Tang Qing looked at her expression and moved his lips. After all, he didn't say a word.

The way she talks to herself, there's no point in what she says.

Tang Qing hugged his legs, put his chin on his knees, slowly lowered his eyes and closed them.

Xiao Fu said, "well, it's almost time. I have to go. See you later. See you next time

Someone came over from afar. It was Xiao Fengting's driver. Seeing Mrs. Xiao here, he breathed a sigh of relief and went up to Xiao Fu and said, "the plane at 3:30, we should go."

Mrs. Xiao carried her skirt, and Shi ran left the garden.

Tang Qing slowly opened his eyes and looked at Mrs. Xiao's back, then lowered his eyes and moved his lips silently - "it's disgusting."

These people and these things, let her feel incomparably disgusting.

*

after Lin Wei'an and Mrs. Xiao left, the villa returned to its former tranquility.

Everything was as usual, as if nothing had changed.

The marriage date of Xiao Fengting and Lin Wei'an has also been determined. It is the end of December.

Xiao Fengting is over 30 years old and will finally get married. This is a big event for the Xiao family. However, it may be that what Xiao Fengting ordered, such a thing that should have been known to all, was not discussed by the whole Xiao family. Tang Qing happened to overhear two servants talking about it when he was wandering around the garden. Only then did he know the marriage date of Xiao Fengting and Lin Weian.

She listened, and then secretly left, also did not be found by the two maids.

After all, everyone pretended that nothing had happened, and she didn't want to break the peace.

And, to be honest, it has nothing to do with her.

After the beginning of school, the weather gradually turned cool day by day, osmanthus also continued to thank, and soon, it was winter.

Tang Qing stayed at home alone and had nothing to do. He asked someone to buy a book for knitting wool, and he wove in the flower house to weave a scarf.

She thought that before winter came, she would learn to weave scarves. When the time came, she would weave one for fruit and one for Luo Yi and Luo Nan Chu. Although it was not a valuable thing, the meaning of weaving by hand was different. Besides, it's about finding something to do.

Tang Qing hand is very clever, according to the book to read, quickly learned, a week to weave a scarf for three people. She had nothing to do and began to learn how to knit hats again.

Xiao Fengting was very supportive when she knew about it. After all, he couldn't stay at home with her all the time. After all, she had social activities to do and couldn't take her with her. It was good that she could find something to do at home.

But when he went to bed at night, he also suggested that Tang Qing give him only a scarf. But Tang Qing really opened his eyes and took a look at him when he was lying on the bed. Then he took back his eyes and went on sleeping. He didn't hear anything.

Later, she turned over the scarves she had put in the gift box. There were just three scarves. Sure enough, none of them was left for him.

This kind of treatment, he can only smile bitterly.

Late autumn evening, the transparent glass greenhouse is covered by the afterglow, the temperature here is higher than outside.

Xiao Fengting came back from his dusty driving, and he had changed into a long black windbreaker. He had just returned from a business trip in Australia and had not seen Tang Qing for three days.

As soon as he entered the door, he took off his windbreaker and asked, "where's qinger?"