The layout inside is completely different from what Yi Xiaoshi imagined, it is very simple, on both sides of the wall, there are two sets of extended versions of wide black sofas, the sofa is in front of a set of coffee tables, opposite the door, is a huge floor-to-ceiling window, but there are curtains, the room should be bright, because the completely opaque curtains are blocked, it looks very dim, overhead, there is only an ambiguous yellow warm light and so quietly lit there, so that people can see the layout in the room.

"Boss, someone brought it."

After Beitang finished speaking, he withdrew without waiting for Du Yuheng to respond.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window opposite, the man behind the large desk sat in a leather chair, and because her back was to the door, her angle could only see the back of the backrest, the top of her head slightly exposed.

There are several large stacks of papers on the side of the desk, and in the middle is an ultra-thin laptop, which is being placed quietly with the screen in place at the moment, and his usual golden signature pen is placed next to the notebook, and the cap is buckled at the other end of the pen, which seems to have just been put down for a short time.

Yi Xiaoshi stood at the door, looked around, and determined that in this room, what she wanted to escape from was a dream.

Then she was startled by her own thoughts, and fled? Her first reaction when she saw him was that she still wanted to run away, but it was really useless.

Yi Xiaoshi wanted to say something, but her heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and she was so nervous that she couldn't even make a sound.

In the past few months of hiding in S City, she has never thought about meeting Du Yuheng, and she has never thought about it once.

She seems to have dug Du Yuheng out of her life very thoroughly, even she thinks so.

Now, she suddenly realized that it was not to dig out completely, but she just didn't dare to think about it, she couldn't think about it.

"Where did you get Xiaoqing, I want to see her."

The opening remarks of Yi Xiaoshi.

In response to her, it was just the sound of Wen Jiàn turning the page, which was particularly abrupt in the quiet room where the needle could be heard.

The words that she said after holding back for a long time were ignored like this, and she almost didn't have the courage to speak.

Timidity, mixed with other, indescribable pain that was buried deeply, made her breathing more and more disordered.

The man behind the chair, she had loved and hated violently, and in the end, it was all fake.

Fake, not this man, but herself.

She is like a play, using someone else's identity to shed her own tears.

Those tears, in the end, even she couldn't tell the truth from the fake. She wanted to see him again for the rest of her life.

But he appeared so suddenly.

Didn't give her the slightest time to prepare.

Du ...... Yu Heng"

She pursed her lips and spoke again, but she couldn't do it in one go like the first sentence.

Calling out the name, her voice choked.

Du Yuheng responded to her, still indifferently turning the page.

Yi Xiaoshi's last disguise collapsed in front of him.

Helpless and hopeless, embarrassed and sad, all kinds of emotions surged up because the person in front of him was Du Yuheng.

"What the hell do you want to do, what do you want?! I'll admit, I lied to you before, and I'm a liar. But that's not my will, you know?! If I could, I'd rather never meet you than be a stinky little beggar at the third street entrance! Even if you starve to death and be beaten to death, it's better than now! ”

She was aggrieved and devastated.

The man who had been sitting behind the chair, as stable as Mount Tai, was originally calm, as if whatever she said would not affect his feelings.

But when she said that she would rather starve to death as a beggar at the entrance of the third street than meet them, Wen Jiàn, who had turned two pages in her hand, was suddenly scratched out of folds by him and almost torn apart

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