Tang Qing's last trace in the world is the room she once lived in. Since Xiao Fengting moved back to Xiaofu, the room has been completely locked by him and no one is allowed to enter.

Xiao Fengting himself was also locked in.

After Tang Ning disappeared, Xiao Fengting went with the tide for a period of time, looking for all kinds of girls to fill in the gap. But now that Tang Qing is dead on that mountain, Xiao Fengting seems not to want to go out of the gate. He is so decadent, but he manages the company in an orderly way. It seems that the whole person's attention is focused on the affairs, and there are few tables Show pain and sadness.

Only in the hazy, sleepy time, his body will not be careful to leak out a little bit of sadness and missing that he covered with the iron box.

That little bit of sadness, also in his gradually sober come, like raindrops falling into the sea, melting without a trace.

Xiao Fengting leaned on the office chair, looked at the computer screen in front of him, and asked faintly, "what's the matter?"

His voice was too weak, and a question he said was like a statement, as if he had no interest in why she came in.

Xia Ling talks about unconsciously rubbing the red wrist pinched by Xiao Fengting. She doesn't feel the pain here. She just has a little prickle in her heart. She doesn't know how to transfer this little pain. She can only relieve it by this way.

Xia Ning chatted and lowered her head: "it's nearly ten o'clock. I don't see you coming out. I want to ask you when you'll have dinner."

When Xiao Fengting heard the time, he was stunned, then raised his hand and seemed to be a little tired and pinched his eyebrows. "Yes, it's so late. I've finished reading the financial statements. You can send them to the company's chief financial officer later. "

Summer lemon chat should be a: "good."

Xiao Fengting is sitting on the office chair, leaning back slightly, looking at the emptiness above.

He didn't speak any more, and the office gradually quieted down.

Xia Ning chat hesitated for a moment, "then I'm out."

She couldn't think of anything to say.

Xiao Fengting "um" a, in the summer lime chat fast walk to the door, he suddenly way: "your hand is OK?"

Xia Ning chats and covers her wrist unconsciously. In fact, it doesn't hurt much, and the red fingerprints gradually fade away.

She shook her head. "It's OK. It doesn't hurt."

"I just dreamt about her."

Xiao Fengting suddenly said.

Xia Ning chat felt the needle pricking pain in her heart came back. She took a shivering breath and looked up at him.

"I dreamt that she lived here. Maybe it's because I didn't see her dead and couldn't imagine it, so She's still very nice. " His voice was very light, as if he was just talking to himself. He couldn't hear any tone. "All the osmanthus flowers in the garden are in bloom. I've asked someone to make her a sweet scented osmanthus cake that she likes to eat, and I'm sending it to her..."

And then she woke up.

His dream is a continuation of reality.

If Tang Qing was still alive, he would send people to pick Osmanthus fragrans, and then ask people to make snacks

Just like the past spring.

Xia Ling takes a low breath and feels the pain in her heart. Her eyes are red.

"If Miss Tang is still alive, she doesn't want you to be like this."

Xiao Fengting slowly smile, "if you see me like this, she probably won't think I am in for her sad."

“……”

"I didn't tell her, and she never believed it."

“……”

She hates me He whispered, "if she thinks death will revenge me, she will be happy to do it. I can't let her know. "