The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133: 052 Mediocre little Lanlan, grandpa calls Xiaochen_2

Translator: 549690339

He silently climbed next to Bai Lian, ignoring Jiang Fulai and Ming Dongheng.

As Bai Lian was quietly reading an English text, a message appeared at the top of her phone, sent by Mao Kun—

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Mao Kun: [Sis, Xiaoqi and the others have finished the logo design, take a look.]

Bai Lian opened it and glanced at it, the logo was very thoughtful, overall shaped like a gourd lying on its side, with a silver needle stuck upside down at its waist, and the head of the needle was two small leaves.

The overall tone was a soft shade of green.

Fresh, saving the world by dispensing medicine, a silver needle.

A very atmospheric logo.

Bai Lian rarely praised: [Very good]

Mao Kun was excited: [Right? You know, Xun Chun has studied painting before!]

Mao Kun: [And Xiaoqi, he hasn’t studied it, but he’s very good too!]

With that, Mao Kun became somewhat melancholic.

Everyone was talented, except he couldn’t seem to make out anything special.

After dinner, Ming Dongheng drove to Purest Street.

Bai Lian didn’t message Ji Heng, and since Ji Heng didn’t pick her up today, Jiang Fulai got out of the car and walked into the alley with her.

“I can go by myself,” Bai Lian looked at the dark alley.

Jiang Fulai, with one hand in his coat pocket, merely glanced at her upon hearing this, saying nothing as the shadow cast by the streetlight behind him partially covered his face.

Bai Lian truly wasn’t afraid of this stretch of road.

She had traversed even darker paths before.

But Ji Heng would always be here waiting for her, and now with Ji Heng absent, it was another person who accompanied her through this long and dark road that seemed to have no end.

It was as if since coming into this world, she had never been alone.

“Have you ever been to the snow mountain?” Jiang Fulai tilted his head slightly, his voice clear yet not cold.

But not exactly unapproachable either.

Bai Lian shook her head.

Jiang Fulai, usually brisk in his pace, walked with a swift wind even in the lab, but now he walked at a leisurely rate.

Under the moonlight’s cloak, his sharp contours seemed to soften, “Over six thousand meters. When I used to feel down, I’d stay up there for a long time, Sunlit Golden Mountain, clouds billowing and mist rising, purifying everything. If there’s a chance, I’ll take you to see it.”

Ji Heng’s house was just up ahead.

Bai Lian stopped, her white dress immaculate in the moonlight, her smile lazy: “Okay.”

She waved at him.

As a sign that she had arrived.