Before dawn, Mu Danchen had already had a simple breakfast with Luo Yi, got into the business car borrowed from the company last night, and they rushed to the international airport in Y City together.

The earliest direct flight to N was at 9:45 a.m., and they arrived at the airport early at 8:39 a.m.

After parking the car, Mu Danchen took Luo Yi's small suitcase out of the trunk and walked side by side with her to the airport's security checkpoint.

After last night's deep conversation, their relationship seems to be invisibly getting closer.

"Luo Luo, you must call me if there is anything, remember, I am your trash can."

Standing near the security checkpoint, Mu Danchen reluctantly put down the box in his hand, and he showed a warm smile to her.

"yes, I know."

Although his heart was a little heavy, his warm smile still brought her some comfort.

Reluctantly holding her little hand, Mu Danchen stared affectionately at her who was about to leave.

It's like three autumns after a day, but now that she hasn't left, he's already starting to miss her.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he couldn't say goodbye to the imminent parting, but he was very reluctant to say goodbye to her.

Enduring the reluctance and melancholy, he finally couldn't help but gently hug her into his arms.

Lowering his head slightly, his warm breath brushed the strands of hair around her ears:

"Lolo, everything I have said to you is sincere, trust me, I will not let you down."

His sincere and emotional words once again stirred up a little ripple in her heart that had not yet dissipated.

"Hmm."

The ripples in the circles are closely connected, forming rippling waves. She was moved, but she rationally chose to ignore it, so she didn't respond to him directly.

It is only because she must let herself have enough confidence that she is willing to open her closed heart again and accept the beginning of a relationship again.

"I'll go in first."

With a little sadness and sentimentality floating in her heart, she left the warm embrace that made her reluctant to give up, pulled the box, and she resolutely turned around to leave.

A large hand covered her small hand on the lever at this moment, and he whispered her name with deep reluctance:

"Lolo."

When she turned back to him with those watery eyes, he said:

"I don't want to say goodbye to you, I just want you to come back soon."

His true feelings were revealed, and the waves in her heart gradually rose and fell to form a wave of tides that were higher than the waves.

"I will."

Slightly curled the corners of her lips, she smiled at him and turned around, leaving him with a faint and distant back.

Jinru security check, she quickly disappeared into the surging crowd.

Unable to find the back that made him miss it so much, Mu Danchen reluctantly withdrew his eyes looking ahead.

She's gone.

Lowering his head, he took his phone out of his pocket and looked at the time displayed on it, 9:13, half an hour before her plane took off.

There's still half an hour to go.

Curling his lips and smiling, he quickly typed a string of text into his phone with his fingertips, then clicked send. Seeing that the message had been successfully sent, he looked up at the crowded security checkpoint again before turning and leaving.

Walking out of the airport, he looked up at the gray sky and wished her a safe journey.

Sitting in the car and slowly driving away from the airport, he glides smoothly into the elevated highway and makes his way to the bustling city center.

When it's time to go to work, he wants to go back to talk to his boss Edgar, so in order not to make himself seem too sudden, he turns on Bluetooth and dials Edgar for the third time after joining "Ni Shang".

After successfully making an appointment with Edgar to meet at 10 o'clock, Mu Danchen drove the car like a free swimming fish, shuttling through the winding road with no end in sight.

After returning to the office and returning the car, he walked into the elevator and pressed it to the 16th floor, where the president's office was located.

After asking the secretary to help inform and get Edgar's consent, Mu Danchen walked into the president's office.

After 30 minutes of earnest conversation, Mu Danchen bowed respectfully to Edgar, who was sitting across from him, and then opened the office door and walked out.

Unable to hide the spring breeze and vigor on his face, he nodded politely to the secretary and left quickly.

This... There is a big gap between the nervousness when he came in just now, has he been appreciated and impressed by the president?

Well, it's a big possibility, and this new assistant is really good.

The secretary smiled at the tall figure who turned into the stairs, and she began to continue to organize the documents in her hand and carefully sort them into categories.

Edgar, who was sitting in the president's office at this time, was tapping his fingers thoughtfully on the tabletop, and the very rhythmic tapping sound was a small act that he was accustomed to pondering.

After about a quarter of an hour, he called his secretary outside the door and told her not to come in and disturb him if she was not in a hurry.

Putting down the phone, he opened the inky cedar box on the table and pulled out a carefully rolled Cigar.

This is his favorite Cuban Cigar, and whenever he is in a good mood or when he is in a depressed mood, he will bring out such a fragrant and smooth wrapper Cigar.

Gently twisting Cigar between his fingers, he took a closer look at the apparent appearance of the outer band. Very good, neither hard nor soft.

Raise your hand and slowly place it next to your ear, hold it with your index finger and thumb and gently rub it, it is indeed a fresh and ripe Cigar.

Then retract it to the tip of your nose and sniff its unique aroma.

The distinctive aroma soon whined him to take a sip, so he cut off the original cigar head and made a small round hole about three-quarters in diameter on it, lighting a long wooden match.

After waiting for the match to burn for a few seconds to dissipate the sulphur, he placed the thick round body on the flame and rotated it regularly to preheat it, and finally lit the cigar head evenly from the edge to the center.

The smoke curled and the rich aroma began to fill the air, and instead of rushing to take the first puff of Cigar, he gently blew two breaths into the end of it to expel the miscellaneous gases that Cigar had inhaled as he lit the cigarette.

When the gas cleared, he brought Cigar close to his lips and slowly inhaled it into his mouth, letting its aroma swirl in his mouth before slowly exhaling it.

Intoxicated by the faint cloud of smoke, he calmly savored its mellow fullness.

Cigar's bitter taste is sweet and bitter, bitter first, and sweet last, so that people can't tell whether it is bitter or sweet, just like pure black coffee, you can enjoy the mellow and plump sweetness from the bitter taste.

And it is this kind of bitter and sweet boundary that is difficult to distinguish clearly, which will only make people immersed in a long-term aftertaste.

Isn't this unique taste the taste of love?

As the richness of one bite wore off, he took another slow sip.

Slowly closing his unfocused eyes, he immersed himself in the memories that he would never forget.

Silverde, are you okay in the other world?

His nose was slightly sour, and he suddenly felt the urge to cry.

It had been a long time since he had had this seemingly cowardly impulse, and if it hadn't been for the boy introduced by a friend who inadvertently touched his heart, he might have thought that a man as strong as him would never have the urge to cry again in his life.

Raising his hand to wipe the little wetness from his eyes, he took Cigar between his fingers and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking up at the distant horizon.

That year, didn't he, like this boy, give up his long-held dream in order to get close to the girl he loved?

From a young boy who didn't know what clothing design was, under her hand-in-hand and patient guidance, he slowly grew step by step into a world-renowned fashion design celebrity.

But she can't see his success now, and she can't taste the sweet and delicious present that has been turned into a painful and tormented one.

Dear Silverde, I miss you...

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