"You ......" Xiaoli stood up and glared at him fiercely with wide eyes. His anti-object-oriented tone is really infuriating! Shake off her hands and keep her busy on her own? This is her office, how old is he!

Xiaoli continued to stare at Ma Wenhao fiercely, who knew that he actually closed his eyes, put his hands on the sofa, and then leaned on the sofa in a large shape, not feeling that there was anything wrong with his actions like this. Then he tilted his head back, and muttered to himself, "Work matters, let me think about it, let me think about it......"

Seeing Ma Wenhao's lazy appearance, Xiaoli clenched her fists tightly, resisted the urge to punch him, and then sat down indignantly, and wisely chose to continue to be busy with her work.

He's a big living person who stays here and doesn't leave, what can she do? Do you want to ask the security guards to take him out? He's the dignified President Ma! And he is also their sponsor, if he really takes him out and is spread by others, it will also damage the company's reputation. So, he can rely on him if he wants, wouldn't it be good if she treated him as an invisible person?

Yes, that's it, work work work!

Xiaoli hinted to herself in her heart, and then continued to organize the files on the computer, because the previous studio was burned, and a lot of data had to be reorganized.

Xiaoli was absorbed in her work, and Ma Wenhao didn't make a sound, only the sound of Xiaoli's crackling keyboard in the huge studio, and the sound of the two of them breathing.

A few hours passed, Xiaoli finally finished the work at hand, looked at the bottom right of the computer, it was 8 o'clock.

Xiaoli stretched her waist, picked up the bag placed on the cabinet, and got up to leave.

At this time, my eyes couldn't help but look at the sofa.

I saw Ma Wenhao holding his cheeks with his hands, leaning on the sofa and falling asleep.

Seeing this, Xiaoli unconsciously showed a gentle smile that she didn't know, and she walked towards him lightly.

The sound of his long breathing came from the air, his broad chest rose and fell regularly, his hair was like ink, his knife was sharpened like a perfect handsome face, his sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, his deep eyes were closed at this time, and he could not see his usual calm and resoluteness, and the bridge of his handsome nose outlined a perfect side face. Maybe it's a very tired relationship, his frowning brows gradually relaxed, and his slightly pursed lips also added a touch of childlike fun to this angular handsome face, and the usual seriousness and coldness seemed to be removed, showing a little cuteness.

Xiaoli came to him, bent down, and couldn't help but reach his sleeping face. How long has it been, how long has it been since you saw his sleeping face?

10 cm, 7 cm, 5 cm......

Just as he touched his face, his closed eyes opened.

I saw that the bright eyes were staring at her tightly, with too much emotion in their eyes.

The hand paused in mid-air, and Xiaoli looked at the man who had made her lose control in a daze.

"Are you peeking at me?" Ma Wenhao narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, pulled out an evil smile, and his tone was full of ridicule.

He couldn't imagine that he would fall asleep here, how long, how long it had been since he had slept such a peaceful night's sleep, and if it weren't for her approach, her fragrance so close to him, disturbing his thoughts, he wouldn't have woken up!

"I ......" Xiaoli was choked by this sentence, and found that her hand was still less than 5 cm away from his face, Xiaoli hurriedly put her hand back, put it behind her back, and nervously clenched it into a small fist.

"Ahem......" Xiaoli coughed lightly, hiding her helpless embarrassment, then straightened up, looked at Ma Wenhao coldly, and then said in a professional official tone, "How dare I offend President Ma?" It's not early, I'm going to get off work! I don't think Mr. Ma would want to spend the night here!"

After saying that, Xiaoli turned around and wanted to leave.

Caught in the hand, she instinctively turned her head, only to see Ma Wenhao grabbing her tightly with his slender and clean hands, his eyes were full of seriousness.

"Please respect President Ma!" Xiaoli chose to ignore the throbbing in her heart and warned coldly.

"Come with me to dinner!" The hand did not let go, but clenched it even more.

"No, I made an appointment." Without thinking about it, Xiaoli refused directly. She didn't make an appointment today, but she just didn't want to go to dinner with him, although it was said that time can wear away a lot of things, but the betrayal at that time, the hurt at that time she still remembered in her heart, how could she forget the scars that once made her painful. How could the thorn that had sunk deep into my heart be pulled out at once.

Hearing this, Ma Wenhao continued to hold her hand tightly, and looked at her quietly with those deep eyes, until he could only see from her eyes that there was absolutely nothing else, he couldn't hide his loss and pulled out a self-deprecating smile, and then let go of her hand. "Huh...... Looks like I'm bored. ”

It seems that he is self-inflicted, and it seems that in her heart, he is really nothing.

Ma Wenhao seemed to have been drained of all his strength, slowly let go of her hand, and then slowly stood up, walked around this resolute woman, and then left step by step.

Looking at the lonely back, she wanted to call out to him, but she opened her mouth, and finally chose to swallow the words in her stomach.

I have to admit that she still has feelings for him, whether it is hate or hate, doubt is complaining, after all, she still can't do without a love word.

But......

He and she are no longer the simple teenager and girl in her memory, and the rift formed by the seven years of separation is always reminding each other's pain, maybe just a small wound but the same pain.

Because I care about my demeanor, I can't stand it.

Between them, in fact, the dust had settled seven years ago.

Now that she knew that was the case, she could no longer touch the forbidden land.

But why, does the place called the heart under the left chest hurt so much? Xiaoli sat weakly on the sofa, and his good smell was still in the air.

The events of seven years ago began to play out in my mind as quickly as a movie.

The sudden dull pain hit her heart, the clearer the details, the more obvious the dull pain, the more cruel the reality, the tears fell one by one without warning, and then gradually couldn't help herself, and finally cried loudly......

Why, why are they doing this?

If it weren't for that farce, wouldn't they be together? If they weren't together, wouldn't they love each other? If we hadn't loved each other, wouldn't my heart hurt as much as it is now?!

Although this pain cannot kill people, it is deep into the bone marrow, it is soul-eating little by little, and it is tormenting little by little.

If you don't die, it's better to live than to die!