"Miss Tang, this is a snack just steamed by the chef."

The maid put a basket of Osmanthus cakes at her table.

Tang Qing raised his head and saw the colorful cakes, slightly stunned.

The crystal clear glutinous rice skin, osmanthus are kneaded into the glutinous rice skin, the air can smell the faint fragrance of osmanthus, which is filled with bean paste, steaming, fluttering aroma.

Tang Qing's complexion stretched out his hand, picked up the piece of cake and tasted it, and then his face sank slightly.

She closed her eyes and didn't know what she was thinking.

*

after a little breakfast, Tang Qing went for a walk outside the villa.

The island is a beautiful scenery, anywhere is a beautiful magazine cover, she found a shady shade, comfortable lying down, hands folded on her abdomen, closed her eyes for a rest.

her mind is as like as two peas, and the sweet smell of those sweet osmanthus cakes is still in her mouth, which is just like her memory.

She thought of the man's cold skin, snow-white hair, and refused to meet her, only willing to appear at night.

There was a string in her heart, and every time she thought about the abnormality of that person, the string couldn't help tightening, which made her heart twitch.

She could not turn a blind eye to all this, pretend to see nothing, feel nothing, get along with him and the past.

Tang Qing felt her chest gradually depressed. She suddenly opened her eyes, sat up and stroked her heart. It seemed that someone was looking at her. Tang Qing subconsciously turned her head and saw that there were curtains shaking slightly on the balcony on the second floor.

She got up from the ground, held the trunk of the tree and looked up at the curtain. The black, heavy curtain fell straight down, blocking her exploration, but she had an intuition that the man was hiding behind the curtain.

She couldn't help but laugh. Is he so timid now? In broad daylight, she has not dared to appear in front of her, but to hide in the room to secretly look at her?

She didn't know that the little master of the Xiao family was such a coward.

She was a little angry, concealed anger, Tang Qing pursed his lips and angrily walked from the shade to the villa.

Has been watching her not far away, the maid looked at her movement, rushed to catch up with the past, she subconsciously looked at the second floor, see no response from the other side, slightly relieved.

*

Tang Qing ran all the way to the vermilion gate. He twisted the handle of the door. When he found that he couldn't open it, he said angrily, "I know you're in it. Open the door for me. I have something to tell you!"

The maid came cautiously from the downstairs and stood not far away looking at Tang Qing, not daring to act rashly.

The gentle little woman, like eating dynamite, clapped the door several times and found that there was no response inside, so she began to kick with her feet.

The maid looked at her movement at a loss, but did not dare to pull her forward.

"Xiao Fengting, come out for me!" Tang Qing called out to the room, "what do you want to do? Come out and tell me clearly. What kind of hero are you hiding in?"

"You come out, you get out! Do you hear me? "

……

In the dark room, the man standing beside the window sill slowly turned around and looked up at the door with the sound of "bang bang".

Tang Qing's voice came in from the door, which made his heart tingle.