The evening glow casts dappled light and shadow through the leaves, and the warm orange and red tones fade away the irritating heat of the day and become warm.

But such a warm light still can't warm Zhou Ling's gradually cold heart.

The past is like a creeper climbing up under the wall, little by little, entangled in her heart, covering up the gray background.

Someone once asked her, why do you work so hard?

She didn't answer, because the heart that wants to prove herself to her family, and wants to be cared for and loved by her parents and her younger brother, people who have not experienced it will not understand.

Even though she has been through a lot and thinks that her cultivation is strong enough, she still feels lost and depressed because of the unequal treatment.

Zhou Ling stood under the old locust tree for a long time, knowing that the sunset was gradually disappearing, and the street lamps on both sides of the path replaced the sun's brilliance.

She stamped her numb feet and tugged at the corners of her stiff mouth, forcing herself to look less depressed before she returned home with her meal.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw Rong Zheng sitting on the sofa in the living room, and when I heard her open the door, I turned my head to look at her almost instantly.

He seemed to be a little speechless, his clear eyes hidden countless apologies that he wanted to tell but didn't know where to speak.

Seeing that Zhou Ling's expression was indifferent and he hadn't dissipated his anger yet, in the end, Rong Zheng lowered his eyelids a little gloomily, turned his head and turned on the TV.

The sound of the TV filled the quiet living room, diluting the slightly embarrassing atmosphere, and also making Rong Zheng, who was a little at a loss, seem to have found something to do.

It's just that he kept changing the channel with the remote control, but the corner of his eye was looking at Zhou Ling's demeanor and movements, as for what was on the TV, he didn't have the heart to watch it at all.

Since she had been standing below for a long time, the food that Zhou Ling had bought was already cold, and she had to pour the food onto a plate and reheat it in the microwave.

The kitchen is semi-open, with only a rectangular table built into the wall to separate the two areas.

So the situation on both sides can also be seen clearly.

It's just that Zhou Ling leaned his back against the table, and his face couldn't see clearly out of the window.

It wasn't until the microwave "ding" that she took the dish out of it, and mechanically repeated the same action to put another dish in to heat it.

There were a total of four dishes and one meal, and after all of them were heated, Zhou Ling brought the meal to the table.

I wanted to call Zhou Yiran, who was still in the room, but I didn't expect him to smell the aroma of the food.

Zhou resolutely touched his shriveled stomach and looked at Zhou Ling flatteringly, "Sister, this meal is delicious at first glance! Sister, your craftsmanship is not ordinary!"

Zhou Ling glanced at him expressionlessly, and his slightly stiff expression was softened by his unserious appearance, but there was a hint of complexity in his eyes.

It's not that she doesn't love her own brother, but when she sees Yiran, she will think of her parents' unfair treatment and remember the hurtful words her mother said that day.

But she also knows that Resolute is innocent, and she has been emphasizing this point in her heart all these years, but every time she sees Resolute, her feelings are still complicated.

"It's the dish I bought, it's too late today to cook. Zhou Lingyan explained concisely, and glanced at Rong Zheng, who was still sitting on the sofa unmoved, a little annoyed, "Do you still have to invite you?"

Rong Zheng shuffled to the dining table, he opened his mouth, wanted to say something, and finally swallowed it back.

The three of them ate very quietly at a meal, and even Zhou Yiran, who had always been more active, didn't dare to talk more, not wanting to annoy Zhou Ling again at this juncture.

Zhou Ling put away the dishes and chopsticks, and said inadvertently: "I have to go back to work overtime at night, and I may come back late today." ”

After speaking, he went to the kitchen with dishes and chopsticks, and did not look at the two of them the whole time.

Rong Zheng's thin lips were pursed, and his face was slightly ugly, but he just looked at Zhou Ling's busy back and was silent.

Zhou Ling packed up the dishes and chopsticks, and went straight to the entrance to take the bag and key and went out.

During the period, she didn't say hello to Rong Zheng, even if Rong Zheng deliberately stared at Zhou Ling, she pretended not to see it.

Zhou Ling came to the parking lot quickly, opened the car and just sat in to prepare to drive. I saw that the door of the passenger seat was opened, and a panting man squeezed in.

She glanced Rong Zheng up and down, a little stunned.

Rong Zheng was wearing an ordinary white shirt and black slacks, but the household slippers on his feet had not been changed.

Obviously, after Zhou Ling came out, he was also busy chasing him out, which caused him to not even change his shoes.

"What are you doing here? I'm going to work overtime. ”

Zhou Ling frowned and said impatiently.

"I'll be with you, it's too late, I'm not worried about you alone. ”

Rong Zheng fastened his seat belt on his own, and his tone was low but unquestionable.

Zhou Ling instantly remembered what Rong Zheng had done during the day, but the anger that he had finally suppressed was ignited again.

deliberately choked and said in a mocking tone, "What is not at ease, I was not worried about going to the night shift before." ”

In fact, what Zhou Ling said was a bit biased, and it was purely deliberately stabbing Rong Zheng. When Zhou Ling hadn't resigned before, Rong Zheng would accompany him every time he worked the night shift.

If it were normal, Rong Zheng was only afraid that he would refute it, but today he knew that he was at a loss, and Zhou Ling was angry again, so he just bowed his head sullenly and didn't say a word.

Zhou Ling was even more angry, as if he had punched cotton.

After pulling out the key, he was about to leave directly, but Rong Zheng suddenly grabbed Zhou Ling's wrist.

The force was neither light nor heavy, but it was enough to restrain Zhou Ling and make it impossible for her to rush out of the car.

"I should have told you in advance about the model, and I shouldn't have fought with Yiran today. I'm sorry I didn't care about your feelings. But it's getting late, and I have to accompany you to the company. ”

This is probably the first time in Rong Zheng's history that he apologized to Zhou Ling so seriously.

If it weren't for the last tough word, Zhou Ling really wanted to pry open his skin to see if there was a core in it.

She pursed her lips and glanced at her, then finally inserted the key back and drove to the office.

It's just that Zhou Ling's face is still not good-looking, so he didn't have any communication with Rong Zheng on the way to the car.

She went to the company today to deal with the articles that had not been edited and prepared for publication this afternoon.

It can be sent tomorrow, but considering the timeliness of the news, the effect may be greatly reduced if it is sent tomorrow, so Zhou Lingcai thought about going back in the evening to edit the article before publishing it.