Chapter 492

The manager nodded: "I see, I will go out and tell them later."

"Go down, by the way, and call the doctor over!"

Lin Ruolan's presence in the arena can be described as being in a state of confusion, no one dared to touch her, and if she bumped into her accidentally, she would just smile.

After singing two songs, without accompanying wine, and earning a lot of money, her mood can be described as cool.

Zhang Lin can already use two words to describe her as speechless, she is in a good mood, and she is quite good!

Pei Yijing seldom prunes flower branches in the past few nights, but just sits there and reads magazines.

Mo Wan sighed for a long time: "Oh, what's going on with Xiaolan? It's been a few days, do you still want to learn?"

Without words, Pei Yijing just raised his eyebrows lightly, still looking at the magazine in his hand, his expression was as calm as the wind.

Mo Wan looked at him: "What do you think, are you worried about Xiaolan?"

Pei Yijing raised his head and smiled warmly: "Second sister-in-law, it seems that it's not my turn to worry about her."

"Then who will it be her turn to worry about?" Mo Wan glared at him angrily: "Really, we are friends no matter what, so you should worry too!"

Putting the magazine on the table, Pei Yijing got up and pointed out the window: "Second sister-in-law, I'm going to trim the flower branches, today's flower branches haven't been trimmed yet."

"Go, go, you'd better live with Hua for the rest of your life!" Mo Wan hated that iron can't make steel, and flowers are just flowers, can flowers become a wife?

Pei Yijing smiled lightly, and walked out of the villa, only Mo Wan was left in the living room gritting his teeth angrily, that's too much!

Perhaps it was because of the rain in the past few days, the roses these days are very delicate and beautiful, with water droplets rolling on the stamens, which is very beautiful.

The scissors went up and down, and he cut off all the extra flower branches beside the rose. Only by cutting off the extra branches, could it grow better.

At this moment, a mobile phone rang, and Pei Yijing answered the phone: "Hello?"

"It's me, Han Cheng."

"Already left?"

"No, I'm at the airport right now, I'm about to board the plane, so I'll give you a call. Don't forget me when you arrive in Milan! I will look for you every day, so don't pretend you don't know me then."

Pei Yijing smiled lightly: "No."

"That's good, my birthday present for you is ready, and I will mail it to you on your birthday."

"thanks."

"How can we be so polite between the two of us, when is my birthday, have you forgotten?"

"Ninth day of December."

Han Cheng laughed out of satisfaction: "I remember quite clearly, well, it's time to board the plane, so I won't repeat myself, when will you arrive in Milan?"

Pei Yijing thought about it carefully: "In another two weeks."

"Okay, I'll call you then, bye." After finishing the sentence, Han Cheng hung up the phone with a slight smile on his handsome face.

Milan, when he arrives in Milan, the relationship between them is just the beginning.

Thinking of Lin Ruolan's injured legs, Pei Yijing took out the phone again, and rubbed the word Lin Ruolan with his big bony hands for a long time, but he didn't press it down.

Cursing his lips, he put his phone aside and leaned over to look at the green rose, which had a different kind of beauty and freshness.

Everyone in the world loves red roses because they are delicate, passionate, and fiery.

But he only loves the green rose, because it is fresh, unique and light.

Blue roses and yellow roses are not inferior in the slightest, but they are not the ones I want.

At this moment, the phone rang again. There was still dirt on Pei Yijing's hands, so he had no choice but to clamp the phone between his shoulders and give him a soft feed.

The call came from an unfamiliar number with no name, so he had no idea who it was.

It's just that that part was very strange, there was no sound, it was quiet, as if it didn't exist.

"Hello?" He raised his eyebrows slightly.

"..." There were no words, and some were just faint breathing sounds, but at this time there was a little rush.

Pei Yijing's eyes closed slowly, his eyes became clear, and he said, "Rusu..."

Finally, a low cry came from that part, in the darkness of night, that kind of cry seemed very sad: "Yijing, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Now, besides saying sorry, what else can she say?

"The matter is over." He took the scissors away, sat down in front of the flowerbed, and stroked the branches and leaves shaking in the wind with his fingertips.

"I didn't do those things intentionally. I didn't do it on purpose. When I was sick, everything was out of my control, including my thoughts and behaviors. I didn't know I would do those things. What should I do?"

Her sobs were flustered, like a lost child who couldn't find her way, and all she could do was cry.

"It's over, just forget it..."

"Never forget, never forget, I will always remember."

"You can forget it after a long time, time can heal all scars, well, it's time for you to rest..."

That part fell into a deep silence, and it wasn't until a long time later that she cautiously said, "Yijing, I've been thinking about you, very much, do you miss me?"

Pei Yijing rubbed his forehead: "Rusu, it's time for you to rest. You have just recovered from your illness. Only by resting can you recover faster. Go rest."

Not entangled with such questions any longer, Liu Rusu responded, and then hung up the phone.

it's been two years