"Is this Tang Shun crazy?"

When Tang Xiangling received Tang Shun's bouquet again from the door of his home, Tang Xiangling finally couldn't help but say this.

"Don't accept his roses, hurry up and return them to him, it's really not good, let's pay him to buy it for ourselves."

Ryan on the other side of the phone began to give Tang Xiangling an idea, "In short, we must not have anything to do with him anymore." He treated you like that at the beginning, if you send such a few bouquets of flowers, you think you will be soft-hearted, then we are too cheap. ”

"You're not right." Tang Xiangling retorted.

"How did I say something wrong?" Ryan asked rhetorically, "Why, are you really shaken just because of these bunches of roses?" ”

"It's not." Tang Xiangling shook his head, "I want to say, even if he sends me a house and a car, I don't want to have anything to do with him anymore." ”

"Backbone." While talking to Tang Xiangling on the phone, Ryan reviewed the manuscript he had at hand, "Recently, the company has been so busy that even I have been caught on the review line." ”

"How long has it been since you reviewed a manuscript? It's time to do something. Tang Xiangling couldn't help but gloat when he thought of Ryan's hurried appearance, "It seems that you haven't done this kind of low-level editing work since you were only in charge of me alone." ”

"yes, so when I see these manuscripts now, it's really a big one."

Ryan's mouse suddenly adjusted the font on the top to a font as big as a watermelon. This kind of review is really time-consuming and laborious. It's good if you come across a good story, but the most irritating thing is that at the end of the day, after reading the manuscripts submitted by those newcomers, you feel like you've been forcibly fed.

"How do you think these people can write such boring and ugly things? Don't they have anything else in their minds to write about other than these bloody episodes? ”

"Don't be impatient, don't be impatient, newcomers, everyone has a time like this." Tang Xiangling was talking to Ryan on the phone while typing on the keyboard.

After typing the plot about the stars that he had sent to Tang Shun before, he suddenly opened the drawer next to him and took out the box of stars that he hadn't touched for a long time.

The love box was even a little gray on it.

Even though he was married to Tang Shun at the beginning, Tang Xiangling still didn't bring this box over and put it in that house.

She felt that this was the most devastating blow in her life, and she felt that her mind was trampled on the ground by Tang Shun back then, and it was shattered into one piece after another.

Looking at the note on it, which was already a little yellowed, Tang Xiangling took it out from inside.

"Please open the most special star!"

These are the words she wrote to Tang Shun at the beginning.

On the most special star, what Tang Xiangling wanted to say to Tang Shun was written.

It's just that Tang Shun may not have opened it at all, so he returned it untouched.

After hesitating for a long time, Tang Xiangling still didn't have the courage to open the box. I felt a little irritated and put it back in the drawer.

It's like sealing it up forever.

Tang Shun always felt as if what he was doing now could make up for the damage he had done to Tang Xiangling over the years, but in fact, it was not. Even if Tang Shun felt that he could now resonate with Tang Xiangling's feelings back then, it was just his own subjective emotional self-orgasm.

No one can truly empathize with another person.

Tang Xiangling's twelve years of youth, Tang Shun wants to spend so few weeks to make up for it, it is obviously unrealistic.

transferred all the money from the roses received in the past two days to Tang Shun's WeChat on WeChat, Tang Xiangling threw away his mobile phone and fell back on the bed.

Now she doesn't want to think about anything, she just wants to be alone, preferably forever.

Tang Shun was busy helping Shen Xinwei debug tools yesterday until two or three o'clock in the morning. I slept and didn't wake up until now. As soon as I got up and picked up my phone, I saw the transfer message sent by Tang Xiangling to himself.

"What's going on?"

Tang Shun rubbed his head, looking at this, Tang Xiangling was determined not to accept his own things, and intended to draw a line with himself. Not knowing what else he could do now, he began to sit on the edge of his bed and think about life.

"Isn't it more sincere to send the roses in person?"

Tang Shun began to think about this problem in his heart, made a phone call to ask the opinion of the military advisor Shen Xinwei, and got the approval of the military advisor.

"That's right, although she said she didn't want to see you, you have to be in front of her frequently, and you must be thick-skinned." Shen Xinwei said, "There is no girl who can look at herself affectionately at a man holding a rose in front of her door." ”

Shen Xinwei made up for Tang Shun's appearance of standing in front of Tang Xiangling with a bouquet of roses, and couldn't help but start to become self-absorbed.

Tang Shun knew that this guy had started his own small theater again, so he hurriedly said thank you and hung up the phone.

I packed up casually and got ready to go out and get flowers.

Tang Xiangling went out for breakfast in the morning and returned home, and found that Tang Shun really didn't put roses in front of his house, and when he was relieved, he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.

However, this feeling of loss only appeared for a moment, and was immediately interrupted by Tang Xiangling.

"No, you are quitting Tang Shun now, and you must not have such thoughts again."

Standing at the door of his house, he shook his head like a nervous disorder, and Tang Xiangling took out the key to open the door in a daze.

I just opened the door, walked into the room, turned my back to the door, and was about to close the door directly.

As the door closed, there was a sudden wave of resistance.

"Don't be in such a hurry to close the door."

A man's voice behind him startled Tang Xiangling fiercely, and when he turned around, he saw a man's hand pressed on his door, looking at him with a very weird smile.

This person is Zhang Xinlei.

Tang Xiangling's voice was already a little trembling, and she tried her best to stay calm, not wanting him to hear the fear revealed in her tone: "How did you know that my home is here?" ”

"You don't have to worry about this so much." Zhang Xinlei's smile became more and more weird, especially in the still somewhat gloomy corridor outside.

Tang Xiangling's right eyelid was jumping wildly, and she had a premonition that something bad was about to happen.

"Won't you invite me to your house?"

"I still have something to do, and there is some chaos at home, so I won't invite you to my house, Mr. Zhang." Tang Xiangling pretended to be calm, and said to Zhang Xinlei without smiling, "How about I invite Mr. Zhang to the café for coffee another day?" ”

"No, it's fine at your house."

Zhang Xinlei suddenly approached Tang Xiangling, and his voice suddenly became creepy:

"I just want to come and see you, and I won't do anything to you."

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