Mr. Shen’s soft rose is a bit cold

Chapter 35 She is his poppy
  Emerald Bay is a high-end community surrounded by mountains and rivers. The security system is extremely strong and ranks among the best in Beijing.

The car stopped in the villa, and Ruan Qingmeng was helped out of the car by Mu Yan. Looking at the yard that had been tidied up like a garden, Mu Yan smiled and said: "This is really nice, suitable for recuperation."

Ruan Qingmeng didn't feel too much. She still preferred the environment in Shu City. The natural air there seemed to be good. Maybe it was a matter of mentality.

A middle-aged couple walked over quickly, and Tan Fu introduced: "Miss Ruan, they are the servants and gardeners here, Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu. Uncle Xu is also the driver and can take you out for a walk."

They both smiled and called her: "Miss."

Ruan Qingmeng nodded politely: "Hello."

Tan Fu helped carry her things to the bedroom, "The boss said it's not convenient for Miss to go upstairs, so she will stay on the first floor first."

As he spoke, he took out a business card from his pocket and handed it over, "This is my phone number. You can see if there is anything missing. You can talk to me, or you can talk to Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu."

Ruan Qingmeng took it and glanced at it, "Thank you."

"Then I'll leave first."

"Your boss, will he come?"

Tan Fu was stunned for half a second. He didn't expect her to ask so naturally: "I'm just an assistant. I can't guess what the boss is thinking."

After talking about business matters, he was about to leave when he heard Mu Yan say, "Wait, I'll go with you."

She hugged Ruan Qingmeng and said, "Have a good rest and call me if you need anything."

He hugged her back and said, "Okay."

Mu Yan did not stay. She was already trying to find out who sent people to surround them. This revenge must be avenged.

Ruan Qingmeng had lunch and sat on a wicker chair under the flower stand in the yard to read.

The summer wind is filtered by the mountains and rivers, making it a little cooler.

The woman was wearing off-white casual home clothes. Her long hair was tied casually behind her back with a rubber band. The hair on her temples fell down and swayed gently with the summer wind.

Quiet and beautiful.

She turned the page with one hand and took a sip from the water glass next to her. The moment she put it down, she seemed to see a blurry figure on the glaze of the water glass. She was stunned for a moment. She supported her chin with one hand and picked up the mobile phone on the table. Bring up the front camera and zoom in.

The man was wearing a white shirt, standing behind the flower garden, looking in her direction.

The heartbeat suddenly went out of control.

The first time they met a year later, it was in this way. Ruan Qingmeng curled his lower lip in a self-deprecating way, and his chest felt heavy and stuffy.

She pretended to send a message back and continued reading. She just looked at it and fell asleep on the table.

Shen Xinghe looked at the sleeping woman and frowned more and more. He endured it again and again, but walked over, carefully took the book out of her hand, and hugged her.

Looking at the woman in his arms, his eyes were deep and complicated, he looked away and looked straight ahead.

He carried her to the bedroom and put her on the bed, carefully took off her shoes, covered her with a thin quilt, stood up and left. There was a pull on the corner of her clothes, and he paused in his steps. He lowered his head and looked at the white and tender fingertips on the corners of her clothes.

Shen Xinghe's hand hanging by his side suddenly tightened, and he was hesitant as he felt a war between heaven and man in his heart.

"Galaxy..."

The soft call almost made the defense line he set up fall short.

He took a deep breath and took off his clothes.

As soon as the fingertips were empty, Ruan Qingmeng felt that his heart was empty as well, and his eye circles were red: "Galaxy..."

Shen Xinghe's figure froze for a moment, and then walked away without looking back, almost running away.

He sat in the car and panted slightly, not from fatigue, but from the tightness in his chest.

He didn't know how to face her after not seeing her for a year, and he was even more afraid that he would hurt her.

"Boss." Tan Fu asked, "Are you okay?"

"back office."

"it is good."
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  Ruan Qingmeng stood in front of the balcony and watched a black car drive out of the villa gate. She blinked her sour eyes and sat on the small sofa next to her a little decadently. She didn't chase him out because she was still confused.

There were too many things between her and Shen Xinghe.

Shen Yao was the one who killed her parents. Although this incident had nothing to do with Shen Xinghe, after all, Shen Yao's blood was in his blood.

She is the trigger of the incident between Shen Yao and Fang Weiya, and the indirect executioner. How will Shen Xinghe face this matter, and how will he face her?
  If he didn't have a grudge, he wouldn't have left without saying a word. Even if he saved her, it wouldn't mean anything, let alone the future.

Ruan Qingmeng sat blankly for a while, looking at the gauze in his hand and wanting to draw.

Go back to the bedroom, find paper and pen, and draw with your left hand.

She likes to paint when she is upset, and she also likes to paint when she is in a good mood.

Night falls.

Aunt Xu knocked on the door and said, "Miss, dinner is ready."

In the room, Ruan Qingmeng stopped writing, "Okay, I'll come right away."

After putting down the pen, she found the scrapped papers all over the floor. She breathed out and bent down to pick them up one by one. Maybe she had been sitting for too long, and her body was a little overwhelmed. Her eyes suddenly darkened, and she subconsciously held on to the things around her. , but ended up missing, and his body hit the table.

"en!"

She groaned, feeling a sharp pain in her right arm.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

Aunt Xu was standing outside the door. When she heard the sound, she quickly opened the door and saw Ruan Qingmeng sitting on the ground leaning on the table. She was startled and went over to help her: "Miss, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Ruan Qingmeng's face turned pale from the pain, and her right hand was shaking slightly. She showed a forced smile: "I'm okay, I just accidentally touched the table."

"Lao Xu, Lao Xu, prepare a car and take the lady to the hospital."

Aunt Xu looked at her pale face and quickly called someone.

Ruan Qingmeng didn't refuse. Her right arm had a slight fracture, and she didn't know if the impact would move the fracture. She still had to paint, so she couldn't lose her hand.

Aunt Xu helped her sit in the car, and followed her in the car for the convenience of taking care of her.

As soon as they arrived at the hospital, before Ruan Qingmeng came out of the examination room, Shen Xinghe arrived. He asked with a gloomy face, "What's going on?"

Aunt Xu roughly described the situation at that time, and Shen Xinghe's face became darker and darker as she listened.

The door of the examination room opened, and Ruan Qingmeng walked out with the doctor. She was stunned for a moment when she saw Shen Xinghe, her feet hanging in the air, and a strong embrace fell into her.

Leaning against the man's chest, she pursed her lips and felt the beating of her heart.

"Doctor, how's her arm doing?"

"It's a little misaligned, but it won't delay the movement of the arm and hand. You still have to be careful."

The doctor gave some more instructions, and it was already past nine o'clock in the evening when he got home. Ruan Qingmeng was then hugged and sat on the sofa, and Aunt Xu hurried to the kitchen to heat up the food.

Shen Xinghe sat down opposite her, his eyes half-closed, not looking at her or speaking.

He was wearing a suit and leather shoes, with a faint smell of alcohol on his body, as if he had come from a banquet, his jawline was tight, and his whole body exuded low pressure.

are you angry? Was it because she disrupted his work?
  The living room was quiet, except for the faint sound in the kitchen that amplified infinitely at night.

Speaking of which, this was the first time they met face to face and sat together face to face. Shen Xinghe had changed a lot. In just one year, he seemed to have restrained all his sharp edges, like a sheathed sword. He was getting closer. You can still feel the sharpness inside the scabbard.

He looked a little haggard. Ruan Qingmeng didn't know if it was because of his own affairs, but he felt very distressed.

She bit the soft meat in her mouth, frowned delicately, and gasped lightly from time to time, as if she was enduring something.

Shen Xinghe grasped the sofa tightly. He was competing with himself, not wanting to be bewitched by her. This woman was like a blooming poppy to him, exuding fatal temptation to him at all times. .

But she looked so miserable.

He couldn't bear to see her in such pain.

(End of this chapter)