When the wound begins to scab over slowly, it is quickly ripped off, and the bleeding from the wound that has not bled for a long time does not stop bleeding, but the pain is more painful than when it was first injured. "Qin Zhifarewell, let go." Lin Wei looked up at the handsome face that made her disheartened, and held back her tears. "Lin Bing, your expression betrayed you." The man lowered his head and approached her, and the smile on his lips was always there, "Lin Jiong, how have you been doing in the past 8 years?" Lin Wei sneered, stretched out his hand and pushed away the person in front of him: "Very good." Thanks to you. The girl clenched her fists and looked at the man who had been smiling, and no one knew her better than this man; No one loves this man more than herself, and the man in front of her is the doom of her life. Lin Bing never thought that he would come back, nor did he think that he would come back in this capacity, he has become more mature, and people are more impenetrable, and he is no longer the white-shirted boy he was 8 years ago. "Mr. Qin, if you didn't ask me to talk about the plan. Then I'll take my leave. Lin Bing tried to keep himself walking steadily, and his voice sounded behind him: "Lin Bing, we have just begun." “

The man watched the figure slowly disappear, his hands hanging weakly at his sides, but his black eyes were full of pain and powerlessness. He turned to look at the red BMW that had left downstairs. muttered softly: Lin Jiong, I'm back.

Li Barr looked at the crying girl in the passenger seat with some concern, but she didn't dare to ask anything. "Ba'er, Qin's farewell. It's Qin Zhibie, he's back. Lin Jian leaned back in his seat with his eyes closed, looking exhausted. Qin's Difference?! The woman looked at her in surprise, her eyes full of shock. Qin Zhibie is the behind-the-scenes boss of ZERO. Lin Bing rubbed his red and swollen eyes and laughed self-deprecatingly: "It turns out that he already knew that I was in KM, and he knew everything." "In the car, it was quiet, only the sound of two people breathing. No one spoke again, but sat motionless until nightfall.

On the 11th floor of the ZERO Building, a tall man stands by a floor-to-ceiling window, the ashtray on the table is full of cigarette butts, and the room is filled with smoke. The office door was pushed open, "Why don't you turn on the lights." Boss, how much are you pumping? The man turned on the light, saw the lonely figure and sighed softly: "You saw her today." Qin Zhibei extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, turned his head to look at the man standing at the door, and his dry lips lightly opened: "Miaozi, she hates me." "This man with short black and purple hair is called Miao Lang, a brother who shared weal and sorrow with him in Qin Zhibie's most difficult time, in France's 8 years, Miao Lang saw Qin Zhibie's miss of Lin Wei clearly, and finally understood how important the woman in the heart of a man who looked impersonal was to him. Miao Lang didn't know what it would be like to have a woman in his heart, he was not Qin Zhibi, he was the kind of person who had been lingering in the world of flowers, and those so-called feelings were meaningless to him. "Boss, I don't know why you left her in the first place." Miao Lang's handsome face was full of Yan sù: "I don't know why you have been thinking about a woman for 8 years, I asked you, but you didn't say it." I've seen you when you're at your worst, I've seen you when you're at your most glorious, but I never thought you'd look like that one day. A successful man, not like that. Qin Zhibei leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window and sneered: "Miaozi, I'm not successful at all." You haven't loved, you don't understand what kind of shame it is for a man to not even be able to protect his own woman. I'm rich and powerful now, but without her, my world would still be poor and white. Miao Lang didn't answer again, just took out a cigarette and lit it, and smoked quietly. Boss, can you sue me about love? Qin Zhibei half-squinted, and took out a slightly yellowed platinum cigarette case from the inside of his clothes: "This is what Lin Jiong gave me for my 18th birthday." Miao Lang's hand holding the cigarette paused, this cigarette case, since he met Qin Zhibie, he knew that he had been carrying it with him, and no one could touch it. When he was in the United States, he saw the cigarette case on Qin Zhibie's table, and he wanted to take a cigarette and smoke it, but he didn't expect Qin Zhibie to be in a hurry with him after seeing it, and from then on, Miao Lang knew that no one could touch this thing. Sometimes men's feelings are much more delicate than women's. "Baby, I'm moving." Lin Wei sat on the sofa and shouted towards the bar. "Are you sick, where is there such a cheap house for you to rent in a big city like Shenzhen now? Where are you going to move? Lai put down the red wine in her hand and ran over to sit next to her. Qin Zhibei is back, this house was rented by me and him. I don't want to stay here anymore. Lin Jiba played with her long hair hanging down, and she couldn't see what she was thinking. Lin Jiong, you are too hypocritical, why didn't you move out when Qin Zhibei left back then, and now that you're back, you move out again. I think you're a sullen type, you don't care about anything on the outside, and you don't know what you're thinking every day. Li Barr complained angrily, rolled her eyes, and picked up a magazine to read. Lin Wei raised his head, looked at his friend who was facing away from him, and smiled bitterly: Why didn't he move away in the first place? That's not because there is still a glimmer of hope, afraid that he won't be able to find himself when he comes back, but as a result, he has been gone for 8 years without news, who cares about himself.

"Erji, you should think about it yourself. You are already 28 years old, don't you don't admit that you haven't fallen in love for the past 8 years not to wait for Qin's farewell. Now that he's back, whether you give up or insist, you weigh it yourself. With that, she got up and went back to the bedroom and closed the door.

It's been 8 years, Lin Bing has been waiting for someone for 8 years. In the past 8 years, it's not that no one has chased her, it's that she hasn't responded coldly. Keeping herself very busy every day is just so that she doesn't have time to think of that person's existence, Li Baer has not mentioned a word of Qin Zhibei in 8 years, let alone her insistence. Now, Qin Zhibei is back. It's time for her to think about her wishful thinking, isn't she? A qiē is meaningless.