The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, with the last bit of spring chill, Shi Miao didn't bring an umbrella, and the rain fell down her hair drop by drop, smashing on the carpet in the hotel corridor.

Silently.

Her fingers and body were stiff, she didn't feel pain, she didn't feel cold.

She closed her eyes, and after a long while, she finally raised her hand and knocked on the door.

No one answered.

She rubbed her eyes and looked at the room number on it - yes, yes.

So, hasn't he come yet?

Shi Miao didn't knock on the door again, and squatted directly against the wall.

It was only at this time that she noticed the cold, raised her head and looked at the air conditioning outlet above her head for a while, and then lowered her eyes again.

So when will he come?

Will he keep her waiting here?

According to his previous inferiority, Shi Miao had no doubt that he could do such a thing.

From where he will meet...... She guessed it.

Thinking of the memories of being here four years ago, Shi Miao's hands couldn't help but clench again, and his teeth bit his lips out of blood.

I don't know how long it took, but her phone suddenly started vibrating.

She immediately picked it up, "Hello? ”

The man over there didn't speak, but Shi Miao could hear his breathing.

She pursed her lips and took the initiative to ask, "When are you coming over?" ”

"What do you mean?" He finally spoke.

What does that mean?

Shi Miao didn't come back to her senses, and then, the door next to her suddenly opened.

The man was holding his phone and looking at her with a blank face.

Shi Miao realized later, "It turns out that you have arrived." ”

The corners of Rong Ji's lips pursed tightly, "You won't knock on the door and won't call?" ”

Shi Miao wanted to explain that he had knocked on the door, but after thinking about it, he felt that it didn't seem to make sense, so he was just silent.

Rong didn't look at her anymore, and turned around and walked inside.

Shi Miao followed him slowly.

With each step forward, her heart tightened, and it felt like venom burrowed into her limbs and bones, blocking her mouth and nose so that she couldn't even breathe.

Rong Ji sat on the sofa in the living room, with a computer and several documents spread out in front of him.

Shi Miao did not continue to move forward.

He didn't seem to pay attention to her presence at all, put on the headphones again, and said anything to the person on the phone, without even looking at her again.

Shi Miao looked at him for a while, then lowered his eyes.

Every minute and every second after that was torment.

He ignored her presence, and she didn't know what she had to do, so she could only stand there.

I don't know how long it took, but his long conference call finally ended, and Shi Miao heard him say goodbye, and immediately quietly raised his eyes.

But he still didn't look at her.

After adjusting her breathing repeatedly, she tried to speak, her voice hoarse and difficult, "Young Master." ”

The man's hand tapping on the keyboard paused slightly, but there was still no expression on his face, only a hum.

"You're looking for me......"

Every word he spat out was like a polished blade scraping against her heart and throat, and then stomping her dignity on the ground mercilessly.

Shi Miao couldn't help but close his eyes.

And Rong didn't continue to work, he leaned back on the sofa and squinted at her.

steps, he has already gotted.

Opportunity, he also gave.

This is his last bottom line, and it is impossible to move half a point for her.

He didn't want her fake tenderness and love anymore, and now what he wanted was her willingness, the surrender that broke her bones.