Tang Xiaohui's hand on the refrigerator door trembled, turned around, and saw Gu Xing wearing a loose coffee-colored collared shirt, hot pants, and a pair of flip-flops, with loose hair hanging down from his ears and resting on his snow-white skin.

With a glass of water in her hand, she leaned against the table and looked at him with a smirk.

Tang Xiaohua was stunned, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she appeared again, and muttered, "I'll throw it all away for you." ”

"Tang Shao, be careful of constipation if you don't eat fruit." She finished lukewarmly, and laughed dryly at him twice, then put down the glass and walked upstairs.

Tang Xiaohui's throat moved, and in the blink of an eye, the figure disappeared.

He closed his eyes, his face full of weariness.

Looking at the empty house where the two of them lived together, there was a missing sense of nothingness in his heart, and he thought that if he retained the traces of her existence, he would be able to act as if she was still by his side.

What he sees is always an untouchable phantom. The fruit in the fridge, which is changed every few days, is never eaten.

He can see such hallucinations every day, she will quarrel with him, she will smile at him perfunctorily, and she will also go crazy because of him. Even if it's just a phantom, she still engraves her smile inch by inch in her heart.

Tang Xiaohui took out the water and turned off the refrigerator.

After taking a shower and sitting on the bed, he took out the tablet to deal with some things, and at a glance, he saw Gu Xing sitting on the bed with his half-dried hair, turning on the computer, turning his head after a while, glaring at him, and gritting his teeth with a smile, "Tang Xiaohui, you are using my account to post Weibo again!" ”

Tang Xiaohui raised his eyebrows, "You continue to change the password." ”

If you want to steal your account, it's a matter of minutes.

Gu was angry, turned his head to change the password, and left him with a side face, she had fair skin, very clean facial features, and soft facial lines, which looked very comfortable, especially the side face.

The light spreads a warm layer on the skin that makes you want to take a bite. The long eyelashes cast a shadow.

Tang Xiaohui was stunned, and stretched out her finger to poke her face, but as soon as her hand touched her, she disappeared like a bubble.

Tang Xiaohuo withdrew his fingers, his obsessive eyes returned to clarity, his soft expression disappeared without a trace, and his whole face was only cold.

What she said to him at night, and her indifference every time they met, was like a sharp knife, slashing at him mercilessly.

Fingers curled tightly, clenched into fists, caring about the mood, if you want to get rid of me, it depends on whether I am willing or not.

*

Gu Xing sent Gu Cheng to school early the next morning, and immediately rushed to the company to work, just walked into the design department, everyone stared at her, with various expressions, more colorful than the day she first came.

Walking into the office, the secretary hesitantly handed over a newspaper, "Director, take a look at today's newspaper." ”

Gu felt strange, why did she tell her to read the newspaper, she rarely read the newspaper even if it was put in the office in the past, she was still interested in jewelry and gossip price comparison.

She picked up the newspaper suspiciously, but at a glance she saw the headline of the newspaper, and her eyes instantly expanded. It turned out to be a photo of her and Tang Xiaohui eating and dancing in the restaurant last night, with a huge caption that reads: The ex-fiancée of the president of KNS returns, where does the position of director come from?

The following content is roughly about the regret of her marriage with Tang Xiaohui back then, and it is also said that she became the director of the U&M jewelry department at such a young age because Tang Xiaohui changed her mind, silently supported her, and opened the back door for her.

Gu Mood caress his forehead, which brain-dead reporter is it? It's a big fuss!