Zhong Xun came out of the café, but she was in her car for a long time, if it wasn't for a phone call from Meng Zifu, she might have spent the night in the parking lot.

"Mr. Meng, is there something wrong?"

Even across the phone, Meng Zifu immediately recognized that Zhong Xun's mood might not be very good, and he put away the idea of flirting with her, and said seriously: "Mr. Lin's contract has been prepared, I have time now, send it to me directly." ”

Zhong Xun rubbed his eyebrows, "I'm sorry Mr. Meng, I'm still in the car now, can I give it to you when I get home?" ”

Meng Zifu over there glanced at his watch, it was already more than seven o'clock now, and this point was still in the car? Shouldn't the Lin family have already left work? But he didn't ask, just nodded: "Yes." ”

This should be the briefest phone call between the two after Meng Zifu revealed his thoughts to Zhong Xun, and Meng Zifu didn't say any nonsense from beginning to end.

Zhong Xun hung up the phone and hurriedly wiped his face, and then drove home. There is only one person's home, no matter what, it is still a little deserted, Zhong Xun turned on the headlights as soon as she came back, she was tired, but this tiredness was more mental, the satchel was placed on the sofa at random, she walked to the window at the end of the living room alone, and looked down from the twentieth floor.

The lights are bright underneath, and they are all prosperous.

But who knows how many empty people are hidden under these prosperity?

It's really strange, she thought that she would no longer have this kind of emotion at this age, maybe she was really stimulated today.

When Zhong Xun was working in Li's family, a small department manager had a lot of tedious things under her hands, she had a headache and a sore foot, but her heart was never so weak and powerless, she guarded the small home with Zhong's mother, and as soon as she got home, she would have the soup made by her mother, and this warmth had been warm to her heart.

But now it's different, she has understood that the mother who was once willing to make soup with her own hands has left, left, and will not come back.

And she finally left that small home.

They can't go back.

By the time Zhong Xun reacted, she was already in tears, the reflection on the glass showed her embarrassment, if possible she really wanted to go back to the first time when Ji's father came to the door, to question Zhong Mu loudly.

Isn't the life of the two of them very good, even if the place is small, even if she doesn't earn much money, but isn't it good to live a simple and simple life?

Why do you have to go back with that man?

She clearly understood in her heart that the man had no heart and no feelings, and only interests in his eyes.

It's ridiculous.

Zhong Xun knew that in fact, Zhong's mother had already regretted it, perhaps because her life in the Ji family was far from being as beautiful as she imagined. She is a junior, after all, she is a junior, even if Ji's father's ex-wife died, even if she is now the wife of the Ji family who was married by Ji's father above board.

But if those people don't say it on their faces, it doesn't mean that they don't know in their hearts, she is a junior!

These two people are like being branded on Zhong's mother's face, and she doesn't want to get rid of them in this life.

Zhong Xun laughed mockingly, and he didn't know who he was laughing at, the prosperity in front of him became hollow, and no matter how many lights were on, he couldn't feel a trace of warmth.

Winter, is this coming?

The wind whined in front of the glass, and the leaves were still rolling.

Buzz, buzz –

I don't know how long the phone vibrated for a long time, anyway, by the time Zhong Xun noticed it, it had already shown five or six missed calls, all of which were Meng Zifu.

Zhong Xun couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart, but when he was sad about spring and autumn, someone suddenly came over with a cup of hot tea, saying that it was false that his heart was not warm.

She moved her fingers and dialed it back, Meng Zifu seemed to be waiting for her, and the bell rang for less than a second before she was picked up, "Zhong Xun?" ”

His voice was a little anxious, and it didn't seem to be as calm and calm as usual.

But he didn't hear Zhong Xun's reply, the only thing he heard was her gasp, which seemed to be heavier than usual.

"It's me."

Meng Zifu screamed several times before getting an answer, and he pinched his eyebrows and sighed, "Are you at home now?" ”

"Hmm." Zhong Xun sat on the sofa, looked up at the snow-white wall opposite, but her thoughts were wild, she remembered that there was an embroidery picture hanging on the TV in her previous small home, which was embroidered by Zhong's mother, but when she moved, she seemed to feel very old and threw it away.

"Zhong Xun!" After several times without a response, Meng Zifu had to raise his voice.

"I'll listen, you can say it." Zhong Xun leaned over and lay on the sofa facing the wall, curled up with his legs and pressing his phone to his ear with one hand.

"Are you home?" Meng Zifu made five or six phone calls in a row, and there was only such a small question asked.

Zhong Xun was silent for a moment, "It's here, I'll send you the documents." ”

"There is no rush for documents."

"Hmm." Zhong Xun didn't get up at all, and she didn't want to get up now.

"Have you had dinner?"

"Nope."

"Hungry?"

"It's fine."

There was no horizontal dialogue, but Zhong Xun inexplicably didn't want to end it, until Meng Zifu said, "I'll send it to you, okay?" ”

“…… Good. ”

Maybe it's really a person who is too fragile, Zhong Xun couldn't help nodding, and Meng Zifu also took the opportunity to ask her current address, "Wait obediently at home, I'll be over soon." ”

Zhong Xun lowered his eyes, "Well, I'll wait for you." ”

This sentence is so good, if it weren't for the fact that she had a big emotional problem now, Meng Zifu felt that she would definitely let her say it again. It's an addictive feeling to listen to.

Meng Zifu hurriedly went to the restaurant to pack a few dishes and drove to Zhong Xun.

Half an hour later, Zhong Xun finally heard the doorbell ring.

Why do you say finally, because she is also unconsciously looking forward to the man standing opposite the door as soon as it opens.

This man is carrying a lunch box in his hand, although he is wearing a suit and leather shoes, but he is down-to-earth.

Neither of them said anything, and Zhong Xun turned sideways to let him in.

"Haven't you waited a long time?"

"Nope."

Meng Zifu saw the traces on the sofa and guessed that Zhong Xun might have been lying on it for a long time, he sighed, "Let's eat first, although it's a little late, the dishes should be hot." ”

"Thank you."

Zhong Xun went into the kitchen and got the dishes and chopsticks, and also got a set for Meng Zifu, and poured him a glass of lemonade by the way.

A little sour, of course. I guess I forgot to add honey because I only added lemon.

However, Meng Zifu drank expressionlessly, as if he hadn't tasted it at all, and even drank half a cup without finishing it.

"Drink some soup first and cushion your stomach."