Mu Xiao stood in place in a trance, she looked up slightly with her little face, looking at him fixedly, countless doubts surging in her mind like turbulent waves.

The tip of the nose once again came the faint fresh breath of the man's body, like the morning breeze in the bamboo forest, such a breath made people feel calm and comfortable.

Where did she smell this familiar smell?

"Mu Xiao, it's not that you don't have relatives, and your illness is not incurable, you must be strong and hold on!"

"Next time we meet, I will take you to meet someone, you will definitely be pleasantly surprised, Mu Xiao, take care!"

The man's hand tapped Mu Xiao's shoulder twice, then turned around and walked forward.

Not only did he know her name, he knew her illness, but he also seemed to know some secrets that even she didn't know......

Mu Xiao froze in place like a nail, and he looked at the man's slender figure in a trance:

"Who the hell are you? How much do you really know about me? ”

The man stopped, and the long figure stopped in place.

He looked back at her, and there was a bit of mystery between his inky eyebrows:

"I promise I'll let you know next time we meet, but it's not the time yet."

As the words fell, he hurriedly turned around, and this time, his footsteps never stopped again.

It was close to work time, and the crowd around him gradually dispersed, and Mu Xiao stood alone on the huge circular square, unable to recover for a long time.

……

Anya Rong sat in front of the dresser, combing her long black hair over and over again.

"Dingding......

The doorbell rang suddenly, she slowly got up, and walked to the door with soothing steps: "Who?" ”

"Me."

is a short word, but there is a kind of indifference and indifference in the bones.

Hearing his voice, she happily opened the door, and threw her soft body into the arms of the man at the door: "Shao Chen, you are finally willing to come to me, do you know how much people miss you?" ”

Chu Shaochen pushed An Yarong away with all his might, and there was a trace of impatience buried in his deep eyes:

"What's the matter with me?"

"Humph! I hate it, can't people see you if they're fine? Isn't it okay if people miss you? Anya Rong wore cherry red lips, gentle and coquettish, and her beautiful melon seed face showed a little resentment.

She hadn't seen him since the last time he picked her up at the door of the theater, and she called him every day, hoping that he would come, and now, at last, he came, but he was lukewarm to her, and he couldn't see a trace of closeness.

"That's what you call me on the phone?" Chu Shaochen looked at his watch lightly:

"I'm going to a meeting later, see you later!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the door without looking back.

"Chen!"

An Yarong hugged his sturdy arm, and there were ripples of grievance in her beautiful autumn eyes:

"You know what? I think about you and miss you all the time, and when I don't see you, I don't think I've wasted a minute of time. Shao Chen, you know how much I love you, what did I do wrong? Why do you want to alienate me like this? ”

Chu Shaochen's tall body stood at the door, he lowered his head slightly, and looked at An Yarong inadvertently, only to see her pouting pink lips and crystal teardrops in her clear eyes.

Every time he looks at An Yarong's sentimental and aggrieved appearance, Chu Shaochen always thinks of the girl named "Yaoyao......

"Good, you know, I've been very busy lately and don't have much time to spend with you."

Chu Shaochen's voice couldn't help but soften, and he turned around and walked back to the room.

"Hmph, I thought you ignored me, and the people who harmed me were scared all day long. Shao Chen, if I really lose you, I don't know if I still have the courage to live......"

An Yarong's soft body snuggled in Chu Shaochen's arms, like a docile cat.

Chu Shaochen looked into the distance silently, his thoughts stayed in the memories of 9 years ago, as if the woman in his arms was Yaoyao back then.

In a trance, he suddenly saw the photo frame on An Yarong's computer desk, his eyes couldn't help but stare at it, and he walked over quickly:

"You know him?!"

At this moment, he was holding the photo frame in his hand, staring at the photo with a heavy face, and even his voice trembled a little.

This cold and excellent man can be calm even when he encounters big things, why does a photo make him so nervous?

At this moment, a strong premonition suddenly surged in An Yarong's heart