After being teased by the crown prince

It's rare for Xiaofeng to be so close to him, Luo Tingmiao raised the corners of his lips and said, "Teacher, Xiaofeng is just a child, don't scare him."

Song Hanming returned to his former elegance and elegance. He smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Your Highness Xiaofeng, I scared you."

Xiaofeng held Luo Tingmiao's trousers tightly, looked at Song Hanming and said nothing.

Luo Tingmiao led Xiaofeng towards the bedroom. Song Hanming raised his head and looked at the lush banyan tree with sentimental eyes. He still remembered that many years ago, that person was under the tree with a gentle smile slowly blooming.

Song Hanming stroked the tree trunk lightly, then slowly clenched his hands into fists.

Luo Tingmiao took Xiao Feng back to the bedroom. He saw Lu Ziyun sitting blankly in front of the computer. Luo Tingmiao walked over, kissed Lu Ziyun on the cheek, and said, "What's wrong? Have you finished writing the thesis?"

Lu Ziyun seemed to have woken up, looked up at him, Luo Tingmiao said, "What's the matter, are you in trouble? Do you need my help?"

Lu Ziyun was silent for a while, then said, "It's fine."

Luo Tingmiao frowned, there must be something wrong with the child.

Xiaofeng had dinner with them, and then Luo Tingmiao helped him with his homework for a while. Tomorrow is Monday, and he has to get up early for school. Butler Wen took Xiaofeng to take a bath. Lu Ziyun looked at the Haagendal that Xiaofeng brought on the table Si was in a daze.

Luo Tingmiao stroked Lu Ziyun's hair and said, "Eat as much as you want, just this once."

"Hmm." Lu Ziyun picked up the Haagen-Dazs and ate it listlessly. Luo Tingmiao was a little worried. Isn't the kid happy that there is something to eat? !

Could it be that she was pregnant with emotional ups and downs? Luo Tingmiao took Lu Ziyun's hand and was about to speak when Lu Ziyun said, "Luo Tingmiao, Mr. Mo is sick."

Luo Tingmiao was stunned, he let go of Lu Ziyun's hand, Lu Ziyun's hand was empty, and her heart was also empty, Luo Tingmiao said coldly: "What did you say?"

Lu Ziyun said: "I accidentally turned on your computer and your email..."

"Did you read my email?" Luo Tingmiao's eyes were a little cold, and Lu Ziyun hurriedly explained: "I didn't mean it...

Luo Tingmiao took a deep breath, took out the computer, and found the email. There were a few photos in the email. It was Mo Ruoqing wearing a hospital gown, with pale and thin cheeks, and a medical certificate, all of which were written in English. Lu Ziyun understands the terminology, it is terminal cancer...

Mo Ruoqing, Mr. Mo Ruoqing, who draws beautiful paintings and looks like an empty valley in Luo Tingmiao's heart, is about to die...

Luo Tingmiao must be very distressed at this moment... Lu Ziyun didn't dare to look into Luo Tingmiao's eyes. Luo Tingmiao stood up and went to the balcony to make a phone call. Lu Ziyun looked at his back and clutched the hem of his clothes uneasily.

After a long time, Luo Tingmiao came in, and Lu Ziyun looked at him nervously, Luo Tingmiao looked at Lu Ziyun for a long time, and said, "My child, I plan to bring Ruoqing back."

Lu Ziyun's heart skipped a beat. Sure enough, Mr. Mo was Luo Tingmiao's first love and his savior. If something happened to him so serious, Luo Tingmiao couldn't let him go.

"I'll make arrangements, Ziyun, go to bed early." Luo Tingmiao stroked Lu Ziyun's hair, turned and left.

Looking at his back, Lu Ziyun suddenly felt exhausted. Lu Ziyun lay down on the bed and looked at the ceiling. In the mist, Luo Tingmiao finally fired that shot, tearing the peaceful and beautiful mask.

That bullet has a name, Mo Ruoqing.

Lu Ziyun's eyes were lonely. Luo Tingmiao said that he would try to treat him well, but as soon as Mr. Mo appeared, he would be nothing, right?

During this period of time, everything about him and Luo Tingmiao was like a fragile, unreal dream.