Jiang Lan stretched out his hand and wanted to take over the notebook.

He raised his wrist back and placed it behind his shoulders, avoiding her hand.

Jiang Lan's hand was in the air, she bit her lips tightly, her eyes staring straight at him with distinct black and white eyes.

"Who do you want to go see the sea of ​​flowers with?"

"Who will go to a hot air balloon with?"

Jiang Lan's eyelashes trembled, and she shook her head. She had never thought about who to go with. She remembered these things, but she was just afraid that she would forget them.

She was afraid that when her memory was blank, she would even forget such a small wish.

Things that others can accomplish at will have become a regret in the blank space of her memory.

Lu Jingchi looked at her appearance, his eyes becoming colder.

He pinched Jiang Lan's jaw and whispered: "Speak, who do you want to go with?"

He was not very strong, and he was even gentle, but the feeling of oppression conveyed by his body made Jiang Lan feel a little breathless.

Jiang Lan's lips moved, and it took him a long time to spit out a word: "No."

This sound was extremely light, like a kitten moaning, mixed with a little nasal sound, and directly scratched into the man's heart.

Lu Jingchi laughed and stroked her chin with his fingers, "It seems that I still feel wronged by my side."

"I don't know that your heart has flew so far."

Jiang Lan wanted to pull his hand, but he suddenly stood up and Jiang Lan's hand fell into vain.

Lu Jingchi opened the notebook again, scanned the font on it, and then he looked at Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan noticed his eyes and almost subconsciously stood up.

"Tear--"

He tore the notebook in half in front of Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan stood there in a daze, his hands froze in the air, watching him tear his laptop in half, four and a half...

Broken into many pieces.

The man raised his wrist and paper scraps spread out in the air, like snowflakes, falling everywhere.

"It seems that I can only continue to feel wronged."

He said indifferently, as if it had been torn off, but it was just something irrelevant.

Jiang Lan looked at the fragments rising in the air, and his eyes were covered with mist, and paper scraps fell on her hair and shoulders, as if comforting her.

Lu Jingchi threw down this sentence and turned around. The wind brought by his footsteps pushed some fragments far away.

Jiang Lan stood quietly in the living room, staring at the debris on the ground in a daze.

It took a long time before she squatted down and put together the pieces of paper on the ground. The paper scraps were like her insignificant wish, broken.

She lay on the ground, picked up the one under the coffee table and the one under the sofa.

Lu Jingchi stood upstairs, with his hands on his pockets, looking down at the figure kneeling on the ground.

She was carefully putting away the pieces, as if she was picking up some rare treasures.

He wouldn't know that what he tore was written down by Jiang Lan for a long time.

Maybe after tomorrow, she will never remember it again.

Jiang Lan took the pieces and came to the utility room and packed them in small boxes.

She stood in the utility room for a long time, and she forgot what she was here for.

Jiang Lan withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked out of the utility room, and walked to the door, but found that Lu Jingchi was standing outside at some point.

He wore a silver-gray shirt with the buttons on the neck, and he could see his collarbone and Adam's apple when he looked up.

Jiang Lan stared at him for two seconds, and she finally remembered the serious matter.

She gestured: Have you left the company?

She originally wanted to ask if she had kicked off the board, but this question seemed a bit heartbroken.

Lu Jingchi stared at her with his eyes, and waited for a while before he spoke, "If so, are you going to fulfill your wishes?"

Jiang Lan was slightly stunned, shook his head quickly, and gestured: Have you really left?

"yes."

Jiang Lan suddenly didn't know how to answer the conversation.
Chapter completed!