The Rest Of My Life Is For You

Tang Yuansi did not want to see her ...

Upon receiving this message, Shangxin shook her body slightly, and then stood up again.

Biting his lip, standing stubbornly.

At night, the snow was even greater.

The cold wind blew on the body, like a knife cutting the skin, causing pain.

Her thin body was standing in the snow, with snowflakes falling on her head and shoulders, as if the snow scene in front of her had been integrated into one.

The guard came out and advised her several times, but she refused to see her, so she gave up.

Night fell.

In the Tang villa, the lights were bright.

In stark contrast to the desolation outside.

The steward hurriedly walked outside with Jiang Tang, and saw that his heart was less than a hundred meters away. Tangyuan Si, who was standing in the snow across the door, hurried forward.

"Master, your body is chilling, drink a bowl of **** soup warm, go to the living room!"

Tang Yuansi's body did not move.

Even her gaze was always looking at the direction in which Shangxin stood.

Seeing her figure in the cold wind, her hands hanging on her side, her fists silently, and the back of her hands appeared blue.

Exhausting her whole body strength and patience, she did not step forward and held her in her arms.

Hearing the steward's words, he glanced over the bowl of **** soup in his hand, his eyes flickered slightly, "Take it out to her."

"What?" The steward froze.

Immediately, he came over and hesitated, "But you master ..."

The steward's words were not finished yet, and he didn't dare to talk any more about the cold eyes of Tangyuan Sisen, holding the **** soup, and went outside the gate.

Go straight to Shangxin.

"Miss Shangxin, the weather is too cold. How can your body stand if you stand for so long? This is the **** soup I let the kitchen boil. Please hurry up and drink a bowl of it!" give her.

Standing on my heart for too long, my body is a bit stiff.

Looking at the steward in front of him, and the hot **** soup in his hand, his heart twitched.

"Who sent you here? Brother Bros, right?"

He also cares about her, why wouldn't he come out to meet her ...

The next second, I heard the steward explain, "The young master is too tired to work and has fallen asleep. I was the master and sent it to Miss Shangxin. The young master did not know."

Hearing the words, the smile on the corner of Shangxin's mouth froze to his face.

Looking at the **** soup in front of me seemed to be a kind of irony.

She stepped back, her hands clenched into fists, her eyes flushed.

Afraid to let people see it, and turned his head, "I don't drink, you take it."

"Miss Shangxin ..." But the housekeeper wanted to say something, but Shangxin had turned around and refused to listen.

The steward held the **** soup and sighed long.

This scenario is not the first time.

The young master was reluctant, but refused to see ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ How long did Miss Shangxin stand outside, how long would he stay with him, and every time Miss Shangxin left, he would get sick for several days.

The steward's old face was all distressed.

But none of them could persuade him, so he could only go back with **** soup.

No need for a steward to return, Tang Yuan Si has all seen it.

Her frozen red face, tears swirling in her eyes when she heard that Jiang Tang was not his order ...

Everything seemed to be stabbed in his heart like a dagger.

He wanted to be able to hold her in his arms, pat the snowflakes on her head, hold her hand in his palm, and heat her for her.

Think more ...

But even if he couldn't do anything, just looking at her so far, his heart seemed to be filled with something. For the rest of my life