Putting down her phone, Xu Wanqing didn't want to think about it any more.
She walked to the dressing table and sat down, trying to put on makeup. She could see light pink hickeys on her neck. She ran back to the cloakroom to find a scarf. The drawer in her memory actually had the same color as the scarf.
Still bright... The hand holding the silk scarf couldn't help but tighten.
Is everything really business as usual?
Then, she looked through many small places. These things were all things she remembered.
Sure enough, everything is just like three years ago...
After finishing her makeup in a daze, she stood up and looked in front of the mirror.
But through the mirror, she saw a slender figure leaning in front of the door, silently, just standing there looking at her. She was wearing old clothes from three years ago, a plain white skirt suit, with a dark
The embossed wintersweet pattern and cold blue trim are a very elegant and conservative dress, but because of the elegant white color, her face looks like a newly blooming peach blossom, radiant and moving.
"Xiao Zhuoyan?" She looked back at him.
"You are very beautiful. You are even more beautiful than before." There is a more mature smell about him, and there is an indescribable charm. His deep voice sounded faintly, without the anger last night, just as before
Elegance, as if nothing happened last night.
Even the disguise is quite successful.
"Thank you for the compliment. I hope you won't disturb my life again, and don't do what you did last night. Let's just get together and relax." She picked up her bag and passed by him without looking at him again.
After a night, seeing everything familiar, she suddenly seemed to have figured out something.
She doesn't hate him anymore.
In my heart, I did hate and resent him because of his ruthlessness.
Seeing everything familiar in this house again, it can be seen that once... at least once, he really cared about himself. Is it a kind of luck to get some true feelings from such a ruthless man?
Shouldn't she be content?
He seemed to have been silent all this time, and she let him fade out of her sight in such a cold and arrogant way.
Until that figure disappeared, Xiao Zhuoyan swept away everything on the coffee table like a volcano erupting!
Venting is definitely needed!
After he finished venting, he finally lay motionless on the sofa.
All the energy in his body seemed to have been taken away, and he was stuck there like mud. His throat hurt, his eyes hurt, and his mouth hurt. It seemed like he was hurting everywhere. However, the most painful thing was his heart. This idiot
The woman didn't even look at him again when she left, as if he was a transparent person at all...
After a while.
His eyes gradually calmed down, and he pulled out the secretary's phone. Maybe his voice was too hoarse, but the secretary didn't hear it for the time being, and just asked in surprise: "Who are you?"
"Xiao Zhuoyan." He answered simply.
"Ah? Mr. Xiao, what's wrong with your throat? Are you sick? Where are you? I'll take you to the hospital right away!" the secretary shouted at the other end.
"Don't make a fuss. I'm fine. Please help me check up on Yujun Group. I want to know how it developed."
He said that his throat hurt terribly after talking too much, and he coughed involuntarily.
"Okay, I'll check right away!" the secretary said respectfully, "But Mr. Xiao, are you really okay?"
"I'm fine, please call me after checking." Xiao Zhuoyan hung up the phone neatly, struggled to get up and went to the bathroom to rinse.