She walked out slowly. These people probably couldn't adapt because they were encountering such a situation for the first time.
Even she was surprised. She had been Rong Beiming's secretary for several years, and this was the first time that a meeting was suddenly interrupted. It was simply unbelievable.
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In the office, Yu Nianen stood in front of the large desk with his back to the mahogany door.
She was wearing a blue knee-length suspender dress, and her long black hair was tied into a ponytail, hanging softly on her back.
Rong Beiming walked over gently and hugged her waist from behind: "Coming?"
Yu Nianen's body froze, and she was held by him in a daze, without saying a word.
"Miss me? So, you're here anyway?" He said softly, lowering his head and biting her earlobe teasingly. He couldn't control the strong desire to possess her.
Yu Nianen still didn't move, but the tears in her eyes fell on Rong Beiming's wrist one by one.
I feel so wronged. I have never felt so wronged before.
Although the loss of love and friendship was not directly caused by this man, the hatred in her heart fell on this man.
"I hate you!" She remained motionless, but waves were rolling in her heart.
Two figures vaguely appeared in her mind. They rushed to the top of the mountain with a smile, and then shouted loudly into the empty valley:
"I love you, Yu Nian'en! Yu Nian'en, I love you!"
"I love you, Ding Ziqian! Ding Ziqian, I love you!"
It should have been the weekend after they confirmed their relationship. She once thought it was the happiest day in her life. But who knew, it would become a permanent pain in her heart.
Tears are still flowing, and my heart is still hurting deeply.
Rong Beiming's face suppressed a smile, and he hugged her for a while. Her body kept shaking in his arms because of crying.
Her tears were all over her hands, which gradually became cold after being warm.
"I have nothing left, I have no love, no self-esteem, and now I don't even have friendship..." Her voice was trembling.
Like a wronged child, she cried sadly.
Rong Beiming turned her around, hugged her tightly, and pushed her head into his arms.
"It's all you... Why did you say that to Shuyi? She likes you! Don't you understand? She likes you!" Yu Nianen beat his chest hard and cried hard.
He said nothing and let her vent.
The weak pink fist hit his chest. The force was not strong, but it was full of heartache.
"Hit! Just don't cry anymore, eh?" He stroked her hair and wiped the tears that she couldn't wipe away with his thumb.
If she could stop crying, he would be willing to let her vent.
He suddenly understood what Shen Chenyi said: "If Xiaoyou is willing, I will lie there and let her beat her."
Thinking about it, he looked down at her white, tear-stained little face and her mist-stained watery eyes. The piercing pain was so real.
"So many women like me, which one do you want me to care about?" he joked, pretending to be relaxed.
"..."
"What? It's hard to say?"
She slightly raised her tearful eyes: "Why are you so shameless and obscene?"
"Then what do you want to do? I've already said it, and I really don't like her. Do you want me to lie to her?" He deliberately raised the topic to divert her attention, "Or, you want to talk to her