Tang Shaobai pulled Gong Ji's collar, smoothed her long hair, and focused her eyebrows and eyes, as if he was making a work of art.

Gong Ji held back a smile, and Tang Shaobai helped her get it right, and then asked with a smile: "May I ask Tang Dashao, is it okay?"

"It's okay, it's beautiful, it's beautiful, it's vibrant. Tang Shaobai reluctantly withdrew his hand and looked at the woman's face without taking his eyes off it.

Gong Ji unconsciously restrained her smile, a little nervous, Tang Shaobai's seriousness made her dare not laugh out loud.

"Go ahead, I'll wait for you at home. Tang Shaobai threw a charming smile to Gong Ji, making Gong Ji feel like a spring breeze.

"Yes, Tang Shao!" Gong Ji replied loudly, and when she rushed to the door, she didn't feel looking back.

I saw Tang Shaobai wearing a white shirt, standing elegantly, like a prince who came out of a paradise, not eating fireworks in the world, and being as moist as jade.

She clearly remembered that when she first met Tang Shaobai, he was such a man.

It feels like all these years have not passed, she is still her, and Tang Shaobai is still Tang Shaobai.

She replied to Tang Shaobai with a bright smile, and then walked out of the villa and headed in the direction of the supermarket.

She didn't know that Tang Shaobai watched her disappear into the meager morning light, and there was a touch of sorrow between her eyebrows, which did not dissipate for a long time.

Gong Ji bought the mop and didn't stop at the supermarket, but went straight to the circuit.

She thought that Tang Shaobai would stand at the door and wait for her, but who knew that the door of the villa was open, and there was no trace of Tang Shaobai there.

She didn't care, and entered the villa with a mop, only to see that the living room was quiet, only the echo of her footsteps.

After that, she looked for the kitchen, there was no one in the kitchen, and she finally went to Tang Shaobai's bedroom, only to see that it was neat and tidy, and there was not a trace of dust.

She went to the edge of the bed and sat down, and picked up the note on the bedside table, which was the handwriting that belonged to Tang Shaobai's dragon and phoenix dance:

This month is the happy time I stole from Los Angeles, and after this month, my unwillingness has vanished.

I know that you don't like life and death, and I don't like it either, so I excuse you to support you. I haven't been able to bless you, I hope you and Los Angeles can grow old together, and there is no doubt about love, but I hope this blessing is not too late.

Hi, did I tell you that missing you is the most regrettable thing in my life......

Gong Ji sat on the edge of the bed and fell on the bed, remembering that she and Tang Shaobai were lying together last night and chatting about the past, talking about interesting things.

Unexpectedly, Tang Shaobai finally wanted to open it, but in such a situation, she was not as happy as she imagined.

When Gong Ji walked out of the villa in three steps and closed the villa door, she quickly stopped a taxi.

The moment she got into the car, she looked back at the villa, as if she still saw the smiling and smooth man......

Gong Ji was on her way home, and when she passed by the newsstand, she saw a headline in the daily newspaper that stood out.

She bought a newspaper, but it was the news that Down's focus had shifted to the United States. It was also an hour before that Tang Shaobai boarded the plane with Lisa.

Gong Ji held the newspaper in her hand, her heart was heavy, and she returned to the small apartment with heavy steps.

It was a day off, everyone was at home, everyone was watching the news reports about Tang's family, and when Gong Ji returned home, Xiaojun reacted the fastest and rushed into her arms as soon as possible: "Mommy!!"

"Son, I miss you so much. Gong Ji hugged Xiaojun tightly and murmured silently.