Capítulo 1072: Chapter 1072: Orderliness
Gu Qiaoqiao did not ask further, but in her heart, she wondered why Liang Yan was with Xino.
What kind of relationship did they have?
At this mont, Liang Yan sat in the luxurious extended foreign guest car, her face calm, with a gentle smile on her lips.
Beside her, Xino suddenly turned to look at her and casually asked, “Sister Yan, how did you et Gu Qiaoqiao?”
Liang Yan lifted her eyes to glance at Xino and replied lightly, “My ex-fiancé’s comrade-in-arms is her husband.”
“Oh, so you t your ex-fiancé this ti when you ca back?”
Xino asked with great interest.
Liang Yan gave Xino a sidelong look, her gaze unfathomable, and suddenly teased, “Xino, since when did you beco so nosy?”
Xino laughed, “Isn’t it just because it’s about you, Sister Yan? If it were soone else, I wouldn’t even bother to care…”
Liang Yan glanced at Xino noncommittally but didn’t speak further.
And Xino didn’t continue to ask further.
A mont later, Liang Yan suddenly asked, “I rember a girl nad Alina was around you not long ago. Why didn’t you bring her when you ca to the New Nation this ti? I heard her family is from the Imperial Capital.”
Xino was visibly startled, as if he had completely forgotten about Alina.
He then knocked his forehead with his finger, spread his hands, and said, “Her contract expired, her big brother took her away, and I haven’t seen her since.”
“Alina’s big brother?”
“Yes, her big brother, who is reportedly her half-brother.”
Liang Yan gave a light “hmm” and then didn’t speak again.
Her deep dark eyes quietly looked out the window, where emotions even she didn’t know were buried.
At this very mont, in the kitchen of Lijing Ho, Fong Lei, wearing a crisp white chef’s uniform and standing upright with hands clasped behind his back, was inspecting his current workplace.
After inspecting, he discussed the dinner arrangents for the day with everyone before walking out of the kitchen at a leisurely pace to his office.
His office was not large, but it was clean and tidy, with nothing superfluous.
It was as neat and tidy as a soldier’s office.
Which seed quite normal, after all, he used to be a soldier himself.
Sitting on the chair, he picked up a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and exhaled lightly. The smoke clouded Master Fong’s face in an ethereal haze, making it even harder to discern his deep and inscrutable expression.
Then, as if rembering sothing, Fong Lei took out a wallet, opened it, and inside the innermost fold, there was a photo.
There were two people in it, one of whom was him.
His face looked sowhat youthful, dressed in a neatly-fitted military uniform.
The other was a charming young girl, dressed in a short-sleeved shirt and plaid skirt, hooking her arm around him, smiling brightly and radiantly…
That girl was none other than Liang Yan.
An indescribable pain slowly surfaced between Fong Lei’s eyebrows, and he snapped the wallet shut, then tossed it to the back of the drawer, as if throwing away the mories that he could never forget.
He recalled the scene of seeing Liang Yan yesterday. They had been apart for about four years. It was his first ti seeing her, the once spirited, mischievous little girl, had grown up, becoming elegant, beautiful, and poised. Clearly, she was living well now.
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