President, go away!

"It won\'t be done by Qing Qing, even if she hates Xu Youran again!" Huo tingxiao smiled with a cruel smell. "You can take good care of the things. Maybe they can be of great use in the future. She owes Qing Qing and has to pay them back slowly. She won\'t be happy if Qing Qing hasn\'t had enough fun!"

"Yes, I know what to do, Huo Shao!" Joey nodded. "She has wronged Miss Shen for so many years, and it\'s time for her to suffer this kind of suffering. Maybe we can use this to return Miss Shen\'s innocence!"

"Joey, I want to be alone!" Huo tingxiao suddenly said indifferently, closing his eyes. "Tell Yichen about the stock and let him drag Xu Yiwei. Let me think about what to do?"

"OK!" said Joey.

It\'s not that Huo tingxiao can\'t afford the money, but that he doesn\'t want to give Xu Yiwei money to give him a chance to deal with Shen Qingqing, including what he did to Shen Qingqing. He\'s trying to deal with him.

"Well, go back. It\'s getting dark!"

It snowed harder and harder, and the outside was soon covered with snow.

He remembered that at the age of 16, Tongcheng had the biggest snow in history. In just one night, the whole ground had been covered. Shen Qingqing had to take him to make a snowman outside the house. At that time, she called him coyly and angrily. Xiao, come and see, is the snowman I made good?

At that time, he just smiled faintly, looked at the smiling woman and smiled happily around the snowman.

Later, he thought he would go on like that, but at the end of the story, he personally killed the only warmth and sunshine that belonged to him.

Fragments of flying memory, fragments of fleeting years, everything about her, are displayed in his mind world

I still remember the misty rain and the sad wave in the air on the day of farewell. He looked at the picture of Shen Qingqing being taken away in front of him

In a trance, he seemed to see Shen Qingqing standing in the snow. There was a snowman in the snow. Her smile was like the rising sun in winter.

Bai Xuehui reflects the residual light of the street lamp, as bright as spring. In the softest place in the heart, there are traces of water patterns blooming, one by one, soaked with the thoughts of so many years.

He stretched out his hand and whispered, "Qing Qing..."

However, when he stretched out his hand, the man disappeared, leaving only the cold air, but he didn\'t catch anything.

Huo tingxiao withdrew his hand, closed his eyes slightly, and walked slowly to the yard. There was a thick layer of snow on the ground. Step by step, he rustled on it. He didn\'t have an umbrella. He let the snow fall on him at will and let them melt slowly

The next morning, the snow had covered the whole Tongcheng City, but Shen Qingqing still went to the Waldorf hotel to meet the CEO\'s wife. She was wearing a lotus root pink coat, her hair casually draped on her shoulders and a black scarf around her neck.

When she got to the hotel, she asked the front desk to call the executive director\'s wife. With her permission, she went directly to find her.

In front of the room, she knocked on the door. The CEO\'s wife opened the door. When she saw Shen Qingqing, she smiled and said, "Miss Shen, you\'re on time!"