Youqin stomped his feet anxiously, and quickly flashed towards the stairwell, but he was still a step too late.

As soon as Cen Nan went out, he saw You Qin with a panicked face. Her eyes, which had obviously cried, were still red, and there was a line of clear snot under her nose, which matched her efforts to inhale it······ It's kind of hilarious.

"What's wrong?" Cen Nan stepped aside and beckoned for Qin to follow.

Youqin had already stopped crying, but after Cen Nan's simple inquiry, the suppressed emotions instantly exploded and collapsed, and tears rolled down like opening the floodgates.

"Speak." Cen Nan had a bad breath.

"The latest ...... Apollo…… My ...... Devise...... Idea, not ...... I...... I didn't ...... Way...... Want...... Or come back. "It took Qin a long time to finish a sentence.

Cen Nan looked at Youqin, and probably grabbed it to know what Youqin was talking about.

"Replaced with a glass curtain wall?" Cen Nan asked in a low voice.

Youqin wiped his tears and nodded. Cen Nan stopped talking and began to smoke. Leaning on the radiator, pumping slowly, looking at Youqin.

After a while, Youqin gradually stabilized, suppressed his tears, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What should I do?" That's mine, my ......"

Cen Nan snuffed out the cigarette butt and raised his hand to interrupt Youqin: "Your concept is just an idea, and it has no meaning until it is realized." ”

Qin was stunned, did Cen Nan see it that way? So what's the difference between himself and the clown in front of him? A sense of shame slowly crept up from the soles of my feet.

"It doesn't make sense, that's mine, too." Qin said with a stalk around his neck.

"Really? Since it's yours, why are you crying here? ”

Cen Nan handed You Qin a piece of tissue paper, but Qin didn't take it, and cursed vigorously in his heart: Why does this person seem to hate more than Wu Ziqing!

"Follow me when you're clean, and don't follow me if you're still like this." Cen Nan didn't have the patience to throw the tissue paper on the radiator and left without looking back.

Youqin opened his mouth, but he couldn't find his own voice. looked at the door of Yang Dezhang's office, and remembered the message of "Cen Nan quit the Apollo group chat", and finally pulled the tissue paper and carefully wiped his face, and followed.

Chased outside the teaching building, Cen Nan was already sitting in a brown X6 and started the car.

Obviously, there is no intention of waiting for Qin at all.

You Qin could only bite the bullet, wiped his face with his sleeve again, opened the passenger door, and sat in.

"Is this where you're going?" Youqin spoke carefully.

"You'll find out when you go." Cen Nan didn't say much anymore and concentrated on driving.

You Qin secretly glanced at Cen Nan's side face with his peripheral vision, the high bridge of his nose, his inner eyes, and his impeccable silhouette seemed to have Qin's heartbeat at the moment.

Anoxia......

There must be a lack of oxygen......

In a small space, it is difficult to breathe.

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It's the private underground garage again.

Youqin followed Cen Nan all the way to a duplex flat on the 13th floor. The decoration tone of cool colors, there are only some simple furniture furnishings in the whole house.

Cen Nan pushed open the door of the innermost room, and Qin followed, and what caught his eye was three iMacs running at high speed, and a hand-painted screen estimated to be 20 inches in size. On the table were a pile of scribbles, brushes, overnight takeout, and drinks.

"Hmm...... What are they? ”

Cen Nan lit up the hand-painted screen and looked at Youqin: "What do you think?" ”