Xiyang Mourning

Zheng Yang knelt in the hall and looked at Cheng Xi's closed door, and suddenly thought of his order to Qinglin.

Suppressing his anger, he took out his mobile phone, looked at the contacts in the address book, hesitated for a while, and called.

Qing Lin on the other end of the phone heard the phone ringing, picked up the phone and saw "Master" flashing on it, an unknown light flashed in his eyes, and quickly connected the phone.

"My lord, what is your business?"

When Qinglin answered the phone, Cheng Xi in the bedroom was sitting in front of the table, looking at the things on the table in a daze.

Cheng Xi looked at the ceramic dolls on the table, and Su Chang's words in the morning echoed in his mind.

"It's enough that two people like each other but hurt each other at the same time."

He likes Zheng Yang, but...

"Obviously I like the heroine, but for some reason, I abuse the heroine and myself. Is it stupid or something!"

Qin Haoyu is dead...

"It's all he in the end anyway, why waste so much time making both of them sad."

Him and Zheng Yang?Will there be a happyend?

"The hero treats the person he likes like that, and he will regret it in the end!"

Will he regret it?Su Chang's words kept appearing in Cheng Xi's mind, thinking that he and Zheng Yang were like the protagonists in the novel?

But they are different, Zheng Yang and he... are different, Cheng Xi gets up a little irritable and walks around in the bedroom.

Cheng Xi didn't know why she was so irritable, she clearly decided not to make Zheng Yang feel better, but did she soften her heart just because of what she said in the morning? !

Cheng Xi, Cheng Xi, why on earth are you doing this? Why haven't I seen you struggling before? Can a few words soften your heart now?

Cheng Xi squatted on the ground a little weakly, and fretfully grabbed her hair with her hands. The ups and downs of her chest indicated the violent ups and downs of her master's emotions.

Cheng Xi stared at the floor, a little sad, a little disdainful, and a little resigned to fate.

Cheng Xi's eyes were red, and she murmured nasally, "Because I didn't love him before."

Cheng Xi leaned back as if out of strength, instead of lying on the floor, but was blocked by the big bed behind her, and sat on the ground with her back against the edge of the bed.

Cheng Xi looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the wardrobe in front of her, feeling a little unbelievable.

The person in the mirror is like a down-and-out tramp, except that his clothes and hair are a little neater.

Isn't everything else the same?Nothing, nothing belongs to me.

Isn't everything he owns now belongs to Zheng Yang?In this way, isn't he like Zheng Yang's caretaker?It's just different up and down.

Cheng Xi felt that his mind was in a mess, and this not-so-small bedroom also gave him a feeling of being restricted, and he wanted to go out for a walk to get some air.

Thinking of this, Cheng Xi leaned on the edge of the bed and got up and walked out the door.

Outside the door, the conversation between Zheng Yang and Qinglin continued.

Hearing Qinglin's question, Zheng Yang lowered his voice and asked, "Is that woman the nanny you found for me?"

Qinglin listened to Zheng Yang's dangerous voice on the phone, and smiled, "Report to the Lord, this is the only one that meets your requirements."

Zheng Yang was a little annoyed when he heard the words, "Hehe, only one is eligible? Are you kidding me?" Zheng Yang felt that the voice was too loud after he finished speaking. He quickly lowered his voice and looked anxiously at the bedroom on the second floor. The door, and then thinking of the powerful sound insulation function in the villa, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his voice gradually returned to his usual volume, "Are you saying that Qinglin is not capable enough?!"

"No, my lord, Ye Yu is the only one who meets the requirements of Zheng's family, and I don't feel at ease looking for someone else, so..."

Zheng Yang interrupted him before he finished speaking, "So you hired such a woman, didn't you? Why didn't I know there was such a beautiful woman in her forties in Zheng's family, huh?"

"I'm sorry, my lord. Among these people, only Ye Yu can do housework. I'm afraid I can't take good care of you and Mr. Cheng's daily life."

Zheng Yang frowned when he heard this, and after thinking for a while, he said, "If there is no suitable one in the Zheng family, look for it in a place other than the Zheng family. No matter what, you are not allowed to find such a woman again. I asked her to take care of the master's daily life, isn't it?" Let her seduce the master and flirt with the master!"

Zheng Yang, who was too emotional, didn't notice that there was a person standing on the second floor, and stopped his movements because of his words.

"..." Qinglin held the phone and fell silent. It turned out that the nanny was going to take care of Cheng Xi. How could the master want someone else to take care of Cheng Xi?Or, did Cheng Xi ask for it?

Thinking of this, Qing Lin couldn't help tightening his hand on the phone, and he could see the bulging veins on the back of his hand, Cheng Xi...

Zheng Yang listened to Qinglin's silence in a strange way, "Hello, Qinglin."

After hearing Zheng Yang's words, Qing Lin came to his senses, and quickly replied, "I'm sorry, my lord, I was distracted just now."

"Nothing, I need a new sitter by noon tomorrow."

"Yes, what about Ye Yu?"

"Yu Yu? Today's one?" Zheng Yang thought of Ye Yu, and said in a cold voice, "I let her go back."

Qinglin was a little surprised to hear such an answer, he thought that Ye Yu should have disappeared forever.Although he was puzzled in his heart, he still maintained a calm tone, "It is the Lord, Qinglin knows."

Just as Zheng Yang was about to hang up the phone, he suddenly thought of something, and said coldly, "Remember, this time I'm looking for someone who is older and kinder, you understand?!"

"Yes." Hearing such a request, Qinglin gripped the phone even harder.

Listening to the sound of the phone hanging up, Qinglin was a little lost in thought.

Putting down the phone, he walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room, looked at the lights outside, and thought about the desertedness in his own room, raised his hand to touch the cold window, felt the coolness from his fingers, and looked at the window coldly Looking at my own blurred reflection, I don't know what I'm thinking.

The hand on the floor-to-ceiling window slowly tightened, "My lord... I'm sorry..." Although it was an apology, there was no remorse, only firmness and a certain kind of madness.

And in Zheng Yang's villa, Zheng Yang put down his phone and continued to kneel, thinking about how to answer the reason why the master Ye Yu left tomorrow. Maybe he was too serious and didn't see it. A figure on the second floor turned and opened the door of the bedroom. The door went in.