Zongling Biography

Chapter 680 Meeting at the Tea House
Zong Musui's voice was slightly hoarse, as if he was in self-criticism, "If you stood in my position, you would understand that her strength will make men feel frustrated.

I can't even protect my own woman. When I am wronged, I need her to solve it by myself. I don't talk back when I am wronged, which makes me feel very useless. "

Hearing what he said, Yi Qing suddenly felt that it made sense, "Miss Ji is indeed a little bit strong. Others at her age are either going to school or just playing. There is no comparison."

Zong Musui sat on a chair and lit a cigarette, raised his chin slightly and put the cigarette holder to his lips, took a deep breath, and then explained: "It is not difficult to become self-reliant, mature, and sensible. Ups and downs will naturally grow in it.

The difficulty is, how do you make her turn back into a child.

She hasn't had a good night's sleep for more than ten years. Although she is in a high position, she has suffered more than some people combined in their lifetime.

Sometimes you think why is she so weird?
It will give people the illusion that one day she is cold and happy the next day, and she is not sure what kind of temper she is.

In fact, she is not weird, it's just that she is pretending too much, and even she herself has forgotten what kind of person she is.

I still hope that she can return to her childhood appearance. She is very timid and loves to play tricks, crying when she is afraid and laughing when she is happy, but it seems that she will never go back. "

Zong Musui's expression was so helpless. He was the one who witnessed her changes along the way.

Yi Qing has never had such a heart-to-heart talk with the boss, maybe he is in a good mood today and is willing to say a few more words of his heart to himself.

On such a simple and casual occasion, I inadvertently expressed my truest thoughts.

Yi Qing had never met Ji Sijiu when she was a child, so she naturally didn't know how earth-shattering the gap was, but now she is the one whom even a grown man can admire.
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In the box of the high-end teahouse.

The stunning luthier had ten finger cots wrapped around her, and she was wearing a smoky blue cheongsam, enveloping her exquisite figure.

The hair was pulled back by commoners, and a lock of hair fell by the ear, adding a bit of casual taste.

Every time she played the guzheng in front of her, her shoulders floated slightly with it, she had a young and beautiful face, a moderate smile on her face, her eyes were like water, and the tear mole in the corner of her eyes was pitiful.

The man sitting on the couch in front of him was comfortably coiling skewers, while pressing his index finger on a fine white porcelain tureen to sip tea.

What was blocked by the cup was the corner of his raised mouth, his eyes narrowed slightly and he looked at the beauty in front of him playfully.

I thought to myself: If I didn't have something to do in a while, I really want to ask her to have a good chat.

There was a sound of steady footsteps, and the leather shoes seemed to hear a pleasant rhythm when they stepped on the floor.

It's frightening to see people coming.

The sound of the piano in the room suddenly stopped, and only a second later, it returned to its original state.

The woman sitting in front of Guzheng recognized who he was from the corner of her eye. I dare not forget his appearance, which was often seen on major financial and gossip boards. Is there anyone in this city who doesn't know Mr. Xiaozong?
In just a few years, the small print in front has been removed, and the woman never thought that one day she would see him in person.

Her eyes turned away from time to time. In reality, he is more imposing, especially those eyes, which are so deep that they can catch people's souls at once.

Zong Musui was wearing a black coat with excellent texture, and there was light snow falling on his shoulders. The waiter who followed behind respectfully took his coat off his body. Inside was a suit tailored in Italy. The fit is extraordinary.

(End of this chapter)