"Manager Cen." Dong Xi was waiting anxiously in the conference room, so he simply came out to look for someone. Unexpectedly, he was shocked by the scene in front of him as soon as he walked out of the conference room door.
The white papers were scattered on the floor, and Cen Zhiqiao suddenly fell in the middle, as if he was in a daze, dumbfounded, without any reaction at all.
It startled him, and he hurriedly stepped forward to help her up. Looking at her cheeks wet with tears, his heart suddenly sank.
"Are you... okay?"
The gentle voice rang in her ears, and Cen Zhiqiao came back to her senses. She raised her eyes and met Dong Xi's concerned gaze. She was stunned for a moment, then shook her head: "No, it's okay."
Dong Xi felt a little relieved. The moment he looked back, he found a figure standing not far away from beginning to end, looking at this direction with indistinct eyes. He was stunned and recognized who the person was at a glance.
He nodded: "Brother He Yan."
The man named He Yan nodded slowly in response, but his eyes fell on Cen Zhiqiao.
"You recognize me?"
With such alienation and indifference, even though he had a pair of familiar eyes, Cen Zhiqiao still couldn't connect him with the person in her memory. She took two steps back and shook her head gently: "I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person.
Already."
The man seemed to be just asking a casual question. He turned around and entered the conference room on his own without looking at her again.
Only when the person was far away did Cen Zhiqiao dare to look at him. He looked so similar, could it be him? But that face...
"Manager Cen, are you really okay?" Seeing her astonishment, Dong Xi reached out and patted her shoulder. She suddenly came back to her senses, looked at him with some confusion, and then nodded: "I want to ask for leave.
"
In her current state, it was obviously impossible to continue working. What's more, she already knew the identity of the other party from the conversation just now. He Yan, Mr. He, was the one who would have a meeting with her later.
If you stay here, you will only continue to think wildly. It is better to go back, rest, and adjust your mentality.
She seemed to have had a long dream. In the dream, there was a face with a gentle smile, gently whispering in her ear: "Qiaoqiao, we will always be together."
He was so close, and she couldn't help but reach out to touch his face, but in an instant, before she could touch him, the figure had completely disappeared.
She woke up with a start: "Gu Nianchen---"
What he saw was an empty room. Apart from her heavy breathing, there was no trace of a human being.
Thinking of the gentle voice in her dream, she was a little stunned, and she didn't come back to her senses for quite a while.
She dreamed of him again. She didn't know how many times in the past three years, she had woken up from such a dream that was sometimes warm and sometimes scary, reminding her over and over again of the fact that that person was no longer there...
She closed her eyes, then got out of bed and poured herself a glass of water.
The slightly cold water fell down my throat, finally calming down my frantic heart. I put down the water glass, but then I heard the doorbell suddenly ring.
*
Two minutes later.
Cen Zhiqiao opened the door, picked up the little person on the ground, and took Tongtong's hand with him to lead him inside.
"Sister Qiao Qiao, what did you do this afternoon? You didn't even care about your son." She fumbled her way to the sofa and sat down, Lian Ying Tong couldn't help but murmured.
"That's right, my mother didn't pick me up, so I stayed at school with the teacher for a long time." Little Lemon in her arms also muttered, her little mouth pouting slightly, full of displeasure.
Cen Zhiqiao hurriedly kissed his son on the face, and while helping him change his shoes, he kept explaining: "I had a headache, so I came back to rest early, and turned my phone to silent. I'm sorry, sorry, I'm really sorry...
.”
"Mom, do you have a headache? Why do you have a headache? Can I rub it for you?" The baby in his arms raised his hand and pressed Cen Zhiqiao's temple with his soft little hand. He raised his head and asked:
"How are you? Are you feeling better?"
That look was so cute. Cen Zhiqiao couldn't help but hug his son and kiss him twice, then nodded: "Thank you mom for the little lemon, it doesn't hurt anymore."
She was very grateful to God for sending this child to her safely. Even though it was so painful when she was pregnant with him, it was covered up by her current happiness. She was very fortunate that during the three years when that person was not around, she had
Lemon beside her.
Although Lemon was a kid, she was still a child after all. After being kissed twice by Cen Zhiqiao, she thought she really wasn't in pain anymore, so she ran back to the room to play by herself with her little schoolbag in her arms.
Cen Zhiqiao then sat next to Lian Yingtong.
"I'm a really incompetent mother. I don't have time to take care of him when I'm busy at work. I finally overslept after an afternoon of rest. Thanks to you, I was able to pick him up from the kindergarten."
"You are so polite to me. It's not like you don't know. Anyway, I am bored every day. It would be great to pick up Little Lemon and let him tell me stories."
Lian Yingtong chuckled, her smile sincere and satisfied.
She loved Lemon very much, and maybe it was because of Gu Nianchen. The man she called Uncle Gu was gone, so she could only find some shadow from Lemon.
What's more, Little Lemon is really cute and she likes it very much.
After talking for a while, Little Lemon complained that she was hungry, so Cen Zhiqiao asked him to play with Tongtong while he went into the kitchen.
In the past, she had never touched housework, but now she was able to go out of the hall and into the kitchen, and in a short time she had three dishes and one soup ready.
Lian Yingtong was left to have dinner with her, and the two of them started chatting casually.
"By the way, last time I said that Fang Ziyi was going to move in with you, how did you decide in the end?" Cen Zhiqiao asked after putting the food in Lian Yingtong's hand and telling her the location of each dish.
"Of course I won't agree." Lian Yingtong's face darkened slightly,
"You can do whatever they want to do, but they must not dangle in front of me or make me feel upset."
Her eyes fell on Cen Zhiqiao without focus, and she clearly saw the light in Lian Yingtong's eyes. Even though she said something tough, Cen Zhiqiao could vaguely hear the reluctance.
She almost sighed.
How could she not understand Lian Yingtong's thoughts?
I came to City A because I wanted to start my life again, and in the past three years, my relationship with Lian Yingtong has become closer and closer.
Cen Zhiqiao is a sensitive person. When she first looked at Lian Yingtong and Huo Dongzhen, she only viewed them as an ordinary uncle-nephew relationship. However, as time went by, she noticed something unusual.
It is clear that in Lian Yingtong's eyes, Huo Dongzhen is not just as simple as an uncle. She relies on him, likes him, and even... loves him.
So every time Fang Ziyi is mentioned, even Ying Tong looks extremely disgusted.
"Then what does Dong Chuan say? Aren't they... planning to get married?"
Although she asked cautiously, she still saw Lian Yingtong's delicate brows frowning, taking a mouthful of soup and drinking it, before she sighed: "Teach me a lesson, I even had a big quarrel with him over this matter."
Got one."
Cen Zhiqiao smiled bitterly and looked at the girl in front of him, feeling a little distressed.
Perhaps only you know the pain of loving someone you shouldn't love.
"Forget it, let's not talk about him. Let's talk about you. Why do you have a headache? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Cen Zhiqiao shook his head, realizing that she couldn't see, and then said: "I don't feel uncomfortable anywhere, maybe I'm a little tired from running between City H and City A two days ago, and I always feel like my brain is not very clear.
.”
She didn't mention the person she saw that day, as if she subconsciously didn't want to touch him for fear of breaking her heart again.
"In that case, why not take a break tomorrow? How about we take Lemon to the children's playground?" Lian Yingtong didn't know what she was thinking, so she made a suggestion enthusiastically.
Before Cen Zhiqiao nodded, Lemon, who was concentrating on eating, suddenly raised his head from the bowl: "Go to the children's paradise? Okay, okay, mom, go ahead, go ahead. You promised me last time that you would wait for my birthday."
You took me to play when the time came, but my birthday was already over and you didn’t take me there either.”
The little mouth was holding back, feeling unspeakable grievances, but it made Cen Zhiqiao want to laugh for a while.
The pair of black eyes came to mind again, and her thoughts were a little confused. She might as well take Lemon out to play, just to relax.
So he nodded in agreement, discussed the meeting time with Lian Yingtong, and then called Dong Xi and the teachers at Lemon Kindergarten.
In order to avoid being questioned by Dong Xi, it was just asking her if she was feeling unwell, etc., but she just put it off.
Early the next morning, the two of them, together with Little Lemon, headed towards the children's paradise with great interest.