Jin Shiyue stroked the back of her head with his palm, and comforted her gently and gently.
Lian Li's tears fell even more violently, and his five fingers loosened the corner of his clothes, wrapped his arms around his waist, and pressed them tightly.
The obsession with finding her mother has long been deeply embedded in her life.
Since she knew about it, she has been suppressing her emotions until this moment, she can no longer control it.
Lian Li had never cried so hard, and she was shaking all over and kept choking, as if she had lost all her calmness and reason.
The tears that overflowed her eyes turned into a rainy season, which drizzled over Jin Shiyue's head, and also poured him over.
The metropolitan night outside the car window is no different from usual, with bustling and dazzling colors, and the neon lights are like a magnificent corner.
The black Mercedes-Benz galloped on the busy streets, and the world in the back seat seemed to be isolated.
Silence, darkness, pain, and crazily breeding.
Lian Li felt chills all over, relying solely on Jin Shiyue's body temperature and the temperature of his arms to maintain the last bit of hardness.
After a long time, the tears stopped.
She buried her neck, sucking her nose constantly, and the small sobs made were particularly clear in the silent carriage.
Jin Shiyue slightly widened the distance between the two, and used the dim light in the carriage to measure her red face and swollen eyes. Her pupils were wet and watery, which made people feel heart-wrenching.
He wiped the tears from her cheeks with his handkerchief.
Lian Li faced his gaze and said weakly, "What should I do? Your clothes are wet."
The scorching tears rolled on his shoulders, a total of 102 drops.
The clothes and neck were completely wet, shaping out the sexy and bony collarbone.
Jin Shiyue lowered his eyes and glanced over, as if he didn't care or care. He raised his eyelids and looked at Lian Li, and raised his eyebrows: "I'll give you a family heirloom?"
Lian Li frowned and refused: "I don't want it."
Who is a good person who regards a man's shirt as a family heirloom? It's not made of gold.
"I don't want this, nor do I want that. You girl are so picky." Jin Shiyue held her face with her wider palm and gently stroked the ends of her eyes.
Lian Li pursed his lips and said nothing, looking at him leisurely for a few seconds, and then said, "It's obviously you're picky."
"Huh?" Jin Shiyue raised his eyebrows, as if he was intrigued, "I'm not picky."
"You can't put seasonings such as onions, garlic, coriander, ginger, etc. in the food, but you must maintain the taste. The younger you call Mr. Jin, the younger you are, the younger you are. The tea you make is turned over to others first, and you dislike it not for you..." br>
After counting one by one, Jin Shiyue laughed: "That's it?"
"This is a lot," Lian Li said.
"It's rare." Jin Shiyue said.
All right.
She and the eldest son's criteria for determining the quantity are inconsistent, just like she thinks that tens of thousands of yuan per pen is very expensive, but he thinks it is too cheap.
Jin Shiyue helped her wipe her tears, and Lian Li carefully wiped it himself.
The car window fell a little, and fresh air rushed into the car instantly. Lian Li's long hair was blown up by the wind, her eyes were red, tears were still spinning in her eyes, and her slender and thick eyelashes were wet.
She looked at the shimmering Huangpu River in the distance, and her emotions were swaying like candlelight in the wind.
The tide on the Qiantang River has come, and today I know that I am me.
Mercedes-Benz drove into the Yujing Palace, with lights everywhere around it, the sky was vast, and the moonlight was covering the beautiful sycamore trees with a hazy veil. Jin Shiyue asked someone to prepare dinner in advance. Although Lian Li still had no appetite, she still sat down and drank half a bowl of seafood porridge.
Jin Shiyue knew that she was exhausted now, and she needed a more sleep than filling her stomach, and did not force her to eat more food.
After dinner, I sat in the living room for a while and then Lian Li went to the bathroom to take a shower.
The servant put the bath water, and the aromatherapy petals and toiletries were all ready. Lian Li was soaked in the bathtub and tried to empty her mind, but failed.
She remembered Ji Tan's face, expression, and every word she said clearly, and it was constantly screened in her mind like a TV series.
One stone stirs up a thousand layers of waves.
Tonight, Lianli's bathing time was shorter than every time in the past.
She put on her nightgown and came out of the bathroom, and Jin Shiyue was on the balcony.
Lian Li looked at his tall figure, climbed onto the bed silently, got into the quilt, pulled down his heavy eyelids, and closed his eyes.
Very sleepy, very tired, but can't sleep.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Her mind was highly tense, and there seemed to be countless strings that were about to break - perhaps the strings of the cello.
If the first string breaks, it may be like a domino, followed by the second, third, and nth roots...all the nth roots break.
Lian Liqiang held on to prevent the first string from breaking. Just when she was about to be unable to hold on, the bed beside her was sunk downwards, and the man stretched out his arms to hook her over and hugged her in his arms.
"Can't sleep?" His voice was low and scattered, and the words were clearly ringing in her ears.
Lian Li didn't open his eyes and shrank into his arms.
Maybe the man's chest was too warm, maybe it seemed that no matter what she was doing, he would like her... Lian Lidun developed a desire to talk.
"Didn't you ask me before, why my parents like cello, don't they learn it themselves?" Lian Li's voice was very soft, "She learned it."
Who is TA, it's obvious.
She was willing to take the initiative to mention Ji Tan, which was a great progress for both her and the two of them.
Jin Shiyue felt an unspeakable feeling in his heart, and his voice was a little cynical: "It must be less powerful than you."
"I learned cello to find her. She liked cello. I thought that if one day she saw me on the stage, knew my name, and recognized me as her daughter, she would come to find us father and daughter." >
Fantasy is beautiful, but the fact is that Ji Tan knows her concert and doesn't want to recognize her.
Lian Li doesn’t have much talent in music, and she puts a lot of energy and sweat into learning cello.
When other children were young, they learned piano and their fingers were broken and bleeding. When they called their parents in pain, Lian Li gritted her teeth and endured the pain, saying that she was fine and she could practice for another two hours.
In order not to let Lian Jingcheng find the wound on her hand, Lian Li did not have a band-aid patch, and the wound healed and cracked.
I don’t know when it started, but being injured was common for her, and she gradually became numb to the pain and became more calm and calm.
"She said that she had no choice but to leave us before. She didn't want my father to be implicated or the Zhong family to hurt our father and daughter. She wanted to come back to find us after she had solved the problem."
But no matter how smart and brave Ji Tan is, she is still just a person. She cannot shake the Zhong family or break free from the burly bodyguard.
Even if I feel extremely reluctant to leave and am locked in a gold cage from a foreign country, it will be useless to be unable to escape.
"Your favorite "Battle of Liang" is also her favorite song."
"I don't like it now." Jin Shiyue suddenly said. (This chapter ends)