In the presidential office, Yuan Lizhen heard Li Zhiqiang's story and hesitated and asked. Seeing Leng Yan nodding, she asked again: "Does Miss Luoning know?"
"Don't mention her!" Leng Yan said loudly. "Do you have any misunderstandings?" Yuan Lizhen shrank her neck and asked with a thorn in her mouth.
"It would be great if it was a misunderstanding." Leng Yan was distressed and felt depressed. He didn't want to say more, so he waved his hand and said, "You go out and do things." Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Yuan Lizhen didn't dare to ask more, and turned around and left.
Misunderstanding? He hoped it was a misunderstanding, but it was not at all. Leng Yan laughed at himself and no longer thought about it. He was at his desk to conceive the company's development plan for the next few years.
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Yujing Paradise, Luo Ning's apartment, she didn't go anywhere on that day, just said hello to Zhang Shengli, asked for a day off, and then sat in the living room, wanting to wait for Leng Yan to change his mind, every time he heard it
There was movement outside the door, so she ran out quickly. She ran out several times, but she returned disappointed every time.
"Luanning, wake up, he won't come back. Even if you wait until you die, he won't come back." As time went by, her heart became colder and colder, and she couldn't feel the slightest temperature, because
Leng Yan never came back.
Several times, she took out the phone and wanted to call him, but every time she took out the phone, she didn't have the courage to dial it out. She was inexplicably afraid, afraid that he would ignore her, and afraid that he would say he would not come back.
Then, the last trace of expectation and sustenance in her heart was gone.
Sitting on the sofa in distractedly, the phone in her hand suddenly made a slight sound. Luo Ning cheered up and found that she had subconsciously called Leng Yan's phone number. She was shocked and hurriedly cut off the phone.
My heart was beating.
Dingsheng International Group, in the CEO's Office.
Leng Yan couldn't concentrate anyway, and he didn't write a word for a long time. He was upset and suddenly the phone rang, and then there was no sound. He picked it up and saw that it was Luo Ning who called the phone and laughed at it.
Throw it onto the table.
He had been away for a long time, and she didn't even call. Now she rang and hung up again. She really didn't take him to heart and didn't care about him at all.
However, he laughed at himself, but his heart was looking forward to it, as if he heard his voice. After two minutes, the phone really rang again.
Did she call her? She regrets it? Want to let me go back? If so, will I forgive her or not?
He thought in a chaotic mood, his hand had already answered the phone before his consciousness, "What's the matter with me?" Leng Yan said coldly.
"Can't you call you if you're fine? I'm so concerned about you. I'll call you for inquiries. It's too inappropriate for you to speak in this tone." Liu Mingming said on the other end of the phone, she was the one who was there.
It was not Luo Ning who called.
"Did you explain yesterday?" Liu Mingming asked. "I explained it, it broke completely." Leng Yan said listlessly.
"What, why is this happening?" Liu Mingming said in surprise. "She doesn't like me." Leng Yan laughed at himself.
"No, she should like you. What's wrong?" Liu Mingming muttered, and suddenly she said loudly: "I thought of it, it must be because of the perfume. The perfume I sprayed you yesterday must be because of it, it must be because of it.
This made her misunderstand, it must be like this."