“…… Treachery. "I don't know what kind of trouble I want to make when I throw such a literary and hypocritical proposition to Jiang Zuoyi.

Maybe I'm just in the space of my head, and my heart hurts too much. I want to find someone to talk about casually.

So I asked him how men generally define betrayal.

"Death."

Jiang Zuoyi only said two words, but he told me to go around in a big circle in the clouds and haze.

"Death?"

"Yes." With his angular face printed on the windowpane, and the heat from the coffee cup blurring his deep eyes, I suddenly felt the urge to capture his uncertainties - the outstretched hand, the heart that reached out, suddenly reminded me, as if I had walked into some forbidden area that was not opened in the right way.

"What's better than saying that you will grow old together, but leave the other party first...... More of a sense of betrayal and despair?

What cannot be said, what misunderstanding cannot be explained. As long as you live...... What can't be repeated? ”

I said, hehe, I see. You're hypocritical to me, Bai asked.

"Shu Lan, you just have never tasted the life of a person.

Everyone will meet someone in their life, break your principles, change your habits, become your exception, and finally walk away silently.

What happened to you is that you missed a heartbreaking love at the age of nineteen, and it happened to come back at the age of twenty-nine. ”

He turned around, and I turned my head in embarrassment.

I dragged a tissue and wiped the corner of my eye, and I said I'm sorry, you let me control it.

"In your own office, why is there any need to endure it?" Jiang Zuoyi stretched out his hand and pulled me, I was already too weak to stand on my feet. At this moment, it slammed into his arms, and at once extinguished the light and shadow of the setting sun shining into the ground through the gaps in our bodies.

There was a faint smell of tobacco on his shirt, and I knew he smoked and was addicted to it.

I didn't dare to put my face on it, so I just pressed my forehead against his chest, tears dripping vertically.

Everyone will encounter love in the flowering season and lose a bruise in the rainy season.

It's just that I, Shu Lan, have exclusive favor and uniqueness.

So Ye Jinliang is destined to be the catastrophe of my life, this knife, will it be stabbed sooner or later?

But I'm almost thirty years old, and I'm not the little girl who can lock up her diary by crying on the basketball court in the rain. Ye Jinliang and I are like growing in each other's hearts.

Now I keep the secret that I can't tell, and I see the love that is far away still dragging my drenched blood. This cut is like scraping bones and flesh......

At this time, Jiang Zuoyi was holding his coffee with one hand, and the other hand was hanging on the edge of his body as if he was paralyzed, not hugging me or stroking me. It is like a church statue that is waiting for people to repent and pray, standing tall in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Shu Lan,"

When I began to lower my cry and sobbed slowly, I clearly heard Jiang Zuoyi calling my name.

"Don't try to figure me out, and don't try to get close to me."

He gently pushed me away, and then pressed me down on the chair that belonged to me. Standing up straight, he lifted his coat with one hand, turned his face and left......

Don't come near you? All right.

I, Shu Lan, really don't believe that I can't stand up on my two legs alone!

Re-opening Jiang Zuoyi's drawing paper, I silently restored all the names. And then little by little, it was sent into the shredder.

Ye Jinliang's people, and the people who belong to my Shu Lan.

A Chu River Han realm gradually floated in my mind, different from the drying up on the chessboard, where the agility was turbulent, it was all my blood and tears.

After a few emails in high spirits, I saw that the time was almost up, and got up to leave the office.

"Mr. Shu," as soon as I went out, Zhan Yi stopped me.

"Anything else?" I asked.

"That...... What you called me last night to tell me......"

I remembered that after returning from Jiang Zuoyi's club in vain last night, I called Zhan Yi and said that I wanted him to help me check the man.

"Results so soon?" I was amazed.

Zhan Yi hesitated with a sad face: "Mr. Shu, the name you gave me is indeed a person, and it is indeed a reporter." ”

"What?!" My heart trembled, and I was horrified.

Shen Xinpei and I both thought that if we were going to do such a thing, it would be impossible to leave our real names.

What kind of brain circuit is this reporter surnamed Wang?

His name is Wang Xiaofei, and he is a photojournalist for Today Media. But Mr. Shu, you didn't provide me with other clue details, so I don't know if the person you are looking for is this Wang Xiaofei. As he spoke, Zhan Yi swiped his phone and presented a photo to me in front of my eyes.

"This ......"

The boy in the photo is at most twenty-five years old, with sunny and handsome short hair, and he is not at all the spectacled face in my thirties that I remember!

"Not ......"

"But Mr. Shu, there are only about 20 news media companies in the entire S City, even if they are found one by one, the male reporter surnamed Wang will not have more than one hand."

I nodded and said I understand what you mean, so it's likely ..... he didn't leave me my real name and identity.

Looking at the boy in the photo, I couldn't help but laugh in my heart, no matter how drunk I was, I should know that this boy, who was only twenty years old four years ago, could not be the culprit of extortion.

So in the vast sea of people, where to find a scoundrel with a public face!

Although I don't know what I'm going to do with him, I can't denounce him or confess. At most, I watched from a distance and spat at someone's license plate number?!

But just then, I suddenly discovered something amazing!