Xiao Sha Desolate

Two brown armchairs are placed next to the dining table, replacing the original hardwood seating.Did the master specially prepare it for himself?Soft and comfortable, taking care of his injuries.The master thinks carefully for himself, isn't this a happy feeling?However, he did not dare to sit without the owner's order.

Qian Mo stood at the table respectfully and politely, bowing slightly.Even under severe injuries, he still maintained the most perfect etiquette.There is porridge and some light dishes on the table.

"Sit quietly, I'll heat it up." After a long delay, the dishes on the table have cooled down.

"No need, master, Qian Mo doesn't want to eat these." After a pause, "Qian Mo wants to eat Qinghua Vegetarian Dumplings." Qian Mo raised her head, and a smile slowly formed on the corner of her mouth.Such unreasonable troubles, the master will definitely not let himself go.Master, how far can you tolerate me?Our identities are doomed to the coldness of my life, the coldness after the warmth hurts more, and the unreal warmth is not as good as breaking it with my own hands.Master, give me a reason not to indulge anymore.

Zhao Cheng raised his hand, wanting to slap Qian Mo across the face, but in the end he just rubbed Qian Mo's hair soaked in cold sweat.His complexion was so bad, and his body, which maintained a perfect standing posture, trembled imperceptibly.He felt that he must have said this with great expectations. Compared with the harm he had done to him, this little excess was nothing.

"You said, I asked someone to buy it, so don't let me eat it." He gave him all the tenderness and pampering he could give in this life.

What a sensitive person Qian Mo is, he felt the master's palm rushing towards him, paused for a moment and then gently rubbed his hair.He caught that little emotional change.The master will not tolerate him too much, but the master is willing to restrain himself for him.That's enough.

Qinghua Vegetarian Dumplings is a well-known delicacy in Qinggang. As the name suggests, Qinghua Hotel is the only one in Qinggang.A serving of twelve is a supreme delicacy that rich people scramble to taste.The half-moon-shaped dumplings are crystal clear with so many flavors and precious spices melted into the dough.You can clearly see the red, green and green fresh vegetables wrapped inside.It is burned and steamed with the most expensive mahogany, and the time control is accurate to the second.There is only a limited supply of no more than five servings per day, and reservations need to be made one week in advance, only for the highest-level members of Qinghua.It's not something that the rich can afford.

Someone like Zhaocheng can easily buy it with a phone call and a subordinate, and there is no one else in Qinggang.Qian Mo ate it once when she attended a banquet with her master, and the taste was unforgettable even after a long time.

It has to be said that Qianmo chose the right time, Qinghua Hotel just made the last order for the day, and the guests who had not served the reservation had to give it up to Zhaocheng.

However, in front of the delicious food, Qian Mo has no appetite.The vegetarian dumplings were asked for by myself, and they were not good.Facing such luxurious and delicious Qinghua vegetarian dumplings, there are probably only a few people in the world who bite the bullet and hold their chopsticks. "I can't eat anymore, master, I'm sorry for making you tired all the time." I have been eating less and with injuries on my body, I really have no appetite.Six dumplings, and being forced by the host to drink half a bowl of porridge, is already reluctant.

The master has been busy for himself since morning, so I'm afraid he didn't have time to eat.

"If you don't want to eat it, leave it alone." He was answered with a cold sentence.

Suddenly, something that can be called a sense of happiness rose in my heart, accompanied by sadness.It's really good to pet him once in a while and see him smile sincerely.His pain was obviously caused by himself, yet he even apologized for his care.The warmth Qianmo gave him is too precious.He was moved in his heart, but his words were still indifferent. Both he and Qian Mo were duplicity.

The clock on the wall struck three o'clock.After eating, Qian Mo and the master sat side by side on the large sofa that looked like a bed in the living room, neither of them spoke.Even though he was sitting on the sofa at home, Qian Mo remained cautious, following the posture of his master holding him, not daring to make any rash moves.After accumulating power for many years, he really couldn't tell when his master would push him away, or even kick him over.

He felt that the master hesitated to speak several times.

"Qian Mo, listen, your parents, Mr. An Ming and Ms. Ruan Lan, will pick you up tomorrow." He spoke in a very fast speed with ambiguity. After thinking for a moment and a moment, he finally said so.It's better for him to tell him with his own mouth than for Qianmo to know it himself. "Do you think Qian Mo would believe it?" When she said that, she already believed it.The master never speaks carefully.I don't know what to do, is it because of my own willfulness?The master doesn't want to be himself.

An Ming and Ruan Lan are well-known entrepreneurs in Vietnam, husband and wife sing together, and have created a considerable family business.Their business has been developing in Vietnam, and Xu Zhaocheng had no contact with them at first.They suddenly found themselves a few days ago and said that Qian Mo was their biological son.And yesterday's DNA test results finally confirmed this fact.

That thin DNA certificate turned into the heaviest boulder and hit him on the head, causing his head to bleed.Qian Mo, who has been with me for ten years, the quiet and obedient Qian Mo, the gentle and forbearing Qian Mo, is about to leave her.He has always regarded Qianmo as his personal collection, and never thought that Qianmo would leave him one day.Of course he can refuse, his influence in Qinggang is not enough to fear two foreign entrepreneurs.But there is no reason to refuse, they are relatives of Qian Mo, and she is nothing.

An Ming and Ruan Lan started to enter the Qinggang market recently, but they chose to be silent at this time. They are the patriarchs of the underworld family in Qinggang, and they have some business connections with them.Even though Zhao Cheng knew that they wanted to use Qian Mo, but they were Qian Mo's biological parents, and they would take good care of Qian Mo even if they used it.

But Qian Mo can only get constant damage from her.

I hope you are doing well.

I don't want to lose, and I don't want to lose anyway.

So he drank alone until midnight, doing unforgivable things.I want to have Qianmo for the last time, I want to integrate Qianmo into my flesh and blood.

"Really, the DNA result has come out, and your blood is easy to get." Zhaocheng smiled wryly. The DNA test is done with hair, so saying that is just to make Qian Mo hate him for leaving him.

"Would you allow me to meditate for a while?" Suddenly it was difficult to breathe. "Master said to take Qianmo out after dinner, do you still count?" It took a long time before he spoke, his voice was difficult.Perhaps, this is the last time.

"It counts." How could she bear to refuse him.