There was silence in the room. Wen Qingshui was still standing in the aisle, looking at the door where Lin Ying left. Is she persuading Lin Ying or persuading herself. But is there a way back? There are too many challenges to face, is there still a glimmer of hope? Is it worth her try? Is there really hope? Do you still have to work for that humble hope?

Song Xijun looked at the demented Wen Qingshui, and thought of the various reactions she saw her ex-husband in the coffee shop that day. Song Xijun knew what Wen Qingshui was thinking in her heart? She said that sentence to Lin Ying, why didn't she say it to herself! She still had the idea of remarrying? Or was that love too strong, so she couldn't let it go?

Song Xijun looked at this woman uncertainly, and also saw the person named Gao Yi walking down from the podium and walking towards Wen Qingshui. I didn't know what to think, Song Xijun stood up and pulled Wen Qingshui back to his seat.

Wen Qingshui looked like he had lost his heart, and he didn't know what he was doing at all. Someone pulled her, and she followed. Let her sit, and she sit. I don't know what I'm doing.

Gao Yi saw Wen Qingshui being pulled down by a man from a distance, and there was no place next to him, so he sat down in his original position and looked back at Wen Qingshui from time to time.

Until the end of the design ceremony, everyone left the venue one after another. Wen Qingshui was still sitting stunned.

"Let's go, send you back!" Song Xijun glanced at Wen Qingshui and said lightly.

"Hmm!" replied Wen Qingshui without any waves.

"Qingshui, let's go back!" Gao Yi also walked over.

"Hmm!" Wen Qingshui replied again.

Tang Bowen was stunned.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"What?"

Wen Qingshui finally came back to his senses. At this time, several people had already arrived in the hall on the first floor. Wen Qingshui's mobile phone rang. She subconsciously pressed the answer button.

"Qingshui, where is it?"

"Qinglan?"

Wen Qingshui, who had just returned to Muna, collapsed instantly, and with a crying voice, he suddenly startled the three men. The three of them pulled Wen Qingshui to the rest area next to him and sat at a loss.

"Don't cry, don't cry, where are you? I'll pick you up. ”

An eager voice came from the phone. The sound is nice and penetrating. It was actually able to reach the ears of three people in the throat of Wen Qingshui, when the nerves of the three people were tense. But Wen Qingshui only cried, and she couldn't tell the address here.

"45 Touwen Street!"

Song Xijun said into the phone. Soon there was a different person on the phone, and he kept chattering with Wen Qingshui. Wen Qingshui didn't speak, just held his mobile phone and cried in the sofa.

The waiting time was really difficult, and in just half an hour, the three big men felt as if a century had passed. Wen Qingshui also choked for half an hour. The three big men didn't know how to comfort them at all.

"Xiao Shui?"

A nice voice came, and two girls came in outside. A tall and quiet, chubby and cute face. Both of them looked eagerly at the combination of the four of them.

The chubby girl rushed over directly and hugged Wen Qingshui. Wen Qingshui lay in her arms like a kitten.

The tall and quiet girl also came over and looked at the three big men.

"Thank you for taking care of Xiaoshui, you are all her friends! Rest assured, I'll contact you when she recovers. See you soon!"

After finishing speaking, the two of them pulled Wen Qingshui on the white car outside, and disappeared from the sight of the three people in an instant. The three of them didn't say a word from beginning to end, and they were still in shock, as if they were dreaming. The three women were also like a gust of wind, blowing over and away, leaving only Wen Qingshui's sadness in the air.

"What's going on? Why did she cry like that?"

Tang Bowen, who boasted of reading countless women, opened his mouth with a confused face.

Song Xijun had a gloomy face and didn't say a word. He guessed that Wen Qingshui was probably because of the divorce. Gao Yi was also stunned, not speaking or moving. He thought it was because of her father, after all, she had a breakdown last time. It's just that I didn't expect it to be more intense this time.

In fact, no one knows the bitterness of Wen Qingshui.

In the past few days, Song Xijun has been in a low pressure, and even the entire office is filled with cautious air.

"What's wrong? Still thinking about that crying little woman? Then let's make a call!"

Tang Bowen came in and looked at Song Xijun behind the desk. Song Xijun raised his head and stared at Tang Bowen seriously. For a while, Tang Bowen was a little hairy.

"What's the matter? Look at me like this, I'm the prey company you're targeting? You have a very penetrating look in your eyes, you know? Let me tell you, most of the companies you negotiated and won were scared by your eyes. Don't look at me like that!"

After listening to Tang Bowen, Song Xijun withdrew his gaze and got up to look out the window. His office was on the twentieth floor, with a view of a busy street intersection.

Chaotic streets, rushing cars. When the red light is on at the intersection, the cars coming from a distance go from chaos to an orderly and slow stop in front of the red light. Then start slowly when the green light comes on. In the end, it was chaos again. Cycle.

Song Xijun likes to watch this process, which can always calm his chaotic thoughts slowly. At the moment, he stood in front of the glass and looked out at the street. After a few traffic light exchanges, he calmed down.

"What do you think of that woman Wen Qingshui?"

"How's that?"

Song Xijun asked inexplicably, and Tang Bowen was at a loss.

"Do you think she's really temperamental, or is she disguised to appear in front of me?"

"You're worried about this? Are you really concerned? You're finally coming out of the blow?"

For so many years, it is rare for Song Xijun to take the initiative to talk about a woman, and Tang Bowen has rarely put away his cynical appearance.

"To be honest, I don't know much about her, I don't feel anything! It looks real, not like it's pretending! But I'm more interested in the two women who picked her up later. Why don't you take a closer look at Wen Qingshui, this woman. Then tell me about it too. ”

"You suggest I get to know her better?"

"She's really fake, as far as your eagle eyes will tell, just give you a little time. I think that while women who love vanity are as nasty as flies, you don't need to be beaten to death with a stick. It's better to kill a thousand by mistake than let one go, this set is a bit outdated. ”

Buzz –

"You're ringing, woman, what's that note?"

"Cao Cao!"

"Wen Qingshui? Ho! Are you just waiting for this call? If you want me to say, just let it be! Don't think so much. I'm leaving. ”

"Hey!"

Song Xijun answered the phone, Tang Bowen turned around and walked to the door, the corners of his mouth hooked.

"Still hard-mouthed? When I received a call, the whole person was different, and I was still entangled? Lie to the ghost!"

Tang Bowen muttered and walked out, but Song Xijun's attention was long gone.

Wen Qingshui's happy voice came, it was no longer the way he cried and cried that day, there was a lot of sunshine. It's like being in a library again.

"Xijun, are you free today?

"Sunday noon! In the evening, it's too late for you to go back. What do you want to eat?"

"I invite you, naturally, it depends on your preferences. What do you want to eat?"

"You're going to have to eat me?"

"Okay, you say!"

"Western food! I know it's expensive and delicious!"

"How expensive is it? Is my salary enough for a month?"

"Almost!"

"Okay, no problem, you give me the address and time! I'll be on time!"

"Good!"