Zhimian really doesn't know.

She has been out almost always on the subway recently, and she hasn't taken this bus for a long time.

But how could he know...

Zhimian looked out the window and saw the black Bentley parallel to the bus. The next moment Duan Zhuo said: "Get off at the next stop."

The other end hung up the phone, and the bus arrived at the station soon. Zhimian got off. As soon as the bus left, Bentley stopped on the side of the road.

The rear door opened, Duan Zhuo fell down, and finally walked in front of her.

The breeze is gentle, and the afternoon sunlight falls through the leaves and sways gently beside the shoes.

Duan Zhuo looked at her with his eyes down.

Emotions are brewing and fermenting uncontrollably again.

He dared not be as strong as before, so he could only pretend to be casual, speak in a low voice, his voice slightly hoarse: "There is no subway nearby, and the bus station has to walk a while, I'll take you a ride."

Zhimian took a step back, kept a proper distance, and raised his lips slightly at him: "No need to bother, I'll just take a taxi."

"I just happened to go to the near C-University and follow the way."

His lies are a bit clumsy.

Zhimian shook his head again: "It's really not necessary, I'm going to have a ride."

Duan Zhuo saw that the phone she was holding showed an appointment with a taxi. His eyes were dark, and he didn't leave, and continued to stand in front of her. After a while, he changed his question:

"Then when do you have time to come to the club to find out?"

"When will it be convenient for you?"

“I’m at the outdoor training ground Monday to Friday, and at the club on weekends, and you see what you need.”

Zhimian nodded, "I'll think about it and contact you later."

When the taxi arrived, Zhimian bent his lips slightly and said to him, "Then I'll leave first."

She opened the car door and got into the car.

The car left with dust.

Duan Zhuo narrowed his eyelashes and curled up the corners of his lips with self-deprecating slightest slightest lip-

Zhimian returned to school and immediately went to find the tutor for the graduation thesis.

After chatting for half an hour, the teacher finally asked her to do a literature review recently, and Zhimian should go down.

When he came out of the office building, Zhimian walked towards the dormitory building and saw the message Lin Ling sent her earlier: [How was the cooperation case discussed? Was it going well?]

Zhimian replied:【It went very smoothly, the contract has been signed.】

A few minutes later, Lin Ling dialed the phone and said, "It's enough to go well. I just talked to Manager Yuan. He said that the company helped you fight for this cooperation case."

"It took hard?"

"Smiya originally had many painters, one of which was Yu Ningshuang."

Zhimian can't hear this name.

Yu Ningshuang is an old competitor. Zhimian met her at the summit last year.

It's just that time has changed a lot.

A year has passed, and Zhimian has already surpassed Yu Ningshuang's achievements. Whether it is the popularity of the comics or the number of fans, Zhimian is now completely above her.

However, recently, Yu Ningshuang has changed her studio and released a new comic, which is also very powerful. The outside world also yells that this will definitely become one of Yu Ningshuang's representative works.

"We have snatched this cooperation case from her studio now, and you must draw it well."

"Well, I will."

"By the way, I heard... the spokesperson is Gyb's fire?"

"right."

When Zhimian first joined the company last year, Lin Ling had more or less heard of some special relationship between Zhimian and Fire, "You have nothing to do with it, right? Can you cooperate?"

"It's okay."

She won't let feelings affect her work, either.

"Okay, I'll help you take an event next month. At that time, you will participate in the charity comic activity hosted by the 'Yixun' video app with a few well-known painters. This event has been very popular recently. I'll send you information later and you can take a look."

"good."

After hanging up the phone, Zhimian took back his cell phone, and inadvertently recalled Duan Zhuo again, and suddenly felt mixed emotions in his heart.

She can still vaguely recall how sad she was when she told him everything on that rainy night.

But a year has passed and time has changed, and she has already let go.

Today he seemed to want to talk to her more, but she really didn't want to have too much involvement.

She shouldn't repeat the same mistakes as before-

It's night.

Bugatti slowly drove into the Dragon World and finally stopped in front of the manor.

The car door was opened and Zhuang Jiarong got out of the car.

He just finished the social engagement in the company today and walked into the entrance. The old butler was already waiting at the door, took the briefcase and said, "Mr. Zhuang, Young Master Duan is back today."

Zhuang Jiarong was stunned, "He is back today?"

"Yes, I just stayed in the room and didn't come out after I came back, and I didn't use dinner."

Zhuang Jiarong nodded for a while, "Okay, I'll go upstairs to see him."

Last year, Zhuang Jiarong put his focus back to Lincheng. He basically stayed in Lincheng. Duan Zhuo occasionally came to live for a few days, and the two of them would have a heart-to-heart talk.

Walking to the second floor, following the lights in the corridor, and finally reaching Duan Zhuo's room.

After knocking, he pushed open the door and saw that only one bedside lamp was turned on in the room. It was very quiet inside. Duan Zhuo was nestled on the sofa, with a bottle of open wine in front of him. His face was dark and difficult to tell the light under the dim light, and he could not tell the emotions.

Zhuang Jiarong walked in, sat at the end of the bed, and looked at him: "What's wrong? I'm drinking again?"

Duan Zhuo bent his back, supported his elbows on his legs, and lowered his head to rub the wine glass.

"without."

How could Zhuang Jiarong not understand what his nephew is? He sat next to Duan Zhuo and patted him on the shoulder, "Did you think you have something to worry about? Tell my uncle, what happened?"

Duan Zhuo didn't say anything, Zhuang Jiarong guessed: "It has something to do with Xiaojiu?"

The man put the wine glass on the table and whispered: "I met her today."

"Meet her?"

"I received an advertisement endorsement. She is an artist and has a cooperation with her."

Zhuang Jiarong smiled, "It's not a good thing to meet her? Why are you still unhappy? Don't you want to see her?"

He also wanted to meet her.

Many times this year, he dreamed of her lying next to him. Sometimes he almost couldn't control himself and wanted to rush to her and let her return to him.

He was happy to see her today.

But when he saw her attitude towards him now, he felt like he had fallen into a low point.

He used to like to make her angry, and he looked like a little hedgehog.

She had a thorn in front of him, at least it meant that her emotions would fluctuate because of him.

And now she looked at his expression, like a pool of stagnant water. No matter what he did, it could not stir up even a ripples.

It seemed as if he had never appeared in her life, as if there was nothing between them.

After hearing what Duan Zhuo said today, Zhuang Jiarong sighed, "It is normal for Xiaojiu to not pay attention to you and keep a distance from you. Do you think that it hasn't been there for a year, and something like that happened to you before. Will she still be very enthusiastic about you now?"

"I know."

Duan Zhuo finished speaking and was silent for a long time.

"I just found out that I never understood what she wanted."

On the night of last meeting last year, she told him so much that he realized that the little girl was thinking like this.

When they had just broken up, he didn't even notice it.

He confidently felt that they were the same as before, and that the girl would always be with him, even if they broke up, they would be separated for a short time.

After hearing this, Zhuang Jiarong pondered for a long time, "Xiao Duan, do you know what the biggest problem between you is?"

Duan Zhuo raised his eyes slightly.

"The biggest problem between you is the lack of in-depth communication, so that there have been too many misunderstandings and contradictions all the way, and Xiaojiu's personality is relatively tolerant, which is why she is today."

Zhuang Jiarong changed the subject, "And your biggest problem is that you are too self-righteous and take everything for granted."

He sighed, "Actually, this is also my fault. I have always spoiled you. You have everything you want since childhood. You think it's natural for you to have.
To be continued...