Going up the stairs, Ling Mo Feng instinctively walked towards his bedroom, because this woman seems to like staying in his room recently, and neglected the room that belongs to her.

As soon as he stepped into the door, Ling Mofeng saw the bag arched under the quilt at a glance, and a bright light could faintly radiate from it.

The man's handsome eyebrows frowned, what is this woman doing hiding under the quilt?

Since Lan Yanxi was in a very closed space at the moment, with tissues in her ears, she didn't even know that Ling Mofeng had come in. She looked at his photos with joy like a fool, and the more she looked at them, the more active she became.

Just when Lan Yanxi decided to look at it again after flipping through a photo album, the quilt on the top of her head was lifted by a big palm.

She raised her eyes in panic, and met the man's deep eyes. Lan Yanxi's lying posture was so ecstatic that he was all looked at by the man.

"What are you watching? So happy?" The man saw her lying on her stomach with a small flashlight in her mouth. He couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth and bending over to watch with her.

"Your photo album." Lan Yanxi quickly spit out the small flashlight from her mouth, and replied with a dry smile.

Ling Mofeng's handsome face was stunned, and he immediately stretched out his big palm and snatched the photo album: "Don't look at it, what's so interesting about it?"

"It's beautiful? You looked so cute when you were a child." Lan Yanxi saw that the man was shy and wanted to snatch the album away. How could she be willing? She immediately reached out and snatched it back: "Why don't you let me see it? Is there any secret in it?"

"There is no secret." Ling Mofeng replied immediately.

"Really?" Lan Yanxi's fingers quickly flipped to the back of the album, and flipped through a photo. On it was a photo of Ling Mofeng and a girl of similar age sitting on a swing by the sea. Lan Yanxi's little hand immediately pointed: "Who is she? You don't seem to have mentioned it to me. You took three photos in total, and in one, you are still holding hands."

Ling Mo Fengjun's face was a little flushed, and he quickly sat next to him, and explained in a low voice: "He is the daughter of my father's friend. We knew each other when we worked together."

"Oh..." Lan Yanxi looked up at him meaningfully: "Just friends? And friends who can hold hands? I understand."

"Yanxi, what on earth are you trying to say." Ling Mofeng smiled helplessly, and reached out to pinch her pouty face: "At that time, we were only thirteen or fourteen years old, and we didn't understand the relationship between men and women at all. Moreover, I always regarded her as my younger sister. Later, she went abroad with her parents to settle down, and we basically didn't see each other very often."

"I envy her very much." Lan Yanxi lowered her head and said bluntly.

"Why?" Ling Mofeng's handsome face was full of surprise.

"No reason, just envy, envy that she knew you so early and spent a wonderful teenage period with you." Lan Yanxi sighed softly, with a look of disappointment on her face.

Ling Mofeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he hugged her into his arms, and kissed her forehead with thin lips: "When you were young, there must have been boys who played well, so should I be envious too?"

"I didn't. I was withdrawn at that time and had no friends." Lan Yanxi retorted in a low voice.

Ling Mofeng believed her words, because at that time, she lost her father and must have been very lonely and helpless.

"The past is the past, and now is the most important thing, Yanxi, we will accompany each other in the future, you will not be alone, and I will not be friends with other women, okay?" Ling Mofeng could only comfort her like this.

Lan Yanxi buried her face deeply in his chest, nodded like a coaxed child: "OK."

At this moment, with the sound of rain hitting the glass window, Ling Mofeng put the file bag beside her, and hugged her even tighter with both hands.

"Did you read today's news?" Ling Mofeng asked her in a low voice.

Lan Yanxi froze for a moment, then shook his head: "No, I'm reading a book on your bookshelf today. I'm addicted to it, and I haven't paid much attention to the news. What's the matter? Has something happened?"

"I told you before that the old president had a capable confidant. She was a distant cousin of mine. She died today." Ling Mofeng closed his eyes tightly, and couldn't tell whether it was pain or sadness between his brows. After all, Sister Mei was a mentor in his life to him, but he didn't expect her to end up like this.

"How did she die?" Lan Yanxi was really startled, and quickly broke away from his arms, raising her eyes and asking in astonishment.

"Maybe she felt that she was abandoned by the old president. She was not reconciled and wanted to make a final struggle. She kidnapped a piano teacher's son and was shot dead remotely by the old president. Do you know who the piano teacher was hired?" Seeing her clear eyes staring at him, Ling Mofeng couldn't help but want to tease her again. He liked being watched so seriously by her.

"Who?" Lan Yanxi had no idea that the man was still teasing her at this time, her beautiful eyes widened again, and she looked more seriously, like a kitten waiting to be loved by its master. JrNovels.com