"I called Zhou Le, why didn't he answer it?" He didn't reply to a message on MSN," Ye Hui sat in the cubicle, playing with a pen in his hand, "Le Yao, you help me tell me and ask him to call me back." ”

Entrusted with it, Le Yao came to Zhou Le's office, "Ye Hui said that no one answered your phone." ”

"My phone is broken, take it to fix it," Zhou Le heard Ye Hui's name, and a glimmer of brilliance flashed in his eyes, "Is she looking for me?"

"She asked you to call her back. Le Yao said.

"Give me her number. Zhou Le said that his mobile phone was broken, and all the information in the address book was gone.

Le Yao opened the address book on her mobile phone, and Zhou Le came to her side, silently remembering Ye Hui's phone number.

At this time, Feng Mei and her colleagues happened to pass by and saw them side by side, like that, it seemed to be very close. Feng Mei snorted and mouthed at her colleague Nunu beside her.

After returning to the ticket room, Feng Mei was depressed, but she was jealous and envious, originally she just spread rumors about the scandal between Le Yao and Zhou Le, but the scene she saw just now, she thought that they were really together, for a while, she was a little sour, thinking that she couldn't be arrogant in front of her in the future, and her heart was angry.

At this moment, Le Yao came back, Feng Mei looked at her, snorted, and her eyes were a little cold. Su Rili was like this, so Le Yao didn't care, she put her phone in the drawer and went to the pantry.

Seeing Le Yao leaving, Feng Mei immediately took out Le Yao's mobile phone from the drawer, she stored some malice, and wanted to find Le Yao and Zhou Le's ambiguous text messages, so as to satisfy her long-tongued gossip psychology.

turned out to be very disappointed, because Le Yao's text messages did not contain anything other than checking phone bills and some spam text messages, and even Zhou Le's phone number was not in the call records. Feng Mei pursed her lips, and suddenly, Le Yao's mobile phone rang, and a call came in.

As if a thief was weak-hearted, she was nervous, the mobile phone fell to the ground, she was in a hurry, and when she leaned over to pick it up, Le Yao happened to come back from the pantry, she was embarrassed and her face was red, and she said: "Le Yao, what's the matter with you, I don't know if the phone fell on the ground, I don't know if I picked it up, and I don't know if it was broken." ”

Le Yao took the phone and found that the screen was black, so she pressed the power button, and soon, the phone turned on again, "It's okay, it can still be used." Sister Feng, thank you. She remembers that she had put her phone in a drawer before she went out, how could it have fallen to the floor?

*

Ye Hui asked Zhou Le and Le Yao to eat a warm pot at home.

"Happy Christmas Eve!" Ye Hui filled everyone with a glass of wine. The cups collide, the glass makes a crisp sound, and the heat curls in the warm pot, and the atmosphere is lively. Zhou Le looked at Ye Hui with a smile in his eyes.

And although Le Yao also smiled, she was a little indifferent in her heart. Tonight is Christmas Eve, Wen Yunting should be spending it with Song Siyu, thinking of this, her heart was full of astringency. Her cell phone was on her left, but it was quiet without a single ring.

"Ye Hui, I've read the magazines made by your company, and the layout you designed is really good. Zhou Le said.

Ye Hui was very happy and smiled, "Of course the design I designed is good!"

"She's never had faith in herself. Le Yao echoed.

"Those interviews are well written. In the whole magazine, it is outstanding. Zhou Le said again.

"Guess, who wrote that manuscript?" Ye Hui raised his eyebrows slightly.

"She's it. Zhou Le looked at Le Yao.

Le Yao smiled lightly: "How do you know?"

"It's signed. Zhou Le said.

Le Yao smiled dumbly.

Ye Hui was very happy, and kept giving Zhou Le vegetables, "Eat more." ”

Her enthusiasm made Zhou Le feel good, "Thank you." ”

"Why don't you bring your girlfriend with you? Ye Hui pointed to the table full of dishes: "There are so many dishes, just the three of us, where can we finish eating?"

"I don't have a girlfriend. Zhou Le looked at her.

Ye Hui has always been very arrogant, and she didn't care about Zhou Le's eyes looking at her, but put her hand on Le Yao's shoulder: "Our Le Yao is also single." Beautiful, good writing, should be quiet and ......"

Her words choked Le Yao a lot, her face turned red, and she looked at her with a frown, "What do you say?"

Zhou Le raised his eyebrows lightly, his face was a little embarrassed.

"Just kidding, look at you like this. Ye Hui snorted disapplausively.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little cold, Ye Hui found another topic and said, "I'll tell you a good news, my design has been adopted." ”

"What design?" asked Le Yao.

"Do you remember Mr. Wen?" Ye Hui asked, raising his eyebrows.

Le Yao was slightly stunned, and the thick thoughts accumulated in her heart were awakened by Ye Hui.

"It's the young vice president of Times Ginza, Wen Yunting. The coolest, most handsome and coldest diamond king in our company. Ye Hui thought that Le Yao didn't remember, and reminded: "When you first joined the marketing department, didn't you go to his office every day to explain the report?

Le Yao's heartbeat was a little anxious, and she said weakly, "It's him, what's wrong?"

"He's getting married, and the date has been set," Ye Hui's words carried a little envy and irrepressible happiness: "Tomorrow the newspaper will publish their marriage news, and at that time, the LOGO of the Wen and Song marriages I designed will also be published." A week ago, the planning department issued a solicitation for the LOGO of the marriage between Wen and Song, and Ye Hui also participated, and she never expected that her design would be adopted.

Le Yao's brain was blank, her hands trembled, the chopsticks fell to the ground, she hurriedly leaned over to pick it up, but accidentally knocked over the wine glass, she was in a hurry...... Thinking that he was going to marry Song Siyu, her eyes were sour. Afraid that they would find out about her strange appearance, Le Yao picked up chopsticks and wine glasses, and hurriedly lowered her head and walked to the kitchen.

You can't cry!

But as soon as she entered the kitchen, her tears flooded and she couldn't wipe them off no matter what.

She leaned aggrievedly on the counter, but her heart seemed to have been stabbed hard, and it hurt so much that she couldn't breathe.

Finally, they are really getting married.

Heart, pain spreads.

Seeing that Le Yao hadn't come out for a long time, Ye Hui followed, "Le Yao," when she saw Le Yao burst into tears, she was surprised: "What's wrong with you?"

"Something got in my eyes. Le Yao tilted her head and didn't let her look. There are some things, some words, but there is no way to talk about them.

Ye Hui's eyebrows tightened, and she looked at her with doubts, but thinking that Zhou Le was still in the dining room, she couldn't ask more: "...... It's okay!"

"I'm fine. ”

Later, Le Yao walked out with red eyes, she didn't say a word, she didn't eat food, she just drank wine, glass after glass, trying to use wine to numb her nerves, but she found that her heart was getting more and more painful.

Later, Zhou Le said goodbye and left, Le Yao helped clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and when no one else was around, Ye Hui was not ambiguous, and asked, "What happened to you just now?"

"Nothing. Blindfolded, Le Yao walked into the kitchen with the dishes, and with a bang, the dishes fell into the washing basin, she turned on the faucet and began to rinse.

"It's cold water. Ye Hui shouted in a low voice, quickly turned the faucet in the direction, the water heater ignited with a bang, and soon, the hot water came out.

Le Yao lowered her head and washed the dishes.

"You go to the living room to rest, I'll wash. Seeing that she had drunk too much, looking drunk and hazy but recklessly washing the dishes, Ye Hui was distressed, pulled her away, and pressed her on the sofa.

When Ye Hui cleaned up the kitchen, she found Le Yao lying on the sofa, she walked over and wanted to help her up, but saw that she had already burst into tears.

"Le Yao, what's wrong with you?"

But no matter how Ye Hui asked, Le Yao just cried and was silent.

*

Christmas Day, which happened to be Saturday.

Le Yao didn't go home last night, she squeezed a bed with Ye Hui, and when she woke up, it was already close to noon.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and she was shocked to realize her drunken gaffe when she thought back to last night. She walked out of the room, but saw Ye Hui sitting in front of the computer, and she asked, "Did you still take your job home to do it on the weekend?"

Ye Hui didn't look back, and said with great interest, "I'm designing the invitation for Mr. Wen's wedding banquet." ”

Le Yao was stunned and frowned.

didn't hear her speak, Ye Hui turned around, and when she saw Le Yao's appearance, she was a little distressed, and joked, "Look at you, you have a sad face, your eyes are red and swollen, you go out like this, people who don't know still think you have been abandoned." ”

Le Yao's heart tightened, and it was extremely bitter. The day he was married was the time when she was separated from him forever.

"Here, try to put ice on your eyes. Ye Hui took out the ice from the refrigerator, "This will reduce the swelling." ”

The cold ice touched Le Yao's eyes, and she shuddered.

"Tell me, so decent, why are you crying?" Ye Hui was worried about Le Yao, but she was drunk last night, no matter how she asked, she just cried and didn't say anything.

Le Yao's voice was a little hoarse: "After drinking, I feel very uncomfortable when I think of some unhappy things in the past." Wen Yunting was filled with all her thoughts at the moment...... How did she tell Ye Hui that she had already fallen into other people's love and couldn't extricate herself.

"You didn't lie to me?" Ye Hui asked.

"What are you lying to you for?" said Le Yao.

Ye Hui laughed: "We are good friends, I know you, otherwise, I would have thought that you cried sadly when you heard that Mr. Wen was going to get married." ”

Le Yao's heart trembled slightly, the cold suddenly tightened, her voice trembled, and she said duplicitously: "You think too much." ”

"Huh. Ye Hui joked again: "Actually, the person who should cry should be me," she said: "I am the one who worships him, likes him, and admires him." When he got married, he blocked all my hopes," her hand, not afraid of the cold, held the ice and continued to apply it to Le Yao.

Le Yao was saddened and fell into silence again.

After applying it for a while, Ye Hui looked at her, "Although her eyes are still a little swollen, they are much better than before." ”

"Really?" Le Yao touched his eyes that were already numb from cold, and his vision was a little chaotic.

"I'll never dare you drink again. Ye Hui breathed a sigh of relief, last night, Le Yao's tears really scared her.

"I'm sorry," Le Yao said, now that she thought about it, she really lost her temper last night.

"As long as you're okay. Ye Hui said and handed her a glass of milk: "Come and drink a cup of hot milk to warm your stomach." ”

Le Yao saw the newspaper next to the computer desk, and a photo of Wen Yunting and Song Siyu appeared on it, the tight strings in her heart suddenly seemed to be cut by something, desolate, her eyes seemed to be pierced by something, and her vision became more and more confused.

"Talented and beautiful, they are really compatible. Ye Hui said.

"When is the wedding date?" Le Yao's heart became colder and colder, and her tears had dried up last night.

"April 23, there are still more than four months," Ye Hui raised his head and thought: "If you prepare, in terms of time, it shouldn't be very rushed." ”

Le Yao was so distressed that she couldn't breathe, and she and him had only been around for more than four months.

"Look, this is the logo I designed. Ye Hui excitedly pointed to the LOGO on the upper right side of their group photo, and asked expectantly: "How is it?"

"It's good. Le Yao said.

"Le Yao, come and see the invitation I designed," Ye Hui pulled Le Yao to look at the computer screen expectantly, "What do you think?"

"Good. Le Yao was stunned.

Ye Hui said with anticipation: "I really hope that it will be adopted by then." She hugged Le Yao: "Come on for me, Le Yao." ”

*

Wen Yunting stood in front of the window, the house was as warm as spring, but the outside was snowy.

Today is Christmas Eve, through the glass, Wen Yunting looked at the servants outside the window busy arranging, and the festive atmosphere in the Song Mansion was very strong.

He had called Le Yao many times in a row, but it was always a dazed sound and he couldn't get through. What's going on, how could her phone not get through?

In the afternoon, he dialed her mobile phone, and the phone rang twice before suddenly hanging up. Wouldn't she be willing to answer his call?

It's been half a month since he came to New York, except for that day when he went to the ski resort with Song Siyu, the rest of the time he spent in a busy and anxious state. This time in New York, it was just a Hongmen banquet.

Wen Xiaocheng wanted to invest in a foreign-funded bank, and through Song Siyu's father Song Zhenghong, although the matter had a little eyebrows, it was not completely settled. Wen Yunting understood that this was Song Zhenghong using this matter as a bargaining chip, wanting Wen Song to marry as soon as possible.

Wen Yunting was irritable, and dialed Le Yao's mobile phone again, but it was still a blank sound.

"What makes us Wen Shao frown?" Song Siyu was wearing a gray shirt and trousers, with a long bead chain hanging around her neck, and her short hair was obedient to her ears.

Wen Yunting looked at her, raised his eyebrows slightly, and put his phone on the coffee table.

Song Siyu walked over with a low smile, "What, do you regret agreeing to the marriage?" Her gaze fell on him with a slight ambiguity, and she said half-seriously and half-jokingly: "If you want to regret it now, it's too late." ”

"Who said I should regret it?" Wen Yunting looked at her, with a hint of calmness in his eyes: "However, don't forget what you promised me." ”

Song Siyu's hand fell on his shoulder, raised his head slightly to look at him, and smiled lightly: "It turns out that I, the proud daughter of the Song Kingdom, is only so ...... in your eyes."

Wen Yunting pushed her away indifferently, as far as his eyes could see, the snow was vast, and he took out the cigarette case irritably, but immediately, it was taken away by Song Qingyu.

"No smoking. She said with a coquettish and domineering attitude: "This place is full of wooden buildings, and fireworks are strictly prohibited." ”

Wen Yunting looked at her indifferently and gave her a look that matter.

"Hey, Wen Yunting, you can figure it out, this is my property, one of my dowries, if it is ruined, you will suffer in the end. Song Siyu said with a smile.

"Do you still care about this house?"

Song Siyu smiled: "Everything that is mine, I care," she looked at him, and said with a slight raised eyebrows, "Including you." ”

Wen Yunting said coldly, "I'm not yours." But in the bottom of my heart, there was a stubborn little woman with beautiful and apricot eyes, what was she doing, why couldn't the phone get through?

"Yun Ting, what kind of attitude do you have?" Si Yu shouted unhappily, "Cooperate with me, can't you satisfy my vanity? I'm also your wife who is about to pass through the door." ”

The word "wife" was too unfamiliar to Wen Yunting. But he thought of the quiet little woman, he had been away from her for too long, and his thoughts were overflowing.

Siyu looked at him: "Don't forget, our wedding date will be officially announced tonight, and there will be many guests, don't let me not get off the stage." "This Wen Yunting, it's good, it's good, but it's too cold. It's so cold that it won't give anyone face.

"I've got my own measure. Wen Yunting leaned in front of the window, but his expression was so indifferent that he didn't look like someone who was going to get married. Le Yao's appearance came to his mind, and he was a little apprehensive, now the news of his marriage had been transmitted back to Wen's, and it would be published in the newspaper of Z City on Christmas Day. What would the stubborn little woman do when she saw it? Will she be sad? Thinking about this, his chest was stuffy and a little uncomfortable.

Song Siyu instructed: "You have to remember that during the banquet in the evening, the elders should not refuse anything, you know?"

"I know. Wen Yunting's face was expressionless, that little woman should be unhappy...... I guess I'll be angry...... "Since I agreed, I'll cooperate with everything." But he was also angry with her, it had been half a month, and she didn't even take the initiative to call him.

Song Siyu sat on the sofa, bored with his mobile phone, and when she found out that he had called Le Yao many times, she was quite surprised and said, "Heh, I forgot Yaoyao, by the way, did you tell her that we were going to get married?"

Wen Yunting was slightly stunned, his face was cold, he ...... I can't say it.

"I know you didn't say it. Song Siyu snorted, and then called Le Yao's mobile phone, but there was a blank sound on the other end of the phone, "Why can't her mobile phone get through?"

Wen Yunting frowned slightly, but did not speak.

"Let Yaoyao be my bridesmaid, okay?" Song Siyu said happily with the corners of her lips slightly raised.

"Okay. Wen Yunting's eyebrows tightened.

"Best man," Song Siyu thought about it again, "just let Yaoyao's senior do it." They are a good match, hehe, when I go back in a while, I must find a way to match them. ”

"You don't have to worry about Yaoyao's affairs. Wen Yunting snorted unhappily, he couldn't tolerate pairing Le Yao with other men, even if it was just Song Siyu's casual talk.

"You, who are a brother, don't care about it?" Song Siyu accused: "Otherwise, Yaoyao will be brought over." If she comes, I'll have company. She looked at Nuoda's house: "I don't have to bear the bombardment of my parents every day." Saying that, she asked, "Yunting, you won't blame me......

"What?"

"Blame my dad for using the affairs of foreign banks to put pressure on you?" Song Siyu looked up at him, looking at his perfect but cold face.

"If it weren't for the bank, I would have agreed to marry you. He said, just not in such a hurry, not in such a hurry.

"Thank you, Yunting. Song Siyu raised his head and smiled, stretched out his hand, and hugged his neck: "I knew that you would not lose your trust to me." ”

At this time, Song Zhenghong and Wen Xiaocheng happened to pass by the door, and when they saw the little couple talking with their arms and kisses, Song's father was very happy: "Let's go over there." ”

Because of the agreement to the marriage, Wen's shareholding in a foreign-funded bank went smoothly, and the stone in Wen Xiaocheng's heart also fell to the ground.

In the corridor of the Song house.

Song Zhenghong said: "I should also retire, and after they get married for a year, I will transfer all the property to Siyu's name," he is nearly sixty, but there is only one daughter under his knees, Song Siyu, who has been pampered and loved since childhood, but the most headache is her marriage. He and Wen Xiaocheng knew each other in their early years, and later Wen Yunting lived in the Song family when he was studying abroad, so in the eyes of his father, they became a couple, and he himself was very happy to like Yunting.

Wen Xiaocheng was very surprised by Song Zhenghong's decision, but thinking about it, this marriage, in fact, Wen and Yun Ting did not suffer a loss, first, the Song family can help the Wen family expand business opportunities in other fields, and secondly, Siyu is an only daughter, and sooner or later the entire Song family will be hers, this kind of situation of both people and money should be happy to be achieved.

That night, at the Christmas Eve party held at the Song Mansion, when Song Zhenghong announced the marriage and wedding date of Wen and Song, the audience was boiling.

Wen Yunting and Song Siyu danced the first opening dance, and each other's tall figures and tacit dance steps were exchanged for bursts of warm cheers and applause.

This marriage is a strong combination, from the outside, the men and women are good-looking, and they are quite harmonious. Internally, this marriage, Wen's is about to successfully intervene in the financial world through Song's relationship.

This marriage is a happy situation for all.

Towards the end of the first dance, Wen Yunting's hand went around, and Song Siyu's body rotated out in a parabolic arc, and after she spun back again, she snuggled in Wen Yunting's arms, thus bringing a curtain call.

Then, the Christmas Eve party came to a climax, and the guests danced one after another, and for a while, the dance floor was full of clothes and sideburns, and it was beautiful.

The two people, who were originally the focus, avoided everyone's eyes and came to the fully enclosed balcony, outside the glass, snowy, and warm as spring inside.

Song Siyu leaned against the railing, took a sip of wine, on the balcony, it was slightly dark, she whispered, "What are you thinking, absent-minded?"

Wen Yunting held the wine glass, elegantly put the glass into his lips, and said lightly: "It's nothing." Behind a thin curtain was a noisy party, in which handsome men and women hugged and danced in the middle of the dance floor, and the music made noise about this winter night.

"You've got something on your mind. Song Siyu said firmly, although he agreed to everything the elders said tonight, she could find that he was actually absent-minded.

"You're asking too much. His tone was slightly cold.

"Who made me your fiancée?" I don't care who cares about your affairs?" Song Siyu was not happy because of the indifference in his words, but posted it over: "Don't forget, we are a loving couple." ”

In the dim light, Wen Yunting looked at her as if she was smiling, and suddenly shook his head lightly: "This game is not fun at all." ”

"Do you regret it?" Song Siyu raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Sort of. Wen Yunting drank all the wine in the cup, and the cold wine entered his throat, and there was a hot feeling.

"No!" she tugged at his arm in surprise and pulled him unsnuggly: "Wen Yunting, you can't scare me." ”

Wen Yunting sneered: "Am I that kind of person?" The atmosphere tonight was very warm, and Song Siyu in front of him was very beautiful, but in his mind, what he was thinking about was the little woman who was far away in Z City.

Song Siyu breathed a sigh of relief, "Yunting, I promise, I will be very good to you, so you are not allowed to scare me so much in the future." She rested her head on his shoulder.

Wen Yunting was distracted, thinking of Le Yao, the little woman with a sharp appearance, but very quiet in his arms at night, she should know about his marriage, but he didn't want to let go of her hand at all. I miss her, I think of her stubborn appearance, I think of her soft body, I think of everything about her. His eyebrows tightened, and he dialed her phone again, but the result was still blank.

"It's so late, who are you calling?" Song Siyu looked up from his shoulder, but unexpectedly, he had just turned off the screen of his mobile phone.

"I went back to my room. Wen Yunting pushed her away without a trace.

"The party isn't over yet, how can you go?" Song Siyu pulled him.

Wen Yunting raised his eyebrows slightly, pushed her away, and handed her the wine glass in his hand, and then in her gaze, along the direction of the balcony, avoiding the noisy crowd, returned to the room where he temporarily lived in the Song Mansion.

The soundproofing of Song's house is very good, and in his room, the noise on the party side can hardly be heard.

All is at peace.

couldn't contact her, and I didn't know her attitude at this time, which made Wen Yunting slightly annoyed and a little annoyed. He was worried about her, worried that she would know about his marriage, and even more worried that she would ...... Saddened.

Will she be sad?

Wen Yunting wasn't sure.

But her phone still doesn't work.

Then he turned on his computer and logged on to MSN with a glimmer of hope, but her profile picture was gray.

She's not online.

After a moment of hesitation, Wen Yunting double-clicked her avatar, and a dialog box appeared, his fingers falling on the keyboard, but he never typed out a word.

Because he didn't know what to tell her?

His heart was in a struggle.

After a long time, finally, he sent a few words "Merry Christmas". After hitting enter, his heart began to look forward to her response.

Suddenly, her avatar began to flicker, and Wen Yunting's heart, full of vitality, clicked on her avatar.