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Tong'er didn't know whether to continue going downstairs or wait for them to see her. She stood there blankly, but the maid beside her turned around and greeted her respectfully: "Miss."

This weak call was heard by the two people downstairs and they both raised their heads to look at her.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this is the little girl that Eugene is talking about? She looks like a minor. How can you bear to bring her to a place like this?" The beautiful woman with blond hair and red clothes smiled and stood up from Yin's arms.

, walked towards Tong'er slowly.

"Don't scare her." Yin didn't stop him, but just reminded her like this.[

Tong'er didn't know what to do and watched the woman approaching. Every time she took a step closer, Tong'er had to remind herself: I must admit, she is really a beauty... just like Xia Youyou when she grew up, mature and charming.

She is like a beauty, not only very tall, but also in great shape, like a... noble goddess.

"Come." She walked up to Tong'er, stretched out her hand with beautifully painted nails and came towards Tong'er.

Tong'er looked up at Yin at a loss. What did this person... mean? Yin was also looking at her. When Tong'er looked up, he just nodded slightly, as if to say, "Don't be afraid."

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Does he trust this woman so much? But she... is indeed very reluctant. She is reluctant to hold hands with this woman who can sit in his arms and laugh brazenly.

However, she doesn't seem to be bad.

She didn't show a look that made her hateful. She still had a bright and clear smile on her face. Such a beautiful woman... who could be disgusted with her? Although Tong'er was reluctant from the bottom of her heart, but

He still stretched out his hand and handed it over gently, but the other party took it very enthusiastically, then turned around and led Tong'er down the stairs.

"Look, I'm holding a little girl's hand. An Anjing never lets me hold a hand. I really like this girl." The beautiful woman smiled happily as she walked. Tong'er looked at Yin, why?

There is a feeling... that you are being treated as a pet?

"Her name is Monica, you should also call her Monica." Yin looked at the position next to him. The beautiful woman understood the situation and took Tong'er to sit down. There was also a male servant behind him who was serving the gentleman's chair.

He pulled away and waited for her to sit down.

Monica watched Tong'er take a seat before walking to sit across from them. She folded her hands and supported her chin before looking at Yin and complained unhappily: "Jingjing never calls me sister. I see this little rabbit and she will scream."

Me, please ask her to call me sister, I have always dreamed of having a girl."

Yin curled her lips coldly and looked at Monica and asked, "Do you want her to call you aunt? I don't mind, I'm just afraid of you..."

"Aunt!? Isn't she your other sister?" Monica's face suddenly changed, as if being called aunt was such a bad thing.

Yin shrugged, picked up a knife and fork, cut a steak and put it in his mouth and said calmly: "In my heart, but in fact, she called me uncle."

Monica's eyes widened in shock, as if it was unbelievable for a twenty-nine-year-old Yin to be called uncle.

Tong'er lowered his head silently and ate his steak. Monica took it for a moment to digest before looking up at Tong'er with a smile and asked: "Hey, what's your name?"

Tong'er looked at Xiang Yin, did she really want to talk to this woman named Monica? She seemed to be a real Italian woman with a Roman accent.

Tong'er took a slight breath before lowering her head and said: "Zhan Tong'er."

"You don't seem to like me very much?" She asked so directly that Tong'er didn't know how to answer. It would be nice if she had shortcomings... But after sitting here for a while, Tong'er didn't notice any of them.

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"She's just introverted and shy." Yin's big hand "touched" Tong'er's head in anticipation. Tong'er raised her head and looked at Xiang Yin. Was he helping her out... or was he just like this in his impression?

"Hey, Jesse, you're going too far. You've never been so gentle to Anjing. I'm going to be jealous!" Monica glared at him, but not at Tong'er, just at Tong'er.

It’s just Uncle Yin.[

Tong'er looked at Yin with confusion, Jesse?

"That's my name here." Yin explained in a low voice in Chinese. Tong'er bit her lip in understanding and stopped making any remarks.

Monica dines very elegantly, not as casually as she speaks, nor as enthusiastic as her personality. When she dines, she truly looks like a lady, and you can tell at a glance that she is a well-born and educated lady.

Not only was Tong'er a little curious about her, but what kind of person was this Monica? Also... was she Uncle Yin's girlfriend?

He is twenty-nine years old, he has such a castle, and he is a 'mafia'. How dare Tong'er expect that he doesn't have a girlfriend. However, even if his girlfriend is the one in front of her, she doesn't hate it.

Nika, she couldn't accept it for the time being... Six years of secrets had already wrapped her tightly like vines. How could she be wrapped tightly by the vines and even suffocated at the moment she saw him?

What about death?

After finishing the meal, Monica lazily held her red dress in one hand and went upstairs like a cat saying she wanted to take a bath and rest.

So, is she going to rest here tonight?

"Tidy up Miss Monica's room." The housekeeper on the side was already giving instructions to the maid, and the maid immediately left. Tong'er also knew clearly...that Monica is here, and she even has her own room.

of.

Afraid that she could no longer hide her true feelings, Tong'er turned around and smiled at Yin: "Uncle, it's time for me to go back." It was already dark outside, and she didn't intend to stay here anymore.

I am afraid that I will cry uncontrollably to mourn my 'first love' that ended before it even started.

"You'll be here tonight, and I'll take you to school tomorrow?" Yin frowned, as if he wasn't happy with her request to go back at this time.

"No need. I still have an unfinished paper, and the materials are all at home, so... I think I'd better go back."

"Then I'll give it to you!" Seeing that she was so insistent, Yin didn't force it anymore. He reached out and took the coat that the housekeeper had handed over and put it on his shoulders. At this moment, a man in black suddenly came up and whispered, Yin frowned.

Listen, because the voices were very low, Tong'er didn't know what they were talking about, but she vaguely knew in her heart... Maybe even asking him to send her back in person was an impossible extravagance.

On the way back, Tong'er leaned her head against the sound of the car and shed tears. The driver was a middle-aged and steady man, and he would never look back, so Tong'er was not afraid that her secret would be leaked.

She didn't want to cry, but her tears couldn't help but fall down.

It seems that he is mourning his secret love that ended quickly... No one knows, only he is heartbroken.

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Tong'er is a sensitive and fragile girl, she admits it herself.

So when she saw Monica laughing so much in Yin's arms, and admitted that Monica was a great beauty and she couldn't hate her at all, she didn't have the courage to approach Yin again. Every time, her heart almost broke.

She wanted to jump out of her chest, but every time she could not suppress the growing feelings. She was really afraid... afraid that if she continued like this, she would become like her mother, and live a life of loneliness and even no kindness.

What I fear most is that my feelings will never be responded to in this life.

She began to wonder, was it really wrong to come to Rome? She didn't dare to appear in front of him again, she shouldn't see him again, she shouldn't have any expectations, and she shouldn't even see Monica... the woman she envied and loved.

A woman who is jealous but cannot hate.

Half a month later, Rome, with its Mediterranean climate, was no longer maddeningly hot. The climate became humid and even had a refreshing coolness.

Tong'er gradually integrated into the school atmosphere, and successfully joined the school's overseas Chinese club. She had companions with whom she could go shopping, eat, and even go to various attractions in the streets and alleys of Rome.

Every day during the day, as long as she was with her classmates, she would hardly think of the secret and pain in her heart. But at night, she would be in uncontrollable pain. She would lie on the bed alone and cry until the pillow was wet. There was nothing she could do.

, that was her uncle, she couldn't even take the initiative... The distance between them, Monica, and all of this left her beyond her reach. She could only despair again and again, and then recognize the reality.

She thought that as long as she didn't look for him, after this year, or even in another six years, she would be able to let go, because she was no longer blindly attached, she met Monica, and she knew that he was living here.

What kind of life is she living, so she no longer wonders about him all day long, and no longer only thinks about him. Although her heart hurts, it is no longer a secret that cannot be forgotten... She believes that she will be able to bury it and start over.

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But, that was all she thought. When she walked out of the teaching building with her classmates with a smile on her face, and saw him leaning in front of the sapphire blue sports car in front of the teaching building amidst the exclamations of her classmates, she collapsed again.

All lines of defense, and the efforts these days... seem to be in vain.

"So handsome..."

"Like a star...and an Oriental."

"That sports car is so cool... Tong'er, do you think that handsome guy is here to pick up his girlfriend, and he is from our school? He must be a blond beauty!"

The classmates were having a heated discussion, and naturally they didn't forget to carry her all the way down. No one thought that maybe he was here to pick them up.

He had a cigarette in his mouth and was wearing an evening dress that was a little too formal. He didn't know where his coat had gone, but his black trousers, silver vest, and white shirt were all very formal.

The formal etiquette... was definitely not like his usual style. Either he had just come to the banquet, or he was preparing to leave for the banquet.

Tong'er was absent-minded and lost her mind while looking at him walking towards her, while being pinched by her classmates and kept walking forward. Yin seemed to have successfully seen him in the crowd, straightened up and looked at her steadily, and then

He stretched out his hand, bent his fingers and gently hooked her, and a faint voice came through the crowd: "Girl, come here."
Chapter completed!