With some unspeakable emotions, she looked at his side face quietly and unscrupulously behind him, calmly and confidently.
When did the handsome young man he was familiar with in his memory, who seemed to care nothing about everything, change his appearance?
The usual indifference and unrulyness have long been replaced by seriousness and concentration, and the slightly unruly expression has become calm and calm;
Although the question she had been avoiding almost stubbornly, at this moment, she finally completely defeated her remaining fantasy, a fact that she finally had to admit - four years later, you are really no longer you.
The almost lonely and sad gaze was caught by Yan Zisong, who was about to exchange opinions with Xing Fei on the right, turning slightly behind him.
Qin Xiaoman hurriedly lowered his head and looked at the notebook in his hand that was densely covered with notes. It turned out that even his eyes had changed. The glance just now was obviously with a smile. The full smile was like the same as countless times before, and he looked at it faintly.
I love her, but why do I feel so strange?
No matter how much you try to cheat and refuse to admit it, Qin Xiaoman, that man who smiles wantonly and tenderly, holds you tightly in his arms and makes you say you miss him and like him, he is really no longer yours.
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Lying in the hotel room, staring quietly at the roof in a daze, Qin Xiaoman suddenly felt a terrible pain in his stomach.
Although her physique has never been considered strong, she has basically never had any difficult illnesses due to her regular life.
Maybe it was the unfamiliar foreign land, maybe it was the illness, maybe... it was the fact that she had never dared to face up to. She suddenly felt that everything she had done was extremely stupid; the most stupid thing was actually accepting this inexplicable situation.
A job you can reasonably refuse to quit!
If you haven't personally discovered the disillusionment of your fantasy, can you just arbitrarily think that the person you love still loves you in a certain corner of the world, even just a little bit?
At the same time, in the hotel's star bar, Yan Zisong and Xing Fei were sitting in front of the dark blue marble table, sharing a rare and comfortable time; the two men were sitting on dark brown luxurious wooden high chairs,
One by one, they were sipping the wine in their glasses.
With slow and melodious music and soft and relaxing lights, Xing Fei felt that the timing was just right.
"Mr. Yan..." His slender index finger gently touched the rim of the cup. The man's voice was low but he spoke calmly and forcefully. "There are two more talks. Should we consider changing to a translator? Or give Miss Qin a few days off."
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Yan Zisong remained calm and undecided, but he had to admit in his heart that this might be a good idea.
When did it start? The first half has been going smoothly, so where is the turning point?
Inadvertently turning his head and taking a quick glance, she was looking at him so intently from behind;
Is it focused, with recognition, surprise, and even some appreciation?
Looking back with pride, almost as if taking credit, like a childish child; because he was unexpectedly recognized, his mood was agitated and elated?
She instantly realized this extremely discouraging emotion and almost went crazy on the spot; she suppressed her self-contempt and tried to concentrate on the man who was going to ask questions, but she found that her attention could no longer be concentrated no matter what. She, trust her
too close.
In the quiet venue, the interpreter's voice couldn't be too loud. She sat almost closely behind him, leaning forward slightly and leaning against his ear.