The warm office is located in a 28-storey building, and as long as you stand by the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, you can have an unobstructed view of this bustling city with lights and bustling traffic.

In the blink of an eye, Wen Xin has been in this city for twenty-five years since she was born. For her, it is a city full of memories, her joys and sorrows, love and hatred all happen here.

In the past few years, Wen Xin has been looking at the same scenery every day, living a template life day after day, and she is getting tired of it. In fact, from the bottom of my heart, I want to go somewhere else, but there is a reason why Wen Xin is reluctant to leave: she is waiting for a person's return, and this wait is seven years.

Boqing, how long do you have to wait for me to come back?

Thin affection is a hard wound in Wen Xin's life, and every time I think about it in the past seven years, there is joy and pain. Time has passed year by year, and what remains unchanged is that I will feel distressed when I think of him, and I will not stop thinking about it. What's even more painful is that the wound in my heart can't be forgotten or shared, only Wen Xin knows it.

Watching the cigarette between his fingers rise and then drift in the office, Wen Xin couldn't help but sigh. Who knows how much mood swings there are on the outside, but in the heart?

As the chair turned, Wen Xin extinguished the cigarette in the glass ashtray, looking at a book placed in the corner of the desktop in front of his office, Wen Xin only felt a pain in his heart.

"Mr. Gong, you can't go in, Miss Wen ordered not to let people ......" There was a shout from the secretary Lan Ling outside, and suddenly the door was pushed from the outside, and the pale blonde hair of the man who came in was slightly messy, ignoring the secretary's obstruction, and was about to rush in.

"I'm sorry, Miss Wen, I couldn't stop him......" Seeing Lan Ling's apologetic look, Wen Xin just raised her hand and motioned for her to go out.

Wen Xin knows best, Gong Yang is like this, he never listens to the dissuasion of others, he wants to break in, how can a secretary stop him?

"Got it, Miss Wen. Lan Ling listened to Wen Xin's words, quickly turned around and closed the door and left, leaving Gong Yang and Wen Xin behind.

Gong Yang's breath was still a little panting, and he stood in place and looked at Wen Xin fixedly, with a trace of anger in his eyes. Then, Wen Xin slowly stood up, stepped forward, and straightened his collar and slightly messy hair for him. Gong Yang grabbed her wrist at once, and said lightly: "Wen Xin, are you smoking again?"

Wen Xin was stunned for a moment, and then a smile appeared, pretending to be indifferent, and replied to him with a smile: "Can I think of him again when you are asking me?"

"Wen Xin, it's been seven years! You were twenty-five years old in the first seven years, and you will be thirty-two years old in the next seven years, and then you will be even more ......" Gong Yang's attachment to Wen Xin is actually really incomprehensible: "Time waits for no one, and youth is not permanent, how many seven years do you have to wait?"

"Well, we'll talk about that later. What's the matter, let the young master of your palace suddenly rush to my office to find me, what's the big deal?" Wen Xin decisively opened the topic, not wanting to argue with him on this matter.

Every time she talks about affection, Gong Yang will be very verbose, saying a lot of truths to persuade her to turn back, persuade her to die, and listen to Wen Xin.

Gong Yang sat on the sofa without saying a word, and looked at Wen Xin's smiling face fixedly, and finally he relaxed his tone and honestly explained the purpose of coming to her this time: "Actually, Uncle Wen asked me to probe you." Is it true that he heard that you want to participate in the new plan that the Bo family is going to launch next month?"

"My dad, didn't he go on his honeymoon with his mother again?, why did he suddenly ......" Wen Xin was still puzzled, and Gong Yang interrupted her words and corrected her thoughts: "It's your uncle." ”