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When the servant heard His Excellency the President talking to her, he hurriedly bowed down respectfully and saluted, "Yes, Your Excellency the President, this is the sweater knitted by Miss Bai." ”

Xirong Ziye looked at the sweater and sighed lightly: "I know she knitted it, but she didn't finish knitting it." ”

The servant said: "At that time, Miss Bai said that she would throw it away, but her subordinates felt that it was a pity, so they were reluctant to throw it." ”

Hearing this, Xirong Ziye's body stiffened, and he almost couldn't hold the sweater in his hand, his eyes locked on the servant deeply, "What you said is true"

When the servant heard the president's cold voice, his body trembled, and he hurriedly said: "Your Excellency, your subordinates don't dare to lie, it's true. ”

Xirong Ziye's heart tingled, she once knitted a sweater for him when she injured her ten fingers, but now she was disappointed in him, so she let people throw it away

He sat on the sofa, put the sweater in his heart, imagining Bai Yaoyao's mood of knitting a sweater, his heart tingled, looking at the sweater, he felt sad with piercing eyes.

He carefully stroked each stitch, and suddenly saw a red spot at the last neckline, a strange light flashed under his eyes, he picked it up with both hands, and looked hard, suddenly his hand trembled, and he didn't hold it, and the sweater fell to the ground.

He looked dazed and depressed, because he understood that the red spot on the collar of the sweater was a visible blood stain, and her hand was injured

Xirong Ziye looked back at the servant who was still busy in the living room and asked, "When was this, she said she threw away this sweater"

The servant thought for a while and said, "It's Xirong Li##年##月##日, after Miss Bai read the news, her mood was wrong, and she never knitted a sweater again." ”

Xirong Ziye's heart could no longer calm down, and the hollow was desolate and stinging, because he understood that that day was the day he decided to let Bai Yaoyao leave, and it was the time when he and Xia Mu Qingyan showed their affection in front of the media and set a wedding date.

He understood that Bai Yaoyao must have been very sad after watching the news, although he couldn't imagine her mood, but he could also understand.

He closed his eyes, the cold lines of his face became even colder, and he looked at the sweater like this, and he stayed up all night, and the next day he asked the servant to find the knitting needle, and left with the sweater.

The servants didn't know what the president was thinking, but they understood that the president must care about Miss Bai very much, and they could see it clearly as bystanders, everything was not as it was said in the news, but His Excellency the president might not be able to understand his own heart.

The so-called authorities are obsessed with bystanders, but as subordinates, they are not qualified to say anything to His Excellency the President, so they can only watch dryly, looking at the bleakness of the president's back, and they are a little worried.

And Bai Yaoyao's mood has gradually calmed down after the precipitation of time, and she will not cry when she thinks about it at night.

She felt that her tears were running out now, and she didn't cry anymore, but sometimes she would sit on the edge of the bed, looking at the scenery outside, and her heart was desolate.

During the day, she would find all kinds of things to enrich herself, more to pester Duan Yanhao, she used to think that this kind of high-ranking young marshal was easy to be irritable, but she didn't expect that Duan Yanhao's temper was so good, even if he was pestered by her, he just looked at her helplessly, and there was no impatience to blame.

In fact, she also wants to enrich herself, and she also wants to start over, but as soon as she calms down, she will think more, and in order not to put too many things in her mind, she will always find something to do for herself.

She looked up at the time, then picked up her phone, flipped out Duan Yanhao's number, hesitated, and pressed the dial button. 00 collected and organized, the copyright belongs to the author or publisher.