Liu Siyang looked silently at the sleeping man lying on the desk in front of her. He looked very tired, and he must have been very haggard mentally. Could she have become a burden on his heart now? She sighed softly in her heart.
Who is that strange woman who looks like Shang Wei? Will the man dancing with him be her boyfriend? She really hopes so. If so, would the problem be much easier?
She just stood there in a daze, until she realized that her tears were silently flowing down, dripping wet the back of Ji Zhehan's clothes, then she wiped her tears in a panic. She quietly put the photo into his hand, as if nothing happened.
The same thing happened. I opened the door gently and secretly breathed a sigh of relief: I hope everything will be as before when I wake up tomorrow.
Standing on the balcony, the moonlight poured in like a waterfall and sprinkled silvery white all over the floor. It was already late at night and the surroundings were very quiet. Through the window, you could occasionally see cars passing by, adding a bit of noise to the quiet night.
It made her feel a little irritable.
The moment she agreed to be her girlfriend, the first thing she thought of was to replace Shang Wei's photo in Ji Zhehan's wallet. She wanted to be his only one and not allow him to have other women in his heart. Seeing him
When she had already changed into her photo, her heart could be described as ecstatic. But now, he was holding someone else's photo in his hand. It was a photo of a woman who had occupied his heart for many years.
It's so annoying, what should I do? Minyuan is right, love will change a person. Minyuan changed and became gentle. She also became sentimental. Where is Liu Siyang?
Where have you been? I really hate myself now.
She didn't want to think about it anymore and went back to the house. What's yours is yours, and it's useless to force it if it's not yours. She persuaded herself to go back to the bedroom.
The sky was already slightly bright, and the first ray of sunshine in the morning poured in without hesitation. Liu Siyang wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. She was sleepless in the middle of the night! She smiled bitterly and wanted to go out to see if Zhehan was awake.
As soon as she sat up, she heard footsteps coming from outside. The sound was getting closer and closer. Liu Siyang quickly lay down. Yesterday, Mrs. Lin asked for leave and said she couldn't come over this morning, so the footsteps should be Ji Zhehan's. She pulled up the quilt.
, turn your face to the other side and close your eyes.
Ji Zhehan gently opened the door and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she was still sleeping peacefully. He had just woken up and found that he was sleeping in the study room and had a photo of Shang Wei in his hand. He was extremely upset. What if he was thought of?
Yang discovered how sad she must be and how sad she would be. So she put the photos away, turned off the lamp, and returned to the bedroom.
Lying on the bed, he turned her face over, resting his chin on the top of her head, and gently slid his long fingers over her smooth face. Liu Siyang held back the tears that were already in her eyes, for fear that his fingers would
Touch her eyes and feel her moisture.
Fortunately, his hand didn't slip anymore. He got into the warm bed that belonged to the two of them, closed his eyes, and hugged her gently.
When he wasn't paying attention, she secretly wiped the corners of her eyes. Pretending to stretch casually, she opened her back and sat up, as if she had just woken up.
"Yang Yang, are you awake?" Ji Zhehan opened his eyes and smiled warmly at Liu Siyang.
"Yawn!" She yawned deliberately, rubbed her eyes that were not sleepy, and smiled back: "Are you awake too? You fell asleep without realizing it last night. I didn't expect to sleep until now. Hehe
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"Yang Yang, I love you!" Ji Zhehan looked at her and said something out of nowhere.
"Han, I love you too!" Liu Siyang couldn't help but tightened, but couldn't help but reply.
Really? Does he really love himself, has he not wavered? Maybe.
In the morning, Ji Zhehan was reading documents attentively in his office.
She knocked on the door, came in, and came to stand in front of his desk.
"Han, can I be the one to study in Beijing the day after tomorrow?" Her eyes were shining with anticipation.
"Just send Secretary Zhang there, why do you want to go too?" Ji Zhehan walked out from behind the desk, came to her, and asked her to sit on the sofa.
"I also want to study. There's nothing going on at the headquarters right now, so just give me a chance." Liu Siyang showed a smile on his face, trying to look as natural as possible and give his reasons as fully as possible.
"Do you really want to go? But, Yang Yang, it will take more than a week. I will miss you." Although it was not suitable to say such lingering words in the office, he still couldn't help but say it.
Liu Siyang was a little touched. Except for confessing to him that day, he rarely said intimate words in the office. On second thought, the two of them should separate a little and reconsider whether each other really has the only place in their hearts. It would be better for them.
More beneficial.
"Han, I will miss you too, but this opportunity is rare and I'm afraid it will be difficult to get another one in the future. Secretary Zhang and I will go together."
She spoke more and more sincerely.
No longer having the heart to refuse her, Ji Zhehan had no choice but to agree. He stroked her hair and said, "Little girl, have you really left me alone?"
"I'll be back soon." She smiled sincerely.
Ji Zhehan is engaged. Shang Wei has known about this fact for a few days, and got the news from Tian Cheng accidentally. Tian Cheng called her over when he was surfing the Internet that day, and said excitedly: "Wei, this president of Lanyu Group is really not good at all.
It's simple, he became the president at a young age, and I heard that his father announced it at his engagement party."
Hearing him calling her, Shang Wei came over. Unexpectedly, what she saw was Ji Zhehan's photo. Her heart was shocked. Looking at the lover she hadn't seen for four years, her eyes instantly became moist. Tian Cheng didn't notice and continued
She clicked through the photos of Ji Zhehan and Liu Siyang to show her. Shang Wei's heart sank again and again. Is he engaged? They were so happy in the photos. It seemed that he had really forgotten about her. It's not his fault.
, it has been more than three years since they lost contact. It was really the two of them that she saw twice in France that day. Paris, the romantic city where they met to retire together. It's so sad, the one who retired together should be
There are two of them.
Her whole body was trembling slightly. Her slender, thick black eyebrows and big wet eyes stared motionlessly at the computer screen. Strong emotions hit her like a mountain. She felt that her blood was about to solidify and her heart was also shaking.
She was about to suffocate, as if a sharp knife was piercing her heart, and her internal organs were all broken!
"Wei, what's wrong with you?" Tian Cheng looked back and saw Shang Wei wiping tears alone, feeling distressed.
"Tian Cheng, Ji Zhehan, he is..." Unable to say another word, she ran back to her room and sobbed.
Tian Cheng followed nervously and watched her lying on the bed, her shoulders shrugging due to sobbing.
After waiting in silence for a long time, Tian Cheng had already guessed what was going on between her and Ji Zhehan. The word she muttered in her sleep at night was exactly the word "Han".
"Wei." Tian Cheng sat on the edge of the bed and uttered a word with difficulty. Seeing that the woman he loved was crying for another man, the sadness in his heart was understandable to many people.
"Tian Cheng..." Shang Wei sat up with some shame, took the tissue paper handed over by Tian Cheng and wiped away her tears, looking at Tian Cheng with her big eyes like an abandoned child's melancholy and guilt.
"I'm sorry, Tian Cheng, I was too excited. When I did this, you were sad, right?"
Without waiting for his reply, she began to whisper again:
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. You have been with me for more than three years. If it weren't for you, I would have... ugh... I shouldn't have come back. I really hate myself. I should have stayed in France.
, stay by your side forever..." She hugged him impulsively.
Tian Cheng saw her crying and was at a loss. He didn't know where to put his hands. He hesitantly put his arm around her shoulders and let her head rest on his chest.
He remembered that when he saw her for the first time, he was traveling to the United States. That day he went to the beach to play. When he was strolling downstream to enjoy the beautiful scenery, he found that there were many people gathered in a circle and pointing. Out of curiosity, he ran over and
I found a woman with a graceful figure lying on the ground, her face had been scratched by the rocks, her body was already soaked, and her clothes were clinging tightly to her body.
"What's wrong with her?" he asked anxiously. The look of her face pale and dying made him feel inexplicably heartbroken.
"They should have rushed here from upstream. Oh, how pitiful!" A middle-aged woman shook her head.
Is such a young life going to disappear little by little in front of him? Although there are blood stains on her face, it can still be seen that she is still very young. How can this be done, how can it be done? He feels deeply for this fragile life.
Worry.
"She's not dead yet. Who's going to save her?" He squatted down and put his hand to her nostrils, feeling that she seemed to be breathing.
"Those who rushed down from the upstream are probably hopeless."
"That's right. He's really pitiful. He's very young."
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"It's impossible, how can there be no hope of help?" He didn't believe it.
"Who is the doctor? Is there a doctor?" he asked eagerly.
"Doctor? Ah, yes, there is a clinic there. I'll go and have a look." A voice sounded a little happy, and then hurried footsteps were heard leaving.
Soon the man came back with a young man in a white coat, only in his twenties.
"She should be able to be saved." He squatted down, flattened her body, then put one hand on her chest, and beat his own hand hard with the other hand.
A few simple movements miraculously caused a reaction. She coughed a few times, then spat out a few large mouthfuls of water. She slowly regained consciousness, blinked her eyes and fell into unconsciousness again.
"Who has a car? Send her to the hospital quickly!" the young doctor asked anxiously.
"I have." He handed the car keys to the young doctor, turned around and picked her up.
While his thoughts were still wandering, his hand touched a water glass, and then he came back to his senses and saw Shang Wei handing him a glass of water.
"Tian Cheng, I'm sorry." Her beautiful little face showed distress.
"Wei, I'm fine." He took the water glass with one hand and held Shang Wei's weak and boneless hand with the other: "I think of the first time we met."
"I was in a coma for fourteen days, lost my memory for three years, and underwent three plastic surgeries. It was all you who took care of me silently. I often think about how I should repay your kindness. For a strange woman, I have never met her.
, but can do this. How many people in the world can be like you?" She whispered, her eyes misty.
"Actually, the first time I saw you, I felt that I was destined to be involved in some kind of relationship with you. I kept cutting and dealing with you." He drank water and spoke quietly.