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Knock knock, knock on the door.

"Ye Jin, I'll leave the clothes and toiletries outside the door, you can pick them up yourself, and I'll go to the kitchen to get you something to eat."

Although he didn't hear a response, Tong Lu's heart lake still rippled in circles with the sound of flowing water.

It was only half past five o'clock in the morning, and there was no one in the kitchen, so she stayed in the kitchen to make porridge, which was eight-treasure porridge, which was nutritionally comprehensive.

Standing in front of the kitchen window and looking at the horizon of the sea and sky, waiting for the sunrise, it is like waiting for the beauty and hope of a new day.

Behind him, I don't know when I heard footsteps.

He reached over and hugged her waist from behind, Tong Lu's heart swayed slightly, his hands were attached to his hands around her waist, feeling his side face rubbing against her side face, and the breath rippling between his noses was exclusive to him, which was fascinating.

"See what?"

"Sunrise."

"What's so beautiful about the sunrise, there are even more beautiful scenery here."

"Where?"

He turned her around, hooked her jaw, and made her look directly at him, the meaning was obvious, he should be the most beautiful scenery in her eyes, tall and straight, long legs and feet, narrow waist and wide shoulders, nine-headed handsome guy, narcissistic to make people laugh, Tong Lu decisively pushed him away.

Leng Yejin made a soft and easy-to-push movement, and leaned on the table behind him exaggeratedly, letting him choose.

Tong Lu stroked her forehead, it is estimated that only she can see his side of playing treasure, she imagined him who was cold and awe-inspiring in front of people, and then looked at him in front of him who was soft and easy to fall, and decisively disliked.

"It's not a good sunrise at all, you haven't seen the sunrise with me, have you?"

"No?"

"Of course not."

Tong Lu will time the porridge, pull him out, and pat Tong Lu's buttocks in the cold night: "How do I remember that there is?" When I was in Dubai, I didn't watch the sunrise with you? ”

"Is there one? I just remember being in Dubai, Xiao Ye accompanied me to watch the sunrise. ”

Leng Yejin noticed that she had lost her words, and immediately staggered the topic and took her hand: "It's true, I remember wrong, is the sunrise so beautiful?" ”

"Isn't it pretty? The rising sun represents beauty and hope, and represents the beginning of a new life. ”

"That's not necessarily, sometimes it represents endless despair, especially when people are in a desperate situation, and they need to wake up every morning to face new challenges, and the sunrise at this time may not feel hopeful."

The speaker has no intention, the listener has a heart, Tong Lu thought that he had inadvertently mentioned that he was trapped on an island for half a year, I am afraid that he had seen enough of the sunrise at that time, but he couldn't leave, so he didn't have a good impression of the sunrise by the sea, right?

I couldn't help but feel distressed, smiled at him, snuggled up to him, stood in the yard, and didn't walk towards the beach again.

When the porridge was ready, the two sat in the dining room and ate.

The maid who got up early in the morning walked in in a panic and said to the housekeeper: "The housekeeper is terrible, the rose garden planted by the lady herself, most of the roses have been picked off, what can I do?" That's a breed introduced by Mrs. from abroad, usually the baby is tight, and when Mrs. wakes up, isn't she crazy? ”

The housekeeper frowned: "Do you know who did it?" ”

The maid looked dazed: "The flower thief is so hateful, he actually came here in the middle of the night to pick flowers, do you want to call the police?" ”

In the dining room, a man who was drinking porridge leisurely choked violently.

Tong Lu sat opposite him, his eyes asked, but he pretended to be innocent, Tong Lu kicked him hard, and he sped up the speed of drinking porridge in the cold night, he felt that he needed to drive the car away and destroy the corpse.