.

Xiao Fengting is not in front of his desk. He is sitting on the sofa, with his iPad in his hand, dealing with documents.

And his knee, pillow that just came back to the woman, she has fallen asleep, sleeping face calm and slightly tired.

This scene brought her a wonderful harmony and disharmony. She felt a little strange in her heart. When Xiao Fengting saw her, she looked up at her and asked her with his eyes, "what's the matter?"

"Lunch is ready, the cook asked you, about when you will go downstairs for dinner."

She asked in a low voice.

Xiao Fengting looked at Tang Qing, who was sleeping on his knee, and gently stroked her hair with his fingers. He said faintly, "wait a little longer, and wait for her to wake up."

"Yes..." The maid took a look at the woman who was already asleep, then lowered her head and left.

Xiao Fengting is in a good mood.

Although he was always like this, she could feel that he was in a good mood today.