Beauty across the cloud

This episode tells the story of Luo Weiqiu's parents.The original intention of writing this story is that in the text, Luo Weiqiu always believes that her parents hate each other, but I think that any story or life told from only one perspective is one-sided.So on a whim, I wanted to provide a story about these two from another perspective.

BE, to be honest, it's very bad, vulgar and hypocritical, I don't recommend watching it, be careful...!

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【1 Keep it for yourself and listen slowly】

"Actually you should meet her... Seriously, she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life..."

"I gave her an English name, Rose, which she doesn't seem to like very much, so I won't mention it anymore."

"...she is seldom shy now, but before, I often teased her, and her face became very red, like... a red rose."

The male voice was intermittent, precarious, with a hoarseness that was about to tear, and covered the floor of the silent meeting room with frost.And the man who just pressed the pause button shook his body uncomfortably. Although it is July, there is no need to turn the air conditioner so low, right?He frowned and looked at the woman across the table, suspecting that besides the air conditioner, she was also one of the sources of the chill.

The woman in front of me can only be described as "meticulous".Meticulous dress, meticulous makeup, and meticulous expression.She doesn't have that kind of sweet appearance, with high eyebrows, her aura is already cold enough, but she still wears a pair of glasses, the style is simple, and the clear lenses are placed on the tall and thin nasal bone, which makes her look particularly mean.The man clenched his fists, his palms were wet and sweaty, showing his uneasiness.He doubted that he would not be able to ask for money today.

Rose?pretty?He thought that before she died, she told Mengzhou that she was a red rose, but today she was wearing a white suit, as if in mourning.

Everyone said that Miss Luo loved herself more than others, and she loved money more than herself, so asking for money from her might not be as easy as pulling a tooth out of a tiger's mouth.But he still wants to gamble—are you kidding?This is her husband's dying recording, and it's the only one in the world!No matter how cold-blooded a woman is, she shouldn't turn a blind eye.What's more, in order to impress her, he specially chose to play the part where Xiang Mengzhou misses her.

Of course, even though she was by no means a tender and fragile woman according to the rumors, it was still a bit too much to blackmail her for money.

However, in terms of her current family business, this amount of money is really nothing. If it wasn't for the failure of stock trading, I wouldn't want to do it like this.The man comforted himself so much.At the same time, he felt that his nose was about to flow from the cold.

The meeting room was still dead silent.He carefully observed the face of the woman opposite, expecting to find a sign of collapse or traces of emotion from it.It's a pity he failed.One second before he had to ask the assistant behind the woman for a tissue, Luo Miao finally spoke, and his words broke through the thin ice in the air: "Are you Xiang Mengzhou's friend?"

The man nodded slightly, and adjusted his sitting posture nervously: "Well, let's form a team to cross the desert together, you know? He is very adventurous, he is... a born adventurer. At that time, the team Some people say that his family is very rich—ah, although there are not many poor people who like to play this game, it is said that he can easily buy several top teams to play casually, and he is not ordinary rich—but he can’t see Come out, he eats and drinks with us every day, loves to talk and laugh, and has no airs, we call him in private, Xiang Xiaogongzi. He looks like he is only in his early twenties, and he doesn't look like a married person at all." The man finished speaking Immediately regretted these words, the last sentence should not have been added.How should I say it?Come to a widow to ask for money, shouldn't she make more use of her deceased husband's love and longing for her?It would be better to make her cry and then write him a check with sobs, willingly replacing this precious recording, to move her.However, no matter how he recalled, he couldn't remember a single word about Luo Miao from Xiang Mengzhou's mouth.He didn't even know that this carefree young man was married until he told Mengzhou the last words in the recording.

Luo Miao didn't speak.

The man could only bite the bullet and continue to say: "In him..." In the end, his conscience was still lingering. He didn't want to stimulate the newly widowed woman too much, so he concealed the words "before he died": "He was caught by the wind." He rolled down and hit his head on a rock. I was with him at the time, and he bled a lot. I was afraid that he would not be able to persist in the hospital, so I wanted to record his last words."

"Just this one?"

"Yes," the man is of Chinese descent. He just came to China not long ago. Although he is proficient in Chinese, he still speaks English involuntarily when he is excited. Come victory is in sight.

"Alright, since it's for you," Luo Miao still had that indifferent look on her face, without any extra emotion, her tone was calm but her words were as cold as a blade, "You keep it for yourself Listen." There was no room for maneuver in the words, and there was no mercy.

The man was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened for a moment, his face was red and then white, he clenched his teeth, and smiled angrily: "Youfuckingbitch."

There was only one small transom window in the 20-story building. He walked over angrily, pushed it open with all his strength, and threw down the mobile phone with the out-of-print recording.He said: "Bitch, you will never regret it." The old mobile phone followed him into and out of the desert several times. At the moment of throwing it, it seemed that yellow sand could be seen shaking from the cracks in the mobile phone case.

Luo Miao finally took action this time.She raised her legs and walked towards the exit. As she walked, she turned her face to the assistant who followed her and said: "Someone is throwing objects from high altitude, intending to hurt people, call the police."

At the end of July, there was no sun, the face was cloudy, dull and damp.Walking in such thick air, people on the street are more like stretching their arms to cut through the water in a deep water area. Water droplets stick to every inch of their skin, and they cannot be shaken off. Air.

After she walked out the door, the assistant heard the unfriendly boss whisper, "It's going to rain again."

According to people familiar with the matter, Miss Luo hates rainy weather the most.

The insider also said that the marriage between Ms. Luo and Mr. Xiang was a commercial marriage out of family interests, and the real relationship between the two was actually so pure that it was almost pure.

Someone immediately asked, then, Miss Luo's son...

The insider then said, first of all, the person Miss Luo really likes in her heart is her cousin, Luo Yiyun; secondly, Miss Luo's son is surnamed Luo but not Xiang.

So, who knows who the child's real father is.It doesn't matter if it's a bastard, this Miss Luo herself has an unknown origin.

All kinds of rumors are as fine as dust, in small circles, in chats and gossips, they are passed on in a whirl when they open their mouths and exhale lightly.

[2Hello, Cinderella]

It's almost time.She made an appointment with Brother Yun at three o'clock in the afternoon, and now it's past half past two o'clock, so I don't know if it's too late to run there.But in any case, the most urgent task is to get out of the villa first.

She was locked in the room.

Luo Miao had never heard of the story of Cinderella, but lived a life of Cinderella by herself.When my father was young, he ran a shipping company. When he went south to discuss business, he met his mother, who was said to be of 16/[-] foreign descent.Mr. Luo is ruthless to women, and he is also ruthless to his children. Luo Miao has been living with his grandmother since he was a child, but when he was [-], Mr. Luo had to take her back because the old man passed away.

Luo Miao's reading is average, so she probably won't be able to get into any good university.Mr. Luo didn't care much about this, he was only in his early forties, his childishness had faded, and he was still young. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the best age for a man.He has a lot of energy and women, and he doesn't worry about having a few more sons to inherit the family business.Of course he has the ability to send his daughter abroad, but why is it necessary.Fortunately, she looks pretty good. She inherited her mother's high nose bridge and fair skin. She can bring it to any business gathering. If she can use this skin to marry a son of some group, she can help her develop contacts and relationships. It's her blessing (but considering her daughter's qualifications, maybe she can only marry a young man who is not valued, it doesn't matter, as long as she can make the best use of it).So it doesn't matter whether she reads the book or not, the most important thing is to find someone to teach her etiquette when she has time.Mr. Luo thought so.

It is a pity that the implementation of the plan is indeed difficult.In his opinion, Luo Miao has been left alone for a long time, and she is simply used to being wild!He talked back several times, ran away several times, and asked her to dress up for dinner, but she came in wearing a pair of washed jeans, which made him lose face in public.He ordered the nanny to lock her in the room and not let her go out without repenting.

Of course, Mr. Luo never imagined that the beautiful dress that Luo Miao was unwilling to wear to the banquet was being worn by her willingly at this moment.Luo Miao looked left and right at the full-length mirror in the room, pinched the hem of the skirt with her fingertips, and turned it around twice, the tulle floated up, like all the girls in the world who are about to meet their sweethearts , giggled.

She met Luo Yiyun at her grandmother's house. Luo Yiyun's father was Mr. Luo's younger brother, who taught in a school for decades.Mr. Luo has always looked down on this kind of unmotivated state.Especially his own nephew.He originally intended to support his family, which was convenient and reliable, but Luo Yiyun was in poor health since he was a child, and only liked to play with some musical instruments. Poetry is singing, which is out of style and cannot be reused.

But the limited warm moments in Luo Miao's memory all came from this cousin.The little bit of affection after the first love affair was also given to Luo Yiyun.

She cut her own bangs, and she saved money to buy lipstick—the only good thing she inherited from her father, perhaps a brain suitable for business.CDs and tapes were popular at that time, and she had a precise eye, and she could always pick out the most popular and popular ones, and then take them back to school to resell. For this reason, she skipped classes several times, no wonder her grades were not good.Luo Yiyun lent her the initial start-up capital, but later she made a profit, Luo Miao went to her good cousin with a blushing face, and decided to share half of the profit with him.

And Luo Yiyun raised her head, stopped playing the guitar, rubbed her hair affectionately, and said, Miaomiao, I don't need money, you should save more for yourself.

Luo Miao blinked, lowered her head, and saw that the edges of her white sneakers had turned yellow.She was a little regretful, why didn't she brush her shoes first when she came?

The 16-year-old Luo Miao only cares about Luo Yiyun. In her heart, Luo Yiyun is indeed a figure standing on the clouds. He has a white shirt and black hair. When he smiles, his eyes are clear and his tone is always soft.

He always called her Miaomiao, Miaomiao.The soft voice was squeezed out little by little, tickling her heart, shaking her heart.

Luo Yiyun said to her, Miaomiao, our band has a performance on the weekend afternoon, do you want to come and see it?Buckle&skirt bullying#医银舞"Let's go ^ dance Wu Ling.

Luo Miao didn't say much, just nodded desperately.With a small amount of foreign blood, her pupils are lighter in color, and when she rubs her eyes with excitement when she faces her sweetheart, when her eyelashes flutter up and down, her eyes shine like the most crystal-clear amber under the sun.

She was still a pool of clear water at that time, and she was easily seen to the bottom at a glance.

So how could Brother Yun be late for the appointment?After smashing the door several times to no avail, Luo Miao stood in front of the window and looked down, suddenly feeling a little courage to die and live.

She imitated the scenes in the Hong Kong movies she had seen, cut the sheets with scissors, twisted them into ropes, tied them together, tied them to the head of the bed, wrapped them around her waist, and then stepped out of the window.The wind blew on my legs, it was a little cold, I shivered, and got goosebumps all over my body.She kicked her legs downwards and cheered herself up. It was only the second floor. People in the movie jumped down from more than ten floors!

The process was more difficult than she had imagined. As soon as she fell, her arms were worn out by the rough outer wall.She doesn't have the well-developed upper body muscles of the people in the movie, and the weight of her whole body hangs down on her two thin white arms, which is almost about to lose strength.Fortunately, there was only the second floor. No matter how hard she worked, she could reach the top edge of a window on the first floor.

At this moment, she heard someone behind her seem to be running and shouting from not far away: "Hey, hello!" The young man stood below in a loose posture, with his hands in his pockets, frowning, and looking up at her with concern.

"If there is anything you can't think about..." the young man weighed his words and said sincerely.

"Will those who can't think about it tie a rope around their waist?" She replied angrily, then climbed the window sill as originally planned, took a deep breath, and jumped down.

After she stood firmly on the grass, the young man said, "I'm sorry, because I think most people don't wear skirts when they play extreme sports."

Luo Miao was stunned.

"Hello, Cinderella, my name is Xiang Mengzhou, your brother asked me to pick you up, you..."

Luo Miao realized something in an instant, she held the corner of her skirt tightly, "You saw it."

"What?" Xiang Mengzhou scratched his head, "Ah, you said your underwear, yes, you can see all of them when the wind blows, are they white?" It seems that this is really not a big deal. He has studied abroad for many years, and after returning to China, he often plays and hangs out with friends in bars, and has watched striptease countless times.When the young man smiled, his brows were relaxed, revealing a pair of small canine teeth.Behind him was a gloomy cloud of dense lead that stretched to the horizon.

Luo Miao stood stiffly, blood rushing to her head.She had a strong self-esteem since she was a child. She was not valued and was not good at dealing with people. She had a clear and fragile heart. The young man's indifferent smile hurt her even more.She usually never wears skirts, but today she wore them specially, and she was so ugly!

But Xiang Mengzhou was ignorant of her hostility and guard, he shrugged, stepped forward and patted Luo Miao on the back desperately, frivolous and frivolous, then turned and led the way, "Let's go, the show is about to start. "

Luo Miao was so angry that she burst into tears, her cheeks flushed.Perhaps she was born with underdeveloped lacrimal glands, so she rarely cried. Since then, she has only cried once.

She bent down, picked up a stone in her hand from the grass, and threw it forward.

The performance that day was postponed after all.