Regretful? Yes, for her, no, not only her Wen Zi, but also his fans, and for those who love him, who can say that it is not a pity?

"Okay, Sister Wen, I'm sorry for you." The interviewer knew that Wen Zi didn't seem to be in a good mood, so he made a gesture to stop.

"Xiang Qing, what's wrong with you? Enter? "Xiao Ai is very much, and stabbed Xiang Qing's little back.

yes, what are you doing? Xiang Qing shook her head, and her ten fingers kept tapping on the keyboard, typing Wen Zi's words just now into it as they were.

It's just that when I hit those three words, my hand couldn't help but tremble.

When she typed all the text into the computer, the whole interview was her own, the smash hit man, and the noble and elegant woman had left.

"Xiang Qing, what did you say you were stunned just now?" Xiao Ai was in the car, and she started chattering again, and she began to be idle before the driver started.

Xiang Qing smiled, but what she was thinking about in her mind was something she couldn't easily control, in the end, she still couldn't forget it, but she couldn't get it after all.

I can only remember those people and those things.

Forget it, Xiao Ai rolled her eyes, she felt that Xiang Qing seemed to have a lot of things in her mind, and she couldn't understand it at all.

Xiang Qing doesn't seem to have family, no friends, and nothing at all.

Alone, no worries, but, sometimes, it seems that there are a lot of last resorts, many secrets, people can't help but be curious.

patted Xiao Ai's unhappy little face, Xiang Qing smiled embarrassedly, it was the first time for her to do such an intimate action to others here, in an unfamiliar place.

"Alright, alright, I'm not angry." Xiao Ai pursed her lips, and there was a shyness unique to girls between her eyebrows, "But, have you heard what Wen Zi said?" ”

Xiang Qing bit her lip, she didn't know what she wanted to say, Wen Zi said a lot?

"That's it, the person she regrets, it should be called Mors, at the time, he was very popular, I was super obsessed with him when I was in college, but then I ......"

After a few years, hearing Mo Zixuan in other people's mouths again, Xiang Qing still felt a little unbelievable, and it seemed that there was no more man in her world when she came here.

However, it turns out that it is either not mentioned or does not exist.

Whether Xiang Qing is willing to admit it or not, his deliberate forgetfulness in the past two years has not played a role. It's like a volcano that has been touched and cannot be contained.

The door was opened, a gust of cold wind hit, Xiang Qing raised his head, looked at the editor-in-chief outside the door, and was startled, Xiao Ai was no exception, thinking, why did the editor-in-chief come.

"Editor-in-Chief, You ......"

"Xiang Qing, come over here." The editor-in-chief smiled on his face, looking amiable, Xiao Ai looked puzzled, and Xiang Qing was also not very sure.

What's going on?

"Why don't you say it, you know Wen Zi?" The editor-in-chief patted Xiang Qing's little shoulder, that look, Xiang Qing is rare? The last time was when his daughter got married.

What does this make you say?

Xiang Qing helplessly loosened her shoulders, stretched out her fingers, and pointed to her throat.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot." The editor-in-chief's shrewd eyes blinked, and then said, "Sister Wen called you and said that she wanted to reminisce about the past. ”

Reminiscing, Xiang Qing was startled, she shouldn't have a good impression of herself, how could she take the initiative to find herself?

Xiang Qing shook her head, there was an obvious retreat on her little face, to be honest, for Wen Zi, her impression was not very good, scared.

"Let's go, it's better to get a few more artists for our magazine." Before leaving, the editor-in-chief muttered mysteriously in his ear, which made Xiang Qing very helpless.

His relationship with her is really not as good as he imagined.

Seeing Wen Zi again, Xiang Qing's heart was surprisingly calm, perhaps because Xiang Qing couldn't speak, and subconsciously had a feeling of escape.

Wen Zi's appointment was made at an affordable café in Kowloon, where the coffee and pork chop rice were delicious, and Xiang Qing had been to it with her colleagues a few times before.

"You're here." Wen Zi nodded and motioned for Qing to sit down.

I haven't seen him for a few years, but Xiang Qing is still the same as he was then, and there is no trace of time, and he is still like a college student.

Xiang Qing smiled stiffly and sat down.

"What's wrong with your throat?" Unexpectedly, Wen Zi's tone was very gentle, and it seemed to have changed a lot.

"I accidentally had a fever, that's why I ......" took out the small notebook in the bag, and Xiang Qing wrote a few words on it to explain.

Of course, she has spoken to countless people about this issue countless times.

Wen Zi nodded, wrapped his coat tightly, and the position of the two of them was facing the door, because it was often opened, it was a little cold.

Seeing this, Xiang Qing took out the red warm baby from her bag and handed it to her.

"Thank you." Taking over the warm baby, Wen Zi raised her eyebrows.

Xiang Qing found that she didn't seem to be so hostile to herself anymore, but, yes, Mo Zixuan didn't like her because of that man, Wen Zi didn't like her, and now, really, there was no need for it.

Two women, women who once felt that each other was not good for a man, no one thought that at this moment, they could drink coffee together calmly.

It's hard to think about it.

took a sip of bitter black coffee, Xiang Qing frowned, admitting that she still couldn't get used to drinking this kind of thing.

When Wen Zi saw it, she beckoned the waiter to add sugar, and then Xiang Qing smiled embarrassedly.

"You ......" hesitated for a moment, Wen Zi stirred the black coffee in the quilt and opened her red lips, "Have you ever seen Mors?" ”

What the?

Xiang Qing raised her head and looked at Wen Zi, her eyes were full of anticipation, as well as this loss.

She didn't expect Wen Zi to ask herself this, but she was taken aback, since she came to Hong Kong two years ago, she never went back, and she subconsciously avoided the news in the mainland.

"Didn't you?" There was a tremor in his voice, and Wen Zi's eyes could not hide the loss.

Xiang Qing shook her head, fiddled with the candy in her hand, and as soon as her fingers loosened, she put it in, causing a layer of ripples.

"I thought you'd know." Wen Zi smiled bitterly, Xiang Qing could see that she couldn't forget Mo Zixuan, so why not her?

"I went to his permanent villa and found it empty, and then I called his friends, but they didn't seem to want to say."

Xiang Qing was still very puzzled, where did Mo Zixuan go, he didn't even see Wen Zi again, he, is he okay? This is what Xiang Qing cares about.

"Xiang Qing, actually, Mors really loves you." Wen Zi left, leaving only this one sentence, which made Xiang Qing's heart unable to calm down for a long time.

Why don't you know that Mo Zixuan, the man, loves himself so much? However, she had no choice, she was not afraid of the things that had become facts, she was afraid that he did not want her.

Didn't he let him go at the beginning?

With a bitter smile, Xiang Qing drank the sweet and bitter coffee, feeling that his throat was hot and uncomfortable.

....... dividing line......

Wen Zi has been gone for a few days, and Xiang Qing's life has returned to normal, she thought that her stirred heart could return to calm in the days to come, but she didn't want to, more cruel things were waiting for her later.

At that time, she was thinking, why can't life be peaceful? She is really tired, and physical discomfort will not be something that cannot be overcome, but once her heart is tired and her heart is cold, then it is really hopeless.

"Here's for you!" In the busy office life, Xiang Qing feels that the only thing that can make her happy is the living treasure in front of her.

She thought, Xiao Ai must be very happy, otherwise how could she be so optimistic and active.

Holding the fresh lemon candy in his hand, Xiang Qing smiled, and a sweet dimple appeared on his face.

"You should smile more, look, how pretty." Xiao Ai was dumbfounded, it was the first time she saw Xiang Qing smiling so brightly, it was very good-looking.

Good.

Xiang Qing nodded, although she couldn't speak, she still showed her friendliness.

"By the way, Xiang Qing, in the evening, my parents are having a banquet, can you go to my house?" Xiao Ai smiled, and that innocent look made Xiang Qing unable to take his eyes off.

To her house? Xiang Qing just wanted to shake his head and refuse, but in the next second, he saw Xiao Ai's calm little face.

Inexplicably, I felt a little sorry, and the candy in my hand was not so sweet, Xiang Qing looked at her helplessly and nodded.

But......

Will your parents dislike me? I can't speak.

"It doesn't matter. My parents are very good and don't care, in fact, I just don't like that kind of occasion, I'm afraid that the house will be messy, so I asked you to accompany me. ”

And because she knew that Xiang Qing didn't like crowded places, she added, "When the time comes, you will be fine in my room, and we will stay in my room." ”

Xiang Qing nodded again, she felt that she really couldn't refuse Xiao Ai's kindness anymore.

In the evening, Xiang Qing dressed up, in order not to be rude, she specially changed into the clothes she bought in the store two days ago, a pure white one-piece skirt, which suited her very well.

A beige tweed coat was put on the outside, and Xiang Qing tied up her hair to look neat.

Xiao Ai's home is halfway up the mountain in Hong Kong, it looks like she is very rich, Xiang Qing is not surprised, looking at her usual clothes is what she should be.

After getting out of the car, Xiang Qing walked on the road with great difficulty, in such a place, it is impossible for taxis to get up, most of them are private cars.

Obviously, the careless little love didn't think of this, and she didn't care about where Xiang Qing would go to play with her for a while.

When she barely climbed up, I have to say that Xiang Qing's feet were unconscious, but what made her feel even more embarrassed was that the pure black Lincoln car driving from behind was driving so fast, and she was accidentally splashed with mud.

Looking at the marks on Nizi's coat, Xiang Qing smiled bitterly, feeling distressed to death, and even more helpless, this look will definitely be rude later.