Le Yao carried a pot of water, and at the corner of the corridor, a small figure crashed into her arms, the kettle in her hand fell to the ground, the pot shattered, and the water spilled all over the ground.

The little figure in trouble was so frightened that he cried.

Le Yao panicked, hurriedly picked her up, checked her body, and was relieved to find that she was not burned, "Good, don't cry." ”

The little girl sobbed and answered, and gradually stopped crying, her originally white little face, after crying for a while, became a little flower face, but her beautiful eyes like a crescent moon made Le Yao slightly shocked, for several seconds, she couldn't come back to her senses, with a trace of nervousness and uneasiness, she asked: "Little friend, what is your name?"

"Beanie. The little girl said coquettishly with a hint of crying, she was about four years old, obviously a girl, but her hair was cut short, and she was wearing a very old gray coat.

"Doudou?" Le Yao repeated her name, her thoughts rolling, and in the bottom of her heart, an inexplicable shock moved her, and her eyebrows trembled slightly.

"Doudou, Doudou, where are you?" a grandmother in her sixties called anxiously as she walked down the corridor.

"Hey," Doudou struggled out of Le Yao's arms, "Grandma, grandma." ”

"Where did you go?" the old woman breathed a sigh of relief, and then hugged Doudou.

That Doudou had clearly gone away, but she suddenly turned around and looked at Le Yao with beautiful eyes, and at the end of the corridor, she actually grinned and smiled at Le Yao.

The child's laughter was innocent and elegant, it was her smile that made Le Yao stand in place in a daze, and she lost her mind for a while, if ......

Alas-

There are not so many ifs in the world.

What is not lost is always lost.

Heart, it hurts.

Tears, but hidden in the eyes.

Fingers, but there was a burst of pain, Le Yao looked down, but found that the index finger and middle finger of her right hand had been scratched at some point, faintly, oozing blood. With a wry smile, she went to the boiling water room to find the broom and cleaned up the broken kettle residues on the floor one by one.

On the balcony on the second floor of the hospital, Wen Yunting's slender and handsome figure stood quietly, quietly looking at everything that had just happened, his heart hurt slightly for no reason, he withdrew his strange emotions, but helplessly, his eyes followed Le Yao's emaciated back until he couldn't see it.

"It turns out that we are Wen Shaohao. Zhou Yang pursed his lips, looking uninhibited, looking at Le Yao's distant back, and hummed softly: "Well, it looks good, it's just ...... Lost a little weight. ”

Wen Yunting glanced at him unhappily.

"Hey, as soon as Siyu left, you looked around?" Zhou Yang was not afraid of him, but he still looked like he was not afraid of death.

Wen Yunting pursed his lips, his face was not very good.

"Well, I'm a patient. Finding that Wen Yunting was not kind, Zhou Yang pointed to his left arm hanging from his chest with a white veil, "The gentleman doesn't move." He knew that Wen Yunting wouldn't do it, but he deliberately teased him.

"What about the patient?" Wen Yunting snorted softly, deliberately reaching out to pull his left arm.

Zhou Yang thought he was really coming, and hurriedly dodged to the side, but unexpectedly, when he dodged, his injured left arm hit the wall, and he grinned in pain.

"Let's go!" Looking at his miserable appearance, Wen Yunting snorted lightly: "I still have something to do at night, so I don't have time to spend with you." ”

"Hmph, is this how you treat your cousin?" Zhou Yang was in a lot of pain: "Be careful, I tell my uncle." ”

"Go ahead!" Wen Yunting said, "Just to save me trouble." I don't want to run to the hospital every day. ”

"You-" Zhou Yang was angry, kicked the door of the ward with his foot, but looked up and found that Wen Yunting's back was stiff on the balcony, with a hint of coldness in his eyes, Zhou Yang was puzzled, and looked in his direction, in the corner of the garden of the hospital, the girl he saw before was quietly wiping her tears, and beside her, there was a young man who was standing handsome and elegant Sven, who was wiping her tears for her, but he followed and took her emaciated body into his arms and cared for her.

Anyone, when they see this scene, will think that it is a normal comfort and embrace between lovers.

Zhou Yang looked at Wen Yunting, whose face was filled with an inaccessible indifference.

"Le Yao, it's okay, I'm here. Her tears made Ming Hao feel distressed, for the first time, she was so bold to take her into her arms, "Uncle Le will be fine." He comforted: "Otherwise, let's do another detailed examination, perhaps, this is just a misdiagnosis." ”

Le Yao shook her head, just crying, she had endured too much pressure and pain, just now, when she came back from the boiling water room, she was stopped by the doctor, he took out the X-ray of Le Zhengming's chest, and told Le Yao that Le Zhengming had serious problems with his lungs.

Since Le Zhengming was hospitalized, the high fever did not go away, the cough did not stop, the doctor did a comprehensive examination for him, and as a result, it was found that there were shadows on his lungs, and the doctor said very implicitly, but Le Yao knew that suffering from cancer meant death.

She has already lost a lot and doesn't want to lose her only loved one anymore.

Her thin shoulders carried too much.

Now, all she can do is hide in a corner and cry secretly.

And the only time, she did not refuse Ming Hao's embrace.

Yes, she really longs for a warm embrace, a hug that can shelter her from the wind and rain. Although, it is only a temporary reliance, but it is better than her to bear it alone.

*

The sound of slow music sounded in the car, and Zhou Yang hummed softly with the beat, looking leisurely and complacent.

Since coming out of the hospital, Wen Yunting Ducen had a cold face, his cold eyes looked straight ahead, his hand fell on the steering wheel, and the discomfort in his heart increased slightly, and Zhou Yang's comfortable appearance on the side made him a little annoyed, and suddenly, he reached out and turned off the music.

Zhou Yang wanted to tease and quarrel with him, but saw that he was indifferent and refused to be thousands of miles away, so he shrugged his shoulders slightly, looking like "not as knowledgeable as you".

*

Outside the Wen house.

"Get out of the car. Wen Yunting said without a trace of emotion.

Seeing that he didn't move, Zhou Yang asked, "You're not going back?"

"Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Wen Yunting looked at Zhou Yang angrily, and his unhappiness gradually expanded.

Zhou Yang pursed his lips and opened the car door, but unexpectedly, he, who was usually very aggressive, touched the car door with his injured left hand and jumped on the ground in pain.

Wen Yunting stretched out his hand to close the car door, and the car drove away from Wen's house in a hurry, and he was in a low mood, so he didn't look back.

Watching the car drive away, Zhou Yang jumped angrily, "Hmph, heavy color and light friends, eccentric personality, hard-hearted ......"

"Muttering, what are you talking about?" Yu Peiling walked over from the garden, and she smiled lightly.

"Aunt Yu. When Zhou Yang saw it, he stopped muttering, with a smile that was enough to fascinate the little girl: "I didn't say anything." ”

"How's the hand?" asked Yu Peiling.

Zhou Yang raised his left arm tied with a heavy white veil slightly: "It's okay." "It hurts terribly.

"What about Yun Ting? Didn't he accompany you to the hospital? Why didn't you see him?" Yu Peiling is tall and tall, she has always been dressed generously and decently, because she is extremely well maintained, although she is forty-five years old, she looks like a woman in her early thirties, her skin is fair and shiny, special, especially her beautiful eyes, which makes people feel particularly intimate.

Zhou Yang could guess the source of Wen Yunting's displeasure with his toes, but he didn't grin as loudly as he did in front of Wen Yunting, and he didn't hold back his mouth: "He has something to do, go out." Aunt Yu, I'll go back to the room first. ”

Yu Peiling nodded slightly: "Well, let's go." Tell the babysitter what you want to eat at night, don't wait for us. "Tonight, she was going to accompany her husband to meet an important guest.

Zhou Yang nodded and then walked to the main house of the Wen Mansion, under the white magnolia tree, he turned around, but saw Yu Peiling leaning over the car, he was used to shrugging his shoulders and pursing his lips, fortunately, this uncle is not as difficult as the legend, at least, he lives here, and he is quite used to it. However, he had to sigh that this Xu Xian was more beautiful and elegant than his aunt, and even, very generous, because in the Wen house, there were still photos of his aunt before her death, and she even cared more about herself than her aunt did back then.

*

The corners of Zuo Youqing's lips hooked, and she walked towards Wen Yunting with a confident smile: "Hi." Finally, she had a chance to be alone with him.

Wen Yunting was sitting in front of the bar drinking alone, deaf to Zuo Youqing's frivolous call.

Zuo Youqing Wan'er did not feel the slightest displeasure, but raised her eyes and looked at the bartender with charming eyes, and her red lips bloomed: "I want a pink beauty." ”

The tall and handsome bartender smiled, revealing his white teeth, on his chin, with a light black beard, which lined him with a masculine taste, he skillfully began to mix bartending, in order to attract her attention, he deliberately made different tricks of bartending, and soon, a glass of wine was handed to Zuo Youqing.

"Cheers. Zuo Youqing threw a wink at the bartender, but held the glass, gently touching the rim of Wen Yunting's glass, and the crisp touch sound looked so small in the noisy bar.

Unexpectedly, Wen Yunting raised his head indifferently, there was a trace of unapproachable coldness in his eyes, his almost perfect facial features were close at hand, but he looked at Zuo Youqing with a coldness that made people suddenly cold: "Go away." His cold and arrogant refusal seemed to be unapproachable to anyone.

Zuo Youqing, who has always been proud, is not the first time that she has been rejected by him in person, but in the past few years, she has been sought after by everyone abroad, but she has a thick depression in her heart, but she is not angry, but slowly passes over, shortening the distance between her and him, with a little ambiguity and a little teasing: "Yunting, you are drunk." ”

She leaned over slightly, the skirt with a deep V-neck suspender lined the curve of her chest very beautifully, this kind of temptation, she had tried many times, no man had ever rejected her, at least, she had grown so big, except for Wen Yunting, it seemed that there was no second man who refused her initiative to kiss her, and, this time, she believed that she would definitely be able to conquer him.

The reason why Wen Yunting came to the noisy bar was just to calm his depressed mood with such a noisy noise, drinking alone in the noise, so that he could forget his depression, but unexpectedly, Zuo Youqing suddenly appeared, and even wanted to get close to him so frivolously, with a trace of cold arrogance in his thin lips, I saw him stretch out his arm and wrap his arms around Zuo Youqing's bare shoulders, so close to the distance, the strong smell of perfume on her body made him frown slightly, but his lips were close to her hair intentionally or unintentionally, and the smell of hairspray in her hair made him a little disgusted and disgusted。

His initiative made Zuo Youqing's heart bloom, and with a hint of coquettishness, he leaned his soft chest over: "Yunting." She put down her glass and stretched out her arms to hook his neck. Just when she was triumphant, she felt a cold flow of water in her chest, it turned out that he poured all the wine in his cup into her chest, and suddenly, her face changed, and she was about to have a seizure, but she raised her chin slightly to look at him, and in her eyes, with confusion, teasingly said: "You are so bad." ”

Wen Yunting had already withdrawn the hand holding her, his eyes and expression were still indifferent from thousands of miles away, the cup in his hand was already empty, his thin lips were cold, and the cup fell to the bar in an uproar, from a complete to many broken crystals, and he, a slender and tall figure, stood up suddenly, had already passed her and walked in the direction of the door.

"Hmph. Zuo Youqing was very angry, she was teased like this, her chest was wet, it was full of wine, she was slightly angry, "Wen Yunting!" Her hand slapped heavily on the bar, and her delicate makeup was distorted because of her angry expression.

"Beauty, don't be angry, I'll treat you to a drink. The tall and handsome bartender handed her another glass of wine, and his gaze, with undisguised teasing, looked at her chest soaking wet and springy.

A man's undisguised admiration will always make a woman's vanity swell in an instant, and Zuo Youqing is no exception, although her target tonight is Wen Yunting, but the humiliation just now made her grit her teeth and be angry, but the meal has not arrived, and it is not bad to have a delicious snack. She curled one of her lips and landed her hands on the bar, letting the spring light on her chest bloom to the fullest, and she reached out and slowly grasped the cup.

The bartender smiled evilly, but boldly reached out and grabbed her hand on the glass: "Your clothes are soaked." "After many years of bar life, he is used to seeing all kinds of women, and he makes no secret of his purpose.

Zuo Youqing met his gaze and raised her chin proudly: "Do you have clothes to borrow from me?" She likes this kind of straightforward teasing, and prefers such exciting feelings. And she was angry with Wen Yunting, why was he so incomprehensible?

"Of course. The bartender took out the glass in her hand, his fingers lightly hooked her palm, his gaze revealed his more desire: "Follow me." ”

The storage room behind the bar, the door, can't isolate the noise of the bar outside, the dark space, the two people are entangled with each other, there is no emotion, some, just ask for each other strongly, and Zuo Youqing is like every time before, releasing her desire to the fullest. This is the real her.

*

The wind of the summer night blows with an irrepressible heat, and there seems to be unreleased heat in the air, which is a precursor to the arrival of heavy rain.

With his hands in his trouser pockets, Wen Yunting's tall figure stood on the side of the street, seeming to have lost his sense of direction.

He is not a man with old-fashioned ideas, let alone Megumi Yanagishita.

But he is not a casual man.

Zuo Youqing, his college classmate, is outgoing, just like she never hides her love and pursuit of him.

But he never liked her.

Is she not beautiful enough? On the contrary, Zuo Youqing's beauty is flamboyant and stands out from the crowd.

But he had an inexplicable sense of rejection towards her.

If you don't like it, you don't like it

He was a very healthy man, both mentally and physically. When he was in the United States before, there was no shortage of women around him, but every time he was happy with them, there would be boundless emptiness and gloom in his heart, so he never maintained a physical relationship with anyone for a little longer. However, in addition to solving his physiological needs, he will also have his own principles, that is, not to touch his partners at work, let alone his subordinates, so no matter how clearly Zuo Youqing hints and seduces, he will not be tempted in the slightest, even if it is just a game, he will avoid it.

He didn't know how long this emptiness in his heart would last, and he, it seems, wanted to escape from such emptiness even more.

*

Le Yao's tears fell on the test sheet, her hands trembled slightly, and her reddish eyes were full of tears.

Fortunately.

Fortunately.

Luckily, it's just pneumonia.

"The doctor said that Uncle Le would be discharged from the hospital in two days," Minghao sat next to her, handing her a tissue.

"Senior, thank you. Le Yao wiped the tears that slipped down her cheeks, she cried with joy, in just one day, things took a turn for the worse, and her heart rose from the bottom to the starting point.

Ming Hao was stunned, a little sneering: "Thank me for what to do? I'm not a doctor?" Looking at her fair and thin face, his heart hurt slightly, he wanted to make the atmosphere relaxed: "Don't cry, let Uncle Le see it later, I thought I was bullying you." ”

"Anyway, thank you, thank you for helping me take care of my dad, and thank you for the good news for me. Le Yao folded the test sheet and put it in her pocket, her eyes slightly red from crying. At this time, her whole person became much more relaxed, yes, the diagnosis of her father's condition made the load in her heart extremely light and light.

It's just that he took two days off, and when Le Yao walked into the lattice room of Times Ginza again, he suddenly felt out of place.

In the position that originally belonged to her, Zhang Jingyu was sitting and busy dealing with work, and in the cubicle, everyone was busy, and it seemed that the familiar faces were passing by her, with only a hurried and hasty habitual smile.

Because of the autumn new clothing launch conference, Ye Hui, who had always been idle, was also very busy, except for chatting with Le Yao a few words in the morning, she was nowhere to be seen.

Sometimes, idleness makes people even more restless.

Especially, especially at times like these.

*

Zuo Youqing, who was wearing a blue professional uniform, stood in the cubicle, tall and tall, she raised her chin slightly and looked at it, but as far as her eyes could see, she didn't see Zhang Jingyu.

It seems that the crazy tiredness of last night's madness in the bar was not revealed on her face, she pursed her lips in displeasure, and dialed Zhang Jingyu's mobile phone, but the mobile phone came: "The user you dialed cannot be reached for the time being, please dial again later." She was very annoyed, but time didn't allow her to think about it anymore, she said coldly to Le Yao: "In five minutes, a department coordination meeting will be held on the sixteenth floor, and you will go and take notes." Thinking of Wen Yunting's teasing last night, her disgust for Le Yao increased by another point.

There was something to do all of a sudden, which made Le Yao, who was restless, suddenly come to her senses, and she didn't think much about Zuo Youqing's attitude, but hurriedly took the shorthand book and followed Zuo Youqing to the stairs.

Prior to this, Le Yao would participate in and record the weekly coordination meeting of various departments, and afterwards the meeting minutes would be made into a document and distributed, and the most important excerpts would be archived.

With the arrival of the heads of various departments, the meeting also began.

The index finger and middle finger of her right hand were stabbed by the slag of the kettle in the hospital, and she is still tied with a band-aid, and the wound is exactly in the position where she holds the pen, every time she writes a word, the wound hurts, even if it hurts, but she still listens carefully to everyone's speeches, and tries her best to record everything, and with the continuous recording, the pain between her fingers is becoming more and more frustrating, more and more obvious, and even, when the words are written quickly, she will feel the pain of drilling.

"Mr. Wen?" Lou Mo's voice was modest and flattering, and he was serious on the surface, but at this time, his chubby face was full of smiles.

Zuo Youqing's graceful sitting posture on her side completely covered Le Yao's slender figure, but at this time, Le Yao lowered her eyes and didn't look at Wen Yunting who suddenly appeared in the conference room, knowing that with Wen's family, she couldn't avoid anything forever, but she chose to be silent and dodge.

Wen Yunting's thin lips pursed lightly, and he spoke lightly and indifferently to Lou Mo and the other department heads, and his deep eyes looked at the people in the conference room with an inaccessible distance.

Professional habits made Le Yao not ignore every word Wen Yunting said, but his voice echoed in her head, and then collided with the gentle voice in her memory...... In her heart, there seemed to be something broken, and it hurt slightly.

Wen Yunting picked up Le Yao's shorthand book without warning, and the red color on it made him a little frightened, and his eyes fell on Le Yao's low-hanging silent face, but after only a slight glance, he put the shorthand book in front of Le Yao again, and indifferently ordered: "After the meeting, send me a copy of the meeting minutes." ”

This is the end of a short episode, and the meeting continues, and every week, there will be a departmental coordination meeting, but it seems that there are still unnatural contradictions and conflicts between the various departments. A meeting was held, and most of the arguments and justifications between the two sides were made.

Until the meeting ended, Le Yao was hesitant and contradictory, when she thought that he wanted to read the meeting minutes, she felt nervous, she was a little afraid, but she couldn't tell what she was afraid of.

After printing out the meeting minutes, let Zhang Jingyu send a copy to Mr. Wen. After returning to the cubicle, Zuo Youqing proudly crossed Le Yao and coldly dropped this sentence.

However, it was this sentence that relieved Le Yao's heavy burden, made her heart settle down a little, and endured the pain in her fingertips, she printed out the meeting minutes and bound them as quickly as possible.

When Zhang Jingyu's figure disappeared outside the glass door between the lattices, Le Yao breathed a sigh of relief.

After a while, Zhang Jingyu came back with an annoyed face, she was originally round, she became angry, and the whole person looked even more dull, she threw the folder in her hand on the desk: "Mr. Wen will let you go." ”

Le Yao was taken aback: "Why?" Wen Yunting wants to see her? She was a little apprehensive in her heart, and more uneasy.

Zhang Jingyu snorted and said unhappily, "How do I know?" as she spoke, turned sideways and ignored her.

Her words made Le Yao stunned for a while.

"Aren't you going up soon?" Zhang Jingyu saw that she was still sitting on the side, annoyed with a face, just on the eighteenth floor, Wen Yunting's assistant He Haotian looked at her with the meeting minutes, and then asked her a few questions, but because she did not participate in the meeting, she answered squeakily, and finally had to say that she did not record it herself.

Then, He Haotian said solemnly to let the person who really made the record go up. Now, seeing that Le Yao didn't go, she was also a little worried, afraid that He Haotian would question herself afterwards. And she wondered if there was something wrong with the minutes, and she had just been transferred to the Administration Department, and she didn't want to be returned to the Secretariat for any mistakes.

Le Yao pursed her lips and lowered her eyes, and under Zhang Jingyu's constant urging, she was apprehensive and walked to the eighteenth floor.

"Did you make a record?" He Haotian looked at the slender Le Yao and lifted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, he had seen her a few times in the staff restaurant, and he had some impression of her slender and quiet figure, but he had never talked to her.

"Yes. Le Yao was a little apprehensive, her apprehension was not because of He Haotian's question, nor was she worried about whether she would be wrong, but she was afraid of seeing Wen Yunting, she was afraid, she was afraid that she would leak her heart if she was not careful.

"Did you also write the manuscript of the gardener's world?" Looking at her beautiful eyes, He Haotian smiled faintly, he likes quiet girls, in fact, inadvertently, he has been observing her for a while, before he went to the conference room with Wen Yunting, and when he saw her sitting behind the delicate Zuo Youqing like an ostrich with her head down, he had an urge to protect her.

"Yes. Le Yao replied.

"I've seen the gardener's world, and your writing is good. He Haotian put the minutes of the meeting on his desk.

"Thank you. Le Yao replied absentmindedly, she had been here for nearly ten minutes, why, Wen Yunting hadn't appeared yet?

He Haotian also felt strange, why did Mr. Wen have to read the minutes of the departmental coordination meeting? Moreover, he asked someone to send a special copy. However, according to his speculation, Mr. Wen had just arrived at the company and wanted to have a comprehensive understanding of the company's situation, so there should be nothing else, so he didn't think about letting her go in to see Mr. Wen: "You go back first, I will send the meeting minutes to Mr. Wen later, and I will look for you if you have any questions." ”

His words made Le Yao suddenly feel a lot more relaxed, her slightly tight eyebrows were a little relaxed, she pursed her lips and smiled lightly: "Thank you, Assistant He." It turned out that she was nervous for nothing.

"What's wrong with your hand?" He Haotian found the band-aids on her right index and middle fingers, and there was still faint bloodshot.

Le Yao hid her hand behind her, and the pain before was nothing compared to the ease at the moment: "It's okay, I was accidentally stabbed." ”

When she walked out of the access control system on the eighteenth floor, the depression in her heart was finally relieved, and she let out a long breath, stroking her chest with her hands, fortunately...... Thankfully, he wasn't there. There was a burst of relief in her heart, and this relief resolved her gloomy mood for many days.

Wen Yunting stopped behind the tall and wealthy bamboo, and a surprise that had never risen before rose in his eyes, and a strange feeling rose in his heart.

Just now, he just happened to hear the conversation between He Haotian and Le Yao, but it was enough to shock him to forget everything.

Because......

The voice of the slender woman was eerily similar to that of his dumbfounded, the little fool.