She was most afraid of seeing him look at her with deep and calm eyes, and the cold light in his eyes seemed to expose her lies - you are lying to me, he is not your boyfriend!

He was her nightmare, a swirling black fog that she couldn't shake off.

And the root of all that frightened her was that he was still in her heart, and she was afraid that the discerning eyes would reach this level.

……

The morning light is still thin, and the downstairs is already bustling.

Early the next morning, what worried Enron the most was that it arrived. She decided not to run away anymore - since escape was not the way to go, then she stepped in to solve it.

"Mr. Gallo, how did you and Miss Ann meet?"

"May I ask Mr. Gallo, aren't you already married?"

Gallo was among the many journalists. He didn't like this noisy environment the most, but at this moment, only Jun's eyebrows frowned secretly, and the displeasure in his eyes was suppressed.

So, although he didn't answer, the group of reporters didn't see how upset he was.

An Ran staggered down the stairs, and at first glance he could see his irritability. She subconsciously rejected this feeling, and after getting along day and night, she couldn't refuse some of his temperaments.

"Mr. Gallo, do you really like Miss Enron that much?" ――That's just how I asked.

"I like her very much, very much." Gallo said softly to the first reply to today's reporter, tilted his head slightly, and glanced at An Ran with a deep look of infatuation, "If she is willing to give me a chance now, I-"

An Ran stopped abruptly and stared at him with a stony face.

As he said this, she stepped forward quickly, suddenly raised her hand and slapped him hard.

Syllable~

"You remember, I hate irresponsible men the most! In the case of having a family, he pursues other women in public! What a shame! ”

"With this article, even if all the men in the world are dead, I will never accept you!"

She withdrew her hand, saw the shocked and dull eyes of the reporter and the people in the community at this moment, and turned around with the heartache that instantly floated.

Just now, at the moment when she raised her hand and slapped him, she realized from the strange eyes of the people around her: whether she was a little too much.

However, in order to make him completely dead, she still endured the discomfort in her heart and forced herself to say the next words ruthlessly.

Now, she just wants to leave.

Walk up the stairs and close the door in one go.

Strange, this time I went up to the 18th floor, and when I entered the door, no one came to chase me.

Not even a journalist.

Don't think about it. This time, he did it so ruthlessly and desperately, he probably won't come to her again in the future.

Ten minutes later, she inadvertently saw through the window that the large group of people downstairs had not dispersed.

A strange feeling came to her mind, and she vaguely felt that things were more tricky.

He was such a head-and-face figure who was slapped in front of so many reporters - now that I think about it, it's really pitiful.

That's because at the time - she was bent on making him completely dead!

We must sever this relationship and end this state in one fell swoop! And cut off this endless suffering!

And now, an irritability surrounded her, and she was so disgusted with it, or rather, the panic in her heart, that she waved her hand to interrupt her thoughts—forget it, don't think about it anymore! From then on, he crossed his Yangguan Road, and she took his single-plank bridge, and there was nothing to do with it!

……

It turns out that Enron's idea is too simplistic.