Chapter 22

In the dark of night, Shen Qingqing was walking aimlessly on the side of the road in a beige windbreaker, her hands in her pockets, and her black high-heeled shoes made a clear sound on the asphalt road.

now she is as like as two peas in A, and clearly has returned to the place where she grew up, but still feels unattached and lonely.

She recalled that when her father was still there, he would sit in his study with thick gold framed glasses and enjoy the dental carvings of the late Qing Dynasty in his hands. When he saw her standing at the door, he would smile at her lovingly and say to her, "Qingqing, come here, dad will show you the new paintings."

When Shen Qingqing thought of this, there was a dense mist in front of her eyes again, and a little light spot appeared in her vision, but she was addicted to the memories of the past and couldn't extricate herself until she heard the rapid sound of the whistle and the harsh sound of friction on the ground when the car was braking, so she held her head and squatted down.

After a while, she slowly opened her eyes and saw a brand-new Maserati parked right in front of her. The streamlined body and beautiful shell all showed the value of the car. She raised her head, through the windshield, to a pair of deep Obsidian eyes.

When the door opened, a pair of black shoes reached the ground first. Shen Qingqing looked up along the straight trousers of the suit. When she saw the man's face, she was surprised.

It's the man in front of them on the plane!

"Miss, do you have something..."

"It's you!"

Leng Shaoheng never thought that he would meet Shen Qingqing here. As soon as he was about to spit out an inquiry, he was swallowed by him again.

He looked up and down at Shen Qingqing coldly. She was squatting on the ground with thin clothes. The night wind blew away the hair on her cheek, revealing her plain and beautiful face. Her expression was a little confused and helpless.

But as soon as he thought of what happened that night, he took back his love and said sarcastically.

"Touch porcelain?"

Shen Qingqing looked at him incredulously, "what do you say?"

Leng Shaoheng picked his eyebrows and his eyes were full of sarcasm. "You don't go home in the middle of the night and run to the street. I honked the horn so many times that you don't listen to me. You insist on hitting my car. What's not porcelain bumping?"

Shen Qingqing was stunned by his words. She pulled up her hair which was blown away by the wind, stood in front of Leng Shaoheng again, bowed her head and said to him, "I'm sorry, Mr. Leng. It's my fault. I didn't hear the sound of the car flute."

Leng Shaoheng glanced at her. When he touched the tiny red mark in the corner of her eyes, he suddenly trembled and frowned and asked, "did you cry?"

Shen Qingqing shook his head and said stubbornly, "No."

Xu didn't get the expected answer. He was rather unhappy and said in a cold voice, "you don't sleep in the middle of the night. What are you doing on the road? You don't want to live, do you?"

Shen Qingqing bit her lower lip and didn't answer. It was her fault that she couldn't explain anything to him.

Seeing that she refused to speak, Leng Shaoheng was even more angry. A trace of anger flashed in her eyes and laughed, "I guessed right, didn't I? But you seem to have the wrong person! "

"My car was just put forward yesterday. The full price is 3.6 million yuan. You just touched the hood of my car. I didn't ask you for money. Thank God for that!"

Shen Qingqing could hardly believe her ears and said, "what?"

Leng Shaoheng was very satisfied with her reaction. He hooked the corner of his lower lip and leaned close to her. His voice was low and pleasant. "Miss Shen, are you sure you want to touch porcelain?"

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