"Miss Gu, it's here." Zhou Jian got out of the car and went around to open the door for Gu Qi'an, but she didn't seem to hear it when she was caught in some thought.

Jun Xiang was about to come back, and after Gu Qi'an learned the news, he was half happy and half worried. Her beloved brother is coming back, but she really doesn't want to look back at home. If Jun Xiang knew that he had moved out, would he blame himself?

Zhou Jian's eyebrows were tightly locked, when he went to pick up Gu Qi'an this morning, he saw that she was in a trance and was not in a state at all. Looking at the thermos box she was holding tightly in her arms, Zhou Jian began to worry about his boss inexplicably.

Can you cook a good breakfast in such a state? -- The answer is obviously no.

"Miss Gu, please get out of the car!" Zhou Jian raised his voice slightly.

"Oh! Thank you. When Gu Qi'an heard Zhou Jian's voice, he came back to his senses and got out of the car with the thermos box.

The president is still working in the study, and Miss Gu just puts the insulated box on the dining table. I still have something to do, so I'll trouble Miss Gu to take a taxi back later, and the fare company will reimburse me. ”

After Zhou Jian introduced Gu Qi'an into the room, he explained some things before leaving. Watching Zhou Jian leave, Gu Qi'an retracted his thoughts.

A pair of eyes that have lost their former luster look at the house, the furniture used and the layout of the living room are the same as those in the company. In the living room, the dark gray silk curtains hang down to the ground, blocking the warm sunlight outside the window, making this living room feel cold and lonely.

On the other side, there was a marble dining table that could seat eight people, but there was no trace of fireworks in the whole room, wouldn't he feel cold when he lived here?

Gu Qi twisted it with peace of mind, put the insulated box on the dining table, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and the morning sun shone in through the window, sprinkled on the ground, paving a golden wheat road.

Outside the window, a round of golden sun has long been hanging in the sky, below, are busy streets, such prosperity, can you stop the sadness of the end?

When Zhuang Tianling came out of the study, he saw a woman in an orange long-sleeved shirt and white leggings standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the sun shining on her body, but it couldn't hide the deep sadness emanating from her body. Such a back made him slightly distracted, was she sad for her boyfriend who disappeared?

Recently, he has been having the same dream repeatedly, in which there is always a girl wearing a white T-shirt with Ahri's head printed on it, bending over and saying to a young and handsome man, but who is very strange to him, "Hello, master"

So over and over again, but I can't see the appearance of a man and a woman in my dream.

But the girl in the dream, like the woman standing in front of the window now, has long black hair that is hard to forget.

Gu Qi'an heard the sound of the door opening behind him, so he turned around and saw Zhuang Tianling staring at him with a pensive look, a little embarrassed.

Zhuang Tianling retracted his gaze, walked towards the dining table, sat down elegantly forward, and began to eat breakfast, these actions were done in one go.

Gu Qi'an's originally somewhat melancholy mood was complicated by Zhuang Tianling's coherent movements, and three black lines appeared on his forehead, what kind of person is this Zhuang Tianling?

"Hmm, vomit ......" Zhuang Tianling covered his mouth and quickly got up and ran towards the bathroom, "Vomit ......" There were bursts of vomiting in the bathroom.

Gu Qi'an walked towards the dining table suspiciously, and saw Zhuang Tianling walking out of the bathroom with a dark face, staring at himself with slightly squinted eyes.

"What's wrong with you, President? Under the weather? Got a cold? ”

A series of questions were thrown at Zhuang Tianling.

This woman deliberately corrected herself, and pretended to care about herself, Zhuang Tianling felt that she was holding a breath in her heart, and she wanted to have a seizure but was suppressed by her seemingly innocent appearance.

"Are you sure this is the porridge you cooked?" Zhuang Tianling stretched out his hand with one hand, raised the other, and pointed his index finger to the insulated box on the table, and his cold tone sounded in this huge room.

It was as if the person who had just vomited in embarrassment was not him, but someone else.