An Ming said bitterly: "We have discussed this issue for a long time, if you really care about liking glory and want to live a good life together, you should let go of the unrealistic star-chasing life." ”

"I can't imagine what it would be like for a woman to talk about other men in front of her boyfriend every day! Because I can't accept it! Push yourself by others, how would you feel if Glory said good to other women in front of you every day?"

Lili frowned and pondered, this question An Ming had already mentioned, it was because she had been obsessed with it and wasted Glory's patience with her. After getting along for so long, she wouldn't be angry if she didn't like Glory!

"Ming, thank you!"

An Ming: "What's polite, it's just that you've been in a puzzle without knowing it!"

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After having lunch together, Zhao Tianqing sat alone in the office and processed the documents for a while before looking up at the tightly closed door, which he did five times today.

In the past, when he went to work, Li Ruijue would always have something to talk to him about and stab a few words, but he didn't come once today, which is strange.

In the chairman's room, the video call ended, Li Ruijue leaned on the chair and closed his eyes to recuperate, his mother had come back by plane, and such a busy life without freedom was finally coming to an end. Why is his heart heavy when he should be happy?

I thought everything through again and again last night, knowing that it was impossible, knowing that it was wrong, what else could I think about?

He and Zhao Tianqing can earn a high and low in other things, but in the matter of women, forget it! Although he had this mentality at the beginning, An Ming is not other women, he can't increase her troubles, he can't do it.

Time passes unhurriedly, forgetting oneself in busyness, there are tastes in life, bitter and sweet, summer has passed in a blink of an eye, and late autumn is coming.

The autumn wind is whisking, the fallen leaves are one after another, and the ground is full of red and yellow fallen leaves, dancing with the wind, a beautiful scenery. However, it is hard for the sanitation workers, no matter how you clean the fallen leaves at this time, you can't sweep them clean, and even when you just clean them, the fallen leaves will fall again.

In the villa, the roses gradually rest, and the osmanthus and chrysanthemums are magnificent. Today is rare to be idle, Zhao Tianqing took An Ming's hand and walked on the cobblestone path.

After raising it for a summer, An Ming finally gained weight, his skin was more shiny and moist, there was more smile in his phoenix eyes, he was wearing a gray knitted long skirt, and a white wide shawl was diagonally across his shoulders.

Zhao Tianqing was dressed in gray casual clothes, and the two walked silently. Needless to say, warm enough.

Osmanthus is planted nearby, cold and fragrant, floating over thousands of miles. The remnants of the lotus withered, and the lake of Qinglingling became more and more depressed and quiet. The mountain peaks in the distance are dyed, and the three colors of verdant, red and yellow are distinct, like a picture scroll, harmonious and beautiful poetry.

"An Ming, I'll accompany you what you want to do when you're free today!"

An Ming thought for a while and said, "Have you taken care of everything at work?"

Zhao Tianqing: "The recent follow-up projects are all carried out in an orderly manner, and there are no other special lists, just complete by the assistant." ”

An Ming: "I want to go back to my father's grave!"

Zhao Tianqing held An Ming's hand and increased his strength, as if he wanted to pass on the strength on his body to An Ming: "Okay, I'll go with you!"

Anjiadai's cemetery is located in the middle of the mountainside of the north field, to the foot of the mountain, Zhao Tianqing is carrying tribute, An Ming is holding a bunch of white chrysanthemums, stepping on the stone steps up, there is silence all around, only a few people in the farmland at the foot of the mountain are busy with the autumn harvest, and most of the fields in the world have already been cleaned up.

On the tombstone, An's father smiled kindly, and the folds on his face looked so cute, looking at the long-lost appearance of An's father, An Ming's tears rolled down like beads with broken threads.

Zhao Tianqing set up the sacrifices and silently accompanied An Ming. Time seems to pass very far, too far to grasp, and it seems to pass very slowly, and the memory is still fresh.

"Dad, I'm coming to see you, I'm doing well! He's Zhao Tianqing, let's come to see you together!"