Yin Anan took the bag, stepped on high heels, and waited downstairs at the company where Luo Xiaojun worked.

At this moment he happened to come to the door.

Yin An looked at him quietly and said, "Let's talk when we have time in the afternoon." ”

Luo Xiaojun nodded and said, "Okay." ”

After Yin Anan finished speaking, he left without looking back.

She didn't want to explain anymore, Luo Xiaojun's words and deeds were already very gloomy, and she continued to entangle, like a clown.

In the evening, the company temporarily added a meeting, Luo Xiaojun looked at the time, and it was too late to go to the appointment, so he gave her a message.

Sitting in the appointed restaurant, Yin Anan looked out the window alone in a daze, the lights of the car flashed, stabbing her eyes, and the text message sounded on her mobile phone.

"An An, I'm sorry, I can't work overtime today, I'll make an appointment another day."

This is the longest paragraph Luo Xiaojun has sent to her recently.

She remembered that her father once told her that girls should live freely and freely, and they should not be sad for boys.

That's right, it's really boring to struggle with whether a boy loves you or not every day.

Picking up the bag, Yin Anan went back to the company to deal with affairs, and the new batch of clothing designs had not yet been reviewed.

Shen Mu, an employee of the company, is an intern, he has just graduated from college and is a newcomer, so he studies late every day before leaving.

Just as he was about to leave, Yin Anan came to the office.

"Miss Yin is still coming to the company so late? Everyone is off work. ”

When she looked up, she saw the handsome young man, holding a stack of documents in his hand.

"What, do you want to take these back to see?"

Shen Mu nodded.

"Don't work too hard." Yin Anan said.

Shen Mu smiled innocently: "Even the boss's daughter works so hard, and we ordinary people should work harder." ”

Yin Anan listened and nodded: "Go back early." ”

After that, he walked into his office.

At eleven o'clock, Luo Xiaojun came out of the company and took a detour to the apartment where Mu Xiaoxin lived, he wanted to talk to her.

I knocked on the door for a long time, but no one opened it.

Just wanted to leave, hesitated for a moment, then thought of Li Nian on the other side, turned around and knocked on his door, but there was still no one.

Neither of these two are there?

He looked at the closed door of the two gates in confusion, they should have gone out together, and it took a long time to turn around and leave.

This scene happened to be seen by Yin An'an.

She wanted to come to Mu Xiaoxin to talk to her heart and complain, but she unexpectedly saw him.

Luo Xiaojun! I was busy wanting to take a look at her, but I didn't have time to pay attention to myself. Yin Anan smiled bitterly.

This fool, after so many years, he has only seen his heart white, and after so many years, he knows that what he really likes is Mu Xiaoxin who can't let go or give up.

An An remembered that when he was in college, he took her home to see the sunflowers, and every scenery he talked about was inseparable from Mu Xiaoxin.

It's just that at that time, she naively thought that Luo Xiaojun often mentioned Mu Xiaoxin just because they grew up together, and now she knows that his life has never been inseparable from that person.

Why is he only innocent of his mind now?

Only Mu Xiaoxin is the most sober, she knows that she loves Luo Xiaojun, and has been in love for so many years.

And Yin An'an, she laughed self-deprecatingly, and actually thought that Luo Xiaojun loved herself.

She remembered that year, Luo Xiaojun introduced to her with joy: "This is the best scenery we have here, Mu Xiaoxin, that stupid man, often got lost in the sunflower field when he was a child and couldn't find it." ”

She thought that he just wanted to tell her that the sunflower field was very big, and she would get lost if she went in, but now that she thinks about it, in fact, his heart is full of Mu Xiaoxin, and he has her in every word.