Is Joey in love today?

Chapter 50

Both of her parents died since she was a child?

Didn't they only get separated from their parents before being sent to the orphanage?
Seeing that she is not bad in food and clothing, he thought that Qiao Rong had been found by her parents, but she didn't, but her parents died in an air crash.

Thinking of Qiao Rong's usual innocent and romantic smile, Wen Changqing couldn't imagine what kind of sadness was hidden under that smile.

His heart throbbed with pain, and a chill seeped out bit by bit, attacking his limbs and bones.

Wen Changqing can't see through Qiao Rong at all now, what kind of person is she?

Growing up in an orphanage, he was calm and calm in dealing with things, neither the philistine of a small citizen nor the publicity of a big lady.

She is clearly carrying hundreds of millions of inheritance, but she is as simple as a daughter raised by an ordinary family.

In fact, both parents are dead and there are no other relatives, but they look innocent and full of love.

Recently, there is a popular saying on the Internet. It is often said that all roads lead to Rome, but I can’t help but someone was born in Rome.

According to the information, Qiao Rong was born in Rome but there is no way for her to retire.

Thinking of this, a bit of bitterness rose in Wen Changqing's throat, spreading from the apex of his heart.

"Jojo..."

Wen Changqing's thin lips parted slightly, and a murmur dissipated in the air with the south wind.

If someone looked at him at this moment, they would be able to see the unresolved gentleness in his eyes, which was even more intense than Nanfeng.

It didn't matter, since she didn't have a road to Rome, he came and built it for her himself.

As long as she wants to go to Rome, he can create countless roads for her with his hands.

The deep eyes cast bright light out of the window. The scenery outside the window is still excellent, but it is far from as beautiful as when she came here.

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Time flies by, and next Wednesday is just a flick of a finger.

Because Qiao Rong has a lot of things she doesn't know, she sorted out her notes, and knocked on the door of Wen Changqing's house after dinner.

This time she finally didn't get lost, but she walked over in 5 minutes.

Wen Changqing took a four-hour class in the afternoon for freshmen, freshmen and sophomores. She was a little tired, and felt a little sleepy at five o'clock, so she fell asleep on the sofa.

It was already past seven o'clock this time, and Qiao Rong's doorbell just woke up Wen Changqing.

Wen Changqing got up from the sofa and was striding towards the gate, but he seemed to have thought of something, and he came back halfway to the bathroom on the first floor of the villa.

After he came out of the bathroom in more than ten seconds, it was the old Wen Changqing who had washed away all the lead and left his body full of elegance.

Qiao Rong rang the doorbell several times but no one came to answer the door, so she thought that Wen Changqing was not at home, so she lowered her head and looked up the list of WeChat friends on her mobile phone to call him on WeChat.

Who knows, just as she dialed the phone, the door was opened from the next moment.

When Wen Changqing opened the door, he saw Qiao Rong with a look of astonishment, and the gloom of being woken up disappeared inexplicably.

Qiao Rong followed Wen Changqing into the villa that she had visited once. She hadn't looked at it carefully before because of something, but this time, she wanted to see it.

Qiao Rong turned her head away, her big eyes were black and white, revealing a hint of surprise.

Unexpectedly, there is a pure French plane tree in Wen Changqing's yard, and the age of such a tree is at least a hundred years old.

Qiao Rong is very fond of this kind of plant that has lived for a long time and has a simple and simple atmosphere.

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(End of this chapter)