Tang En let her go and said with a smile: "You have to call me when you arrive. You can also send me a text message."
"Well, I will. Then I'm leaving."
"Go." Tang En and Lewis said at the same time.
The time was indeed coming, Jun Ai stopped talking nonsense to them, she waved goodbye to them, and then went to the security check.
Lewis and Tang En kept looking at her until her figure disappeared, and then they looked back.
"Twain, will you go on Annie's birthday?" Lewis asked Tang En sideways.
"What about you?" Tang En asked.
Lewis smiled and said: "Of course I want to go! In fact, I lied to her, I just wanted to give her a surprise."
"Me too……"
"Twain, actually I have confessed my love to Annie a long time ago, and she knows that I like her." Lewis suddenly said again.
"..."
Lewis didn't look at his expression, "She said that she couldn't give me the answer for the time being, but if I was willing to wait, she would give me the answer on the day I turn 18."
"..."
"Twain, no matter what Annie's answer is, we will still be friends in the future, right?"
Tang En could barely hear his own voice, "Of course..."
Lewis hugged his shoulders and said nothing more.
…
As Tang En drove on the road, his eyes were a little vacant.
His hands were also trembling.
How could he not understand Jun Ai and Lewis's hints.
The two of them have already reached a tacit understanding and will reveal the answer on the day Jun Ai turns eighteen.
They like each other and they will be together...
Thinking of this possibility, Tang En couldn't breathe.
He has tried so hard, but is it still too late?
Tang En didn't know how he got home.
Just this year, he bought a villa in a prime location and has moved here with his mother.
When Tang En walked into the living room, his mother was instructing the servants on what to cook for the afternoon.
Seeing Tang En, his mother looked puzzled: "Tang En, what's wrong with you? You don't look very good."
"I'm fine..."
Mother Tang was worried and stepped forward to touch his forehead: "Are you sick?"
"No, Mom, I'm really fine." Tang En's voice was a little weak, "I'm just a little tired."
Tang's mother said distressedly: "I have long asked you to stop working so hard. Why are you working so hard now that you are young? All successful people do it step by step. You can also take your time and don't be so hasty."
She is the one who knows best about Tang En's hard work in the past few years.
Tang En's eyes showed sadness: "But mom, I can't do it if I don't work hard..."
"I know you are a good boy and you have always wanted to work hard to prove yourself. But now that you have done it, take a rest, Tang En."
"It's useless." Tang En shook his head, "I didn't do it at all. Even if I did, it would be too late."
Tang's mother couldn't understand what he said, "What are you talking about?"
"Mom, all my efforts are too late..."
"Twain, what on earth are you talking about?"
Tang En shook his head: "Nothing."
Then he said nothing and walked slowly upstairs.
Mother Tang looked at him worriedly, but didn't know how to help him.
Tang En has a large studio.
No one is allowed to enter his studio, including his mother.
He opened the door and walked in. The huge studio was filled with countless oil paintings.
At first glance, every oil painting depicts the same person.