"President, this is the college's annual report for the first half of this year, as well as the application materials for the new college."

The secretary placed a thick stack of papers on his desk.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows are clean and transparent, framing the blue sky and white clouds outside the seventeenth floor, and the clear sunlight sprinkles on the girl in the boss's chair, adding a little softness to her.

The girl is extremely beautiful, wearing a long red retro-style dress, stretching out her slender arms like jade when she hears the words, and her five fingers are slender.

The rustle of materials flipping through the pages and the grinding of pages resounded in the quiet office.

Although her eyebrows and eyes are young, she also has the sharpness after being soaked in the shopping mall, and she is inexplicably in tune with the demure long skirt.

Unhurriedly signed, strands of hair hanging down from his shoulders, Yan Yu quietly looked at the huge world map hanging on the wall.

Her academies have been opened in 11 countries around the world.

We are about to enter our twelfth year.

The silence is broken by the ringing of the phone.

Not many people could break into her office directly.

Yan Yu handed the information to the secretary, and the secretary left with the information very interestingly.

"Still going to be together this year?"

She'd been to that cemetery eleven times, and tomorrow would be the man's day of worship.

There was no expression on the girl's face, and if there was, there was only endless indifference.

said an affirmative reply from the other side, Yan Yu sneered, but agreed to it.

It's time to hang up over there, because she and he never have anything to talk about.

The sunlight poured in directly, and the whole office was clear, and the bright shadows were hard to see.

Yan Yu suddenly wanted to close the blackout curtain.

In fact, she is tired of this kind of unceremonious and unavoidable quiet sunshine, especially in the afternoon, which is extremely lonely.

"The Tree of Flowers."

When the person on the other side was about to hang up the phone, Yan Yu spoke up.

"How?" The voice over there was also extremely cold, as if everything was out of his eyes.

"I still won't forgive you."

Yan Yu was bathed in the warm sunshine, her voice was very soft, and the dust and light danced in the air.

This is the second time in eleven years that Yan Yu has mentioned his attitude.

But in fact, her attitude was known early in the morning, from the first day she stepped into the door of the flower family.

The rhetorical tree didn't like her.

Coincidentally, she didn't like him either.

In the past, when Lin Qingyin and the old head of the Hua family were there, both of them could still act.

But now, the servants of the old mansion have even changed twice.

There is no one in time again.

Now their relationship is not good, and people all over the world know about it.

Yan Yu blinked softly.

She's an adult and gets the respect of many people, but she's just going to be so naïve.

There was no pause, and there was no fluctuation in his tone, still god-like indifference: "Really? ”

Then, the phone was hung up.

Yan Yu's hand holding the microphone hung down softly.

When she was young, she competed with the rhetorical tree.

Although he would be secretly taught by him every time, she knew that he cared about the old master of Hua and Yan Yan.

Barely complete schoolwork, overloaded training, PUBG survival in the wilderness......

That's the best he's done here, she knows he can't do anything more than that, she's not afraid.

But she didn't expect that before she really started to grow, that person suddenly left her.

The world is scarier than total darkness.

Yan Yu put her hand on the blackout curtain, she moved her hand, her eyes finally couldn't help but redden, and she looked at the sunshine outside the world.

She is not afraid of the dark, she is already tormented in the dark.

But she had been given light.

Yan Yu put down the hand that was about to pull the curtain.

She worships the light in the light, and the man is in the light, and she endures the dead silence scorched by the sun, which is regarded as accompanying her.