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"Shen Qingqing, can you talk to me properly?" Huo Tingxiao frowned slightly. His slender body looked particularly awkward on the dim seaside. His pair of phoenix eyes were so deep that no one could see the depth of his eyes. How much thought is hidden?
Hearing these words, Shen Qingqing was a little puzzled. Please talk nicely?
When did Huo Tingxiao have a good conversation with her, Shen Qingqing?
Why should she ask her to talk to him now?
Why? !
Shen Qingqing smiled slightly, "No!"
Huo Tingxiao didn't speak anymore, just looked at the ships drifting in the sea in the distance. The lights on the seaside were dim and the coastline stretched endlessly.
He suddenly remembered that eight years ago, at the beach in Tahiti, he held Shen Qingqing's hand and walked side by side on the soft beach.
The memories of that time were so sweet. At that time, there was no Huo Tingyan, no Xu Youran, only Huo Tingxiao and Shen Qingqing. It is a pity that such a beautiful time can never come back.
There are too many people and things between them. For eight years, Shen Qingqing, who was so amazing and talented at that time and held in the palm of his hand by Huo Tingxiao, was also destroyed by himself, and he said that he would never leave Huo Ting. Xiao's Shen Qingqing has also given birth to a child with another man.
Time is really a ruthless thing.
But Shen Qingqing is not the only one who doesn¡¯t want to mention what happened eight years ago, and he doesn¡¯t want to mention it either.
I just don¡¯t want to mention it, but my heart can¡¯t help it, and I can¡¯t get rid of those memories.
Shen Qingqing sat quietly on a beach chair away from him, silently, her dark eyes were bright, but her eyes fell vaguely in the distance, without saying a word.
A cool breeze was blowing. Since it was night, the sea breeze was still a bit cold.
Shen Qingqing subconsciously crossed her arms, as if she was afraid of the cold, her hair was slightly lowered, and her eyes were dark.
"Are you cold?" Huo Tingxiao frowned slightly, and a cold voice sounded from across from her.
But before Shen Qingqing could say anything, the man over there had already stood up, took off his suit jacket, and casually put it on Shen Qingqing's thin shoulders.
"Thank you, Mr. Huo, I'm not cold!" Shen Qingqing sneered, then pushed away Huo Tingxiao's clothes, her eyes were distracted, and she casually looked at the rolling sea in the distance.
And the valuable coat fell directly on the beach chair. Her voice was cold, "Mr. Huo said that I am very dirty, so a dirty woman like me is not worthy of being stained by Mr. Huo!"
When Huo Tingxiao heard this, his brows were frivolous, and his handsome cheeks were stained with a little anger. It seemed like a long time passed before he spoke again indifferently, "It's getting late, I'll take you back!"
"Well!" Shen Qingqing stood up, walking quickly, too impatiently.
The car drove along the coastline. The lights were bright everywhere it passed, but the atmosphere inside the car was suffocatingly silent.
Huo Tingxiao was driving the car intently, while Shen Qingqing was looking at the scenery outside the window, her eyes slightly distracted, but her palms were secretly placed on one side, slightly curled up, and clenched into fists.
It¡¯s almost twelve o¡¯clock now. I wonder if that girl in Midsummer is asleep?
She had a lot of fun today, and Aunt Rong should put her to sleep, but she was afraid that she would wake up in the middle of the night, not see her, and look for her.
"What are you thinking about?" Huo Tingxiao's deep and magnetic voice suddenly sounded beside him. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com