Wen Yimo......

This familiar and incomparably clear name appears on the screen of the phone.

– "Slept."

I was stunned for a moment. Immediate reply: "Not yet." After sending it out. I hurriedly added: "I just washed my hair. Ready to sleep." It's still not appropriate to think about it. What if he comes to me for something. And add: "What's the matter?"

Soon received Wen Yimo's reply: "Hmm. Blow dry your hair first when it's cold."

I picked up the hair dryer and turned on the hot air on the highest setting. Buzzing in my ears. I can't help but think of a warm picture in my mind. I came out of the bathroom with a towel wiping my hair. Wen Yimo pulled me to the side of the bed and used a hair dryer to blow my hair. I still had short hair at the time. Wen Yimo is patient and caring. The slender and wide palms kept rubbing and combing my hair. The warm wind blows the scalp crispy**.

The past seems to be vivid. The smaller the thing, the more ordinary the sweetness, the more memorable it is for me. It's just that I've long since stopped having short hair. is no longer the original Liu Chenxi. One qiē has all changed. What was once a beautiful dream was nothing but a cloud of smoke. Deeply forgotten in the depths of my heart. No one wants to talk about that old time.

The sound of "ding dong" sounded again. Interrupted my thoughts.

– "Is it okay?"

I picked up my phone and replied, "Hmm."

The next thing is nothing more than a conversation about work. It seems that we have nothing to talk about other than this at the moment.

The clock on my phone is close to twelve o'clock. I tentatively asked, "Do you usually sleep late?"

"Can't sleep." Wen Yimo replied lightly. I can imagine how serious he is at work. He's a workaholic through and through. Once you get up at work, you don't eat, drink, sleep and forget to eat. No wonder so much weight has been lost.

I can't help but feel sorry for him." I must be tired from working late every day."

– "Almost. Tired is tired. But it's okay. Sometimes. Fatigue will make you forget jì miss. And forgetting jì is a kind of happiness."

I stared at Wen Yimo's reply and studied it for a long time. I want to see the meaning behind each word. But the more I think about it, the more confused it becomes.

Much later. I typed out "Yuanyuan. What's wrong with you guys. It can't be a quarrel.". I don't think it's appropriate. I have no right to intervene in any matter between them. I'm a sensitive storage myself, so I deleted, thought about it, and typed "What's wrong with you. Have you encountered something troublesome.".

Wen Yimo seems to be in some kind of predicament." There is a person. She always appears in my dreams. One closes his eyes. The whole world is full of her. I work hard. Very hard to expel this figure. Want to try to forget. But she couldn't get rid of it."

Reading between the lines reveals that he is in a very low mood at this time. I was even more sure in my heart that he was having trouble with Wang Yuan. No wonder Wang Yuan is not in City A these days. I heard Jiang Kexin say that he went to City C on a business trip.

"Can't forget. Then don't forget. Go find her." My eye sockets are moist. The phone screen is gradually becoming blurry. Wipe away tears. Added: "Although I don't know what misunderstanding happened to you. But I can feel that you still love her. So don't give up lightly."

It's been a long time. Wen Yimo didn't reply. I thought of many possibilities. Maybe he went to work. Maybe asleep. Maybe......

I waited silently for a long time. In the end, I fell asleep without waiting. I've woken up many times in the night. The phone also looked at it many times. But there is no information on WeChat. I knew he would reply......

Wake up early the next morning. Sure enough, I received a message from Wen Yimo. But it's just a simple sentence "It's late. I'm going to sleep. Good night". The time shows half past five in the morning.

My heart "chuckled". Is he busy until late at night every day?

It used to make sure I got enough sleep. Waiting outside the door for hours in the middle of the night and then buying breakfast for someone. It touches me and hurts at the same time.

In the past, he always thought about me in every way. Everything is for me. But they won't take care of themselves.

It's just that he never knew. I'm really good only if he's good.

"Mom. Don't forget to tell Uncle Sù Wen to watch me sing. Momoda. I'm going to school." Accompanied by strange ringtones. The screen quickly switches to caller ID.

I slapped my forehead speechlessly. An Ming actually secretly changed the bell while I was asleep.

"Hey." As soon as I connected the phone, I heard An Ming's joyful voice." Mom."

I sat on the bed scratching my hair. I have already calculated it in my heart. If he mentions it, he will be stupid. I yawned and asked, "What?"

An Ming grinned: "You didn't get up."

"Hmm." My mouth answers. In fact, he closed his eyes and collapsed on the bed.

"Don't forget ......"

Sure enough, knowing a son is like a mother. I guessed that Anming would mention this. A spiriter quickly sat up. Converge your smile. Cough twice first. Zhengse said: "Who wants you to change the ringtone of my mobile phone without permission."

There was instant silence on the other end of the phone.

One qiē is all in control. I smirked a sly look." Tell me the truth."

"I ...... I...... My uncle helped me change it." For a long time. An Ming said quietly and hesitantly. He immediately added, "I asked him to help me."

"That must have been his idea for you." The voice just fell. There was a urging voice from Wu's mother on the phone. I want An Ming to get off the bus and go to school quickly, and I'm almost late. I changed my mind. Don't pursue it. I didn't want to pursue him at all. It's just a matter of diversion. As things stand, I've succeeded. Hehe, he laughed twice." All right. Mommy teases you. Just go. Beware of being late."

"Good. Don't forget to go to Uncle Wen." Listen to An Ming's laughter. I can imagine his adorable smile at this time. There are two small dimples hanging from the corners of the mouth. Round face fat pout. Full of "collagen".

But. The words came out like a bolt from the blue. It's slashing at me. Split from head to toe. Find the area of my psychological shadow at this time.

But luckily, I was in a hurry. Hold your phone up high. An eight-decibel voice echoed through the large room: "Ahh What did you say. I can't hear you. It's too noisy over there." After saying that, hang up the phone.

Roll up the quilt and lie down to squint for a while. Such cold weather. It really takes perseverance to get out of bed.

"The bed. Let go of me. Let go of me. I'm going to work. I'm really going to get up and go to work." Another voice of resistance sued me." It should be too early. Sleep again. Just for a little while......"

Not long after I closed my eyes, the bell rang again. I "hey" with some impatience.

"Is it to the company?" The other party's voice is familiar. With a hint of inexplicable tenderness. Who is it? I can't remember it for a while. Because now I'm really, really sleepy.

I rolled over and put my phone to my ear. Put your hands under the covers. The eyes are still closed. The voice was so small that it was more like saying to himself, "No."

"Still in bed, isn't it?" The other party said with great certainty. Then he said calmly: "It's half past eight. You're sure you're not going to be late for work."

"What. Eight thirty. It's over, it's over." Compared to him, I'm not calm. Snap your eyes open. It's like I've been beaten with chicken blood. Sit up immediately. Scrambling to find clothes to put on. I didn't have the time to hang up the phone that had slipped under my pillow. Then I grabbed it and threw it in my bag and ran out of the door.

In the car, it is always customary to take out the mobile phone to check the time. But suddenly I found that the phone was always on. I forgot to hang up...... What surprised me even more. The person who called me was Wen Yimo.

"Hey. Mr. Wen. Is there something wrong?"

No one answered.

"Mr. Wen."

I asked twice in a row and still didn't answer. I guess I forgot to hang up the phone like I did. I didn't care too much.

Ten o'clock. Jiangyang Hotel in the living room. Under the joint witness of many reporters, media and staff, Hengtai and Yuanxing officially signed a contract. Cooperation. Then several major representatives took turns to give speeches. Leave a testimonial. After that, there will be a reporter interview session.

A qiē is expected to end successfully. According to Lin Yueyi, there will be a celebration in the evening. She mysteriously stood in the middle of everyone and whispered, "Reliable news. The celebration was organized by Mr. Wen. Please come to the 'Mochizuki Tower' for dinner."

As soon as this remark came out. Aroused the excitement of all unmarried women in the department.

"Wow. Mr. Wen. That's a veritable rich and handsome. Able to satisfy all women's fantasies. What a woman's dream lover." Xue Qin clasped her hands together against her chin. A is authentic. The more you talk about it, the more exaggerated it becomes." I was so lucky. You can get up close and personal with him. Breathe the same air."

Li Jing knocked off her head." They are swans in the sky. We toads can only look up. Unreachable."

I sat in the lattice next to Lin Yueyi. Eyes look at the nose, nose looks at the heart. Listen to what they say. Didn't join the discussion about "swan".

Xue Qin rolled her eyes at Li Jing. retorted: "Sister Jing. Haven't you heard such a saying?' A toad that doesn't want to eat swan meat is not a good toad.'"

"But even if you eat swan meat. You're still a toad." Mu Zhenfei happened to be passing by. Hear everyone's conversation. Inserted and patted Xue Qin on the shoulder and teased. Don't forget to vividly match the action. It's hilarious.

"Then I'm going to be a pretty toad, too." Xue Qin took out the mirror she carried in her bag and took a look. While touching up his makeup, he said, "You two. It's really a woman singing with a husband. Co-authors are coming to bully me."

As everyone knows. Li Jing and Mu Zhenfei have been dating for seven years. From university to graduation and work. Although they are not husband and wife, they are already married. To put it bluntly, it's just that there is still a lack of a red book. This love became a good story in the company. How many people are envious.

Lin Yueyi, who was standing behind Li Jing, changed her face slightly. He glanced at Mu Zhenfei and quickly looked away. Pain and unwillingness flashed in her eyes. I have a vague feeling that the relationship between the two of them is extraordinary. But that's just speculation. Don't dare to make a light judgment.