Looking at the two people in the photo, Song Zhiyue's heart seemed to be heavily slashed with a sharp weapon, and her painful heart spasmed.

Her eyes grew red, and a white mist gathered in her eyes.

It didn't look good to cry in the office area, so she covered her lips and went to the bathroom.

As soon as she entered the bathroom, tears fell from her eyes, and her hands were crushing at the edge of the sink.

There were two doors in the cubicle closed, and there were people inside, so she just cried silently, and didn't cry out loud.

Hearing the sound of water flushing in one of the cubicles, she turned on the faucet and took a handful of water to pretend to wash her face.

After the man washed his hands and left, she wiped the water stains on her face, suppressed the pain in her heart, and forced back the tears.

Just then, her cell phone rang on the sink countertop.

She glanced at it, and it was the phone that sealed the dust.

She adjusted her mood and slowly connected.

Feng Chen didn't sleep all night, and his handsome face was a little haggard: "I had something to do last night, so I didn't go back." ”

In the morning, he went directly from the hospital to the office, charged his mobile phone, and went to receive a client.

When I returned to the office, I turned on my phone and saw that there were several missed calls, all of which belonged to Song Zhiyue.

He guessed that he didn't go back last night, and she called to ask, so he called her back.

Song Zhiyue bit her lip and asked, "You ...... last night Is it in the hospital? ”

Feng Chen was stunned for a moment: "How do you know?" ”

That means that he really spent the night in the hospital with Liang Weirong.

It was personally confirmed from his mouth that Song Zhiyue's heart became more and more uncomfortable.

She pursed her lips without saying a word, and her eyes were even redder than before.

Hearing that she hadn't spoken for a long time, Feng Chen asked over there, "Why don't you speak?" ”

The words that I wanted to ask him had already reached my lips, but Song Zhiyue heard the sound of high heels coming from outside the bathroom.

She turned around and walked out of the bathroom, trying to change places, but before she could get to the pantry, the dusty landline rang.

Feng Chen saw that she hadn't spoken for so long, thinking that she had nothing to say, so he said, "Let's do this first, I'm busy." ”

Until the end of work, Song Zhiyue's heart was very uncomfortable, and his mood was extremely low.

Walking out of the company with Su Wansheng, Su Wansheng walked towards Lu Zhenming, and she also saw Ji Yi who was leaning on a sports car and waving at her.

Su Wansheng, who was wearing a seat belt, saw Ji Yi through the windshield in front of him.

After Lu Zhenming started the car, she glanced back and saw Song Zhiyue walking towards Ji Yi.

Lu Zhenming asked, "What are you looking at?" ”

Ji Yilai came earlier than Lu Zhenming, although the car was parked not far away, but when he went abroad, he was a hairy boy who had just graduated, and Lu Zhenming had never seen him, so he didn't recognize him.

"Didn't see anything." Su Wansheng shook his head.

Song Zhiyue walked up to Ji Yi, looked at him with a smile on his face, and said listlessly: "Why are you here?" ”

"Feeling bad?" Ji Yi saw her abnormality.

Song Zhiyue hung his head: "No." ”

Not only is she in a bad mood, but she is simply uncomfortable to death.

Ji Yi glanced down at the expression on her face: "You still said no, you see what your face has become of crying." ”

Song Zhiyue held the bag strap on her shoulder with her right hand, and she didn't say anything in a sullen mood.

"Let's go, I'll take you to relax." Ji Yi didn't know that he didn't necessarily say what he asked her, so he didn't ask her what was wrong.

"No, no." She said sullenly.