The prince's office is very large, with floor-to-ceiling windows on the whole side, and the decoration is his usual style, which is low-key and luxurious, and cold and hard in taste.

The woman sitting on the sofa couldn't help but stand up and walk to the desk.

There are two photographs on the desk.

One is a young woman with a ponytail and a professional suit that looks neat and capable. The other is a group photo of a family of three.

The little boy in pink stood in the middle, and the man behind him hugged the woman's shoulder, and the woman and the little boy smiled brightly, and the man who had never smiled was also pursed with a faint curvature on his lips.

It was a happy and warm smile.

I stared at the picture for a long time, until the sound of steady, slow footsteps sounded at the door.

She turned, her gaze fixed on the long, black figure facing her.

The expression was in a trance for a few seconds.

The man wore a meticulous black suit, a crisp white shirt underneath, and a pair of cropped narrow trousers, with one hand in his trouser pocket and a document in the other, cold and straight.

The hair is cut short and the hairline sideburns are clear and deep.

Cher was not far away from him, staring at each other.

Time seems to be particularly partial to him, with delicate facial features and a straight silhouette, he is still the man who is fierce and noble.

It's just getting more and more unfathomable, mature and expensive!

"Akan." The corners of Xue'er's lips lifted slightly, revealing a decent smile, "Long time no see." ”

Mousse snorted coldly.

In the past six months, he rarely laughed again, most of the time, at work, like a machine, not laughing, not crying, without any emotions.

Through his efforts, his position in the royal family has become more and more stable.

Ye Fengjun didn't want him to be immersed in the pain of losing Nan Yu, so he arranged a few blind dates with him openly and secretly, but those celebrity daughters, as soon as they saw his cold face, they were so frightened that they didn't dare to say a word.

Therefore, there is a saying in the upper circle of the capital that the prince is a cold-blooded king of Hades, in stark contrast to the amorous Fifth Highness.

Mu Sihan's gaze only stayed on Xue'er for two seconds, and then he sat on the leather chair behind the desk with his slender legs, and his dark and deep eyes were emotionless, like a cold deep pool.

Cher drooped her head, and her long eyelashes covered her eyes with a little disappointment, but she quickly adjusted.

She looked back at the man who picked up the pen and signed the document, walked to the desk, and said softly, "Akan, that time in the village, you asked me to come here to find you, do you blame me for being late?" ”

Mu Sihan narrowed his bottomless cold eyes slightly, he put down the pen in his hand, and said in a cold voice, "It's not too late, it's just that whether you come or not now doesn't mean much to me." ”

When I wanted Xue'er to come over, I wanted Yeqing's personality to disappear completely and no longer hurt Nan Yu.

But now that Nan Yu is gone, it doesn't make much sense for him to be cured or not.

Xue'er looked at Mu Sihan, who was extremely indifferent to her, and felt extremely uncomfortable, and a layer of bright mist appeared in her eyes, "Akan, I heard that Miss Nan is no longer there......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mousse's cold voice, "How do you know?" ”

"Fourth brother, don't be angry, I said it." The culprit, Lan Yanzhi, walked in from outside, he looked at Mu Sihan, who was as cold as ice, and then at Xue'er, who looked like she was about to cry, "I met Xue'er on the plane, and the two chatted a few words, and accidentally slipped out." ”

Mu Sihan raised his slender fingers and pressed his eyebrows, and said with a slightly tired expression, "Sister Xue'er, I asked Yifan to arrange a hotel with you for one night, and you should go back to Ningcheng tomorrow." ”

Cher's beautiful brow furrowed.

Beckoning and going, what did he take her for?

Seeing that Xue'er didn't speak, Mu Sihan's slender sword eyebrows raised upward, "What, have an opinion?" ”

Xue'er looked at the man who was so cold to her, and her heart tightened.

But who can blame it?

She died herself, and her relationship with him became what it is now.

I can't even do it with my relatives.

She shook her head, "Since you don't want to see me, I'll buy a ticket back later." ”

Xue'er turned around and walked a few steps towards the door of the office, but she couldn't help but look back at him again, "Akan, I'm not the same person I used to be, I understand that feelings can't be forced." She paused, her voice a little choked, "Take care." ”

After Xue'er left, Lan Yanzhi leaned in to the desk and handed him a cigarette, "Will you be a little too ruthless to Sister Xue'er?" ”

Mu Sihan lowered his head and lit the cigarette, squinted his deep narrow eyes slightly, spit out a long puff of smoke, and said unhurriedly, "If you give her hope, it is ruthless." ”

"You don't give people hope, so what are you doing when you ask people to come here?"

Mu Sihan pursed his thin lips and did not speak.

In the past six months, Lan Yanzhi found that he didn't like to talk more and more, and every time he had to say a few words, he would reply to the last sentence.

"Forget it, you don't want to say it, and I can't pry your mouth open." Lan Yanzhi paused for a moment and then changed the topic, "Can't you forget Nan Xiaoyi?" ”

Mu Sihan took a few puffs of cigarette in a row, and then hummed lowly. Although half a year passed, he never stopped thinking about her.

In the dead of night, I would dream of her from time to time.

I dreamed that she had come back and stood before him. However, when he tried to hug her, she disappeared from sight.

The moment you wake up from a dream, your chest will be even more painful, barren, miserable, and empty.

"Fourth brother, except that you can't forget Nan Xiaoyi, in fact, Xiaokai is the same. He was young, didn't you think about spending more time with him? ”

Mu Sihan flicked the cigarette ash on his fingertips, and his eyes sank a little, "I thought about it, but he said that he wanted to learn skills in the training camp." ”

"I've been studying for more than half a year, so it's time to take some time to go out for a vacation." Lan Yanzhi took out his mobile phone and flipped out a photo, "Have you seen this island?" Some time ago, my assistant honeymoon trip discovered, it is called Lait Island, is an island country in the Pacific Ocean, the area is not large, the population is not large, I heard that the scenery is picturesque, the four seasons are like spring, the scenery is very beautiful, I plan to go over a vacation, do you want to consider taking Xiaokai with you? ”

Mu Sihan is really not in the mood for a vacation, and no matter how beautiful a place is now, for him, it is just a black and white photo, not so colorful.

Sure enough, the beautiful scenery needs to be accompanied by someone to see it.

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