Tan Qing played with the juice cup, with a hint of self-mockery in her eyes: "Does this count as being poached by your Leng family?"
He thought, Leng's is the only place for warmth.
"When are you leaving?"
Leng Ye was actually surprised by this. Ever since Leng Yan and Wen Nuan fell in love, he had thought about this issue. However, it seemed that Wen Nuan was very happy working here, so he didn't think too deeply about it. In addition to the previous few
On that day, when he saw Wen Nuan's dejected look, he stopped thinking about it.
However, since Tan Qing said it, it must not be false. The shadows of several famous Leng's fashion designers flashed through his mind. Which one would be better to be Nuan Nuan's master?
From her warm words, one could tell how much she liked Lin Xue. She frowned and thought about it, there was indeed someone in the company who had a similar personality to Lin Xue, but her design ability was slightly inferior to Lin Xue's.
There is a design that is comparable to Lin Xue, but he has a bad temper and likes to scold newcomers at every turn. For such a person, he is reluctant to let Nuan Nuan become his apprentice.
"Just these few days." Tan Qing did not specify the time. He hoped that she could stay for a few more days. If he really thought it was a luxury, then one more day would be fine.
Leng Ye sighed with pity: "Nuan Nuan is very talented, but since she wants to leave, there is nothing she can do. After all, she is a member of the Leng family, and it is reasonable to return to the Leng family."
He actually almost blurted out that she was Leng Yan's wife. But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them down his throat again.
You don’t have to be Leng Yan’s wife!
Yes, she is from the Leng family... Tan Qing smiled mockingly, raised her eyes, looked at the sky outside, and frowned slightly.
The sky was dark, just like his heart, dark and boundless.
"It's going to rain." Leng Ye also noticed the change in the weather, straightened his clothes and stood up: "Qing, I have to rush back to the company."
"Yeah." Tan Qing waved her hand and watched him leave, suddenly remembering something. He stopped Leng Ye and said, "Should we talk about Joe or not? She is very concerned about this name and often asks me to ask. I
In fact, I have been hesitating whether I should tell her or not."
"It won't be necessary for the time being." Leng Ye thought for a moment and shook his head: "Didn't you give her the notes? Just let her take a good look at it. You don't have to know who Joe is."
"That's right." Tan Qing nodded, sipping the juice in the glass in small sips, with a smile on her lips, but it was lifeless.
Nuan Nuan said that he wanted him to smile as freely as before. He tried to do it, making the corners of his mouth smile often, but the stiffness often made him intolerable.
When I went out, the raindrops started to fall, big and heavy, very fierce.
This was not the case when Tan Qing came, so he didn't bring an umbrella at all, and because it was right opposite MT, he didn't drive. Some people left earlier, and several emergency umbrellas in the hotel that were specially used for customers were also taken away.
Already.
He stood at the door and looked around. The rain had no intention of stopping immediately. And he still had very important things to deal with. He gritted his teeth slightly and rushed into the rain curtain. There was a waitress coming from behind to take him away.
I gave him my umbrella, but he heard it, but didn’t look back.
He is no longer the person he used to be in love with, chatting and having fun with girls he knows or doesn't know. He is slowly understanding what love is, but he is also slowly savoring what loss is.
Looking at what she wrote over and over again, Wen Nuan reluctantly printed it out and signed it.
"Master, I will send it to Mr. Tan now."
Lin Xue was watching the rain scene, and Nuan Nuan walked up to her and said something. She patted Nuan Nuan's shoulder sadly, and in the end just nodded without saying anything.
Some things are never possible. So it is better to have short-term pain than long-term pain.
"Ah sneeze!"
After wiping his hair, Tan Qing's nose itched and he couldn't help but sneeze. He frowned slightly and pinched the center of his eyebrows. His head hurt a little, and it seemed that he really had a cold.
In fact, he had symptoms yesterday. Because he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, he swam in the swimming pool for two hours and took a cold shower. Then he caught a cold, but he didn't take it seriously. It rained heavily again today, and this time it really
I was chased by a cold.
"Did you catch a cold in the rain?" When Wen Nuan opened the door and came in, he happened to see Tan Qing looking embarrassed. His clothes were wet and dripping, and his hair was completely wet, and he was wiping it with a towel.
"It's okay." Tan Qing was stunned for a moment when he saw her coming in, and then forced out a smile: "Aren't you embarrassed?"
"A little bit." Wen Nuan nodded and answered honestly. If it had been before, she would have teased him as a "soaked rat" or something like that. However, she no longer felt that way now.
She held the resignation letter in her hand and hesitated on what to say.
Tan Qing glanced at her hand, her chest ached. He glanced at her and said, "Sit down, I'll go inside and change clothes."
"No need, Tan Qing, I'm here because..."
Wen Nuan said quickly, wanting to pass the thing over. Unexpectedly, Tan Qing walked into a rest room built into the office without even looking at it or saying a word.
Wen Nuan was a little embarrassed, bit her lip, and sat down. She stared at the door he closed, but she couldn't see the sad expression on the person inside.
Just to see her for a while longer? Actually, why bother? She will leave after all...
Tan Qing's lounge was very large, with a cabinet specifically for clothes. He opened the door, looked at the neat clothes inside, took out a set, changed them all from the inside out, and looked at the people inside, his
Unbearable and self-deprecation flashed in his eyes.
Smiling is indeed uglier than crying. If ghosts appear, it can scare them back to the Palace of Hell.
He pointed his finger at the person inside and smiled coldly: Even though he knew he would leave, he still couldn't help but want to take a few more glances. Tan Qing, you are really not as free and happy as the romantic young man before.
If you don't give her a chance to talk, aren't you just afraid that when you go out, you will see that she has left?
leave……
Something was blocking his throat. He took a deep breath and told himself, if you can't escape, just welcome her. If you can't keep her, just let her go. She has her happiness, and you shouldn't stop it.
"Are you out?"
Nuan Nuan was sitting on the sofa, sitting on pins and needles, holding the resignation letter in her hands and almost crushing the paper. She finally saw him coming out. She stood up and walked to his desk. She almost mustered up all the courage to put her resignation in her hands.
On the table: "It's already written, please sign it."
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Seeing the chapter title, did anyone think it was a divorce? Haha. It should be soon.
There will be an update of at least 5,000 words before ten o'clock tomorrow morning.