Nan Kang stretched out his hand to pat Zheng Yue's back, and the force gently made people subconsciously relax.

Zheng Yue's crying grievances, and now that Nankang is by her side, she can't hold back her emotions.

"Nine times out of ten, life is not as good as it should be." Nankang said.

Seeing the stains on Zheng Yue's skirt, Nankang directly sent a message to the secretary to bring a new set of clothes, and he hugged Zheng Yue to coax people.

Zheng Yue cried for a while, and she also sobered up a lot.

She was very close to Nankang at this time, and instantly smelled the familiar smell of tobacco on the other party, as well as a little cologne.

Zheng Yue realized that she and Nan Kang were too intimate, but now she didn't know how to deal with such a situation, so she cried wrongly, and in the depths of her heart that she had not yet noticed, the estrangement between her and Nan Kang was slowly disappearing.

This was a peace of mind she had never gotten before, and Zheng Yue seemed to hear a voice in her heart longing.

"I'm sorry." Zheng Yue said softly.

She slowly parted from the people, her cheeks flushed like apples.

The imaginary ugliness did not appear, Zheng Yue put on the newly bought clothes, and did not lose the job in his hand.

The only difference is that the relationship between her and Nankang seems to be one step closer.

It is also a weekend time, which is a day when Murong Qiao will set aside part of his time to go to the company every week.

She planned to go back to school after finishing the company's affairs as usual, but when she arrived downstairs at the company, she found that there were snowflakes in the sky.

Murong Qiao stretched out his hand to catch a little white in his field of vision, and clearly watched the little snowflakes melt in his palm, accompanied by a little coolness.

"Time is so fast." Murong Qiao couldn't help but sigh.

After going to college, I was always busy, but I didn't expect that it would be winter in the blink of an eye, and the first snow came so suddenly.

She didn't bring an umbrella today, she didn't bring any protection against the cold, she just wore a sweater to protect herself from the cold, but this was obviously not enough.

Even after standing at the door for a while, the tip of Murong Qiao's nose turned a lot red, and his hands and feet gradually faded from the temperature in the room and became cold.

She sniffed, looked at the cars coming and going on the side of the street, and took out her mobile phone to make a reservation for a car, only to find that the software was already full, and it would take at least thirty minutes to get the car.

Helplessly, Murong Qiao took a step and planned to go to the nearest bus stop.

"Tick-" The sound of the horn sounded not far away.

Murong Qiao subconsciously glanced up, and saw a familiar person sitting in the car, pressing the horn to attract his attention.

"Huo Yichen?" Murong Qiao screamed in a daze.

Seeing Murong Qiao looking up, Huo Yichen also got out of the car and walked towards her.

"Why don't you know to call me when it's snowing?" Huo Yichen's smiling voice reached her ears.

Along with the voice came a scarf with his body temperature, which was wrapped around Murong Qiao's neck, isolating the cold of the outside world at once.

The sky suddenly became cold, Murong Qiao touched the scarf that suddenly came out, and his heart softened.

When did Huo Yichen come?

seemed to have a glimpse of what she was thinking, Huo Yichen answered her doubts in the next sentence.

"It's snowing, and I'm afraid you don't have much to wear." Huo Yichen touched her head.

While he was talking, his hands were not idle, holding Murong Qiao's bare hands in the palm of his hand, and helping people to warm it with heat.

He didn't say that he knew Murong Qiao's whereabouts, and knew that the other party came back to the company every weekend, so he quietly followed behind Murong Qiao, otherwise he wouldn't have appeared so timely.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, but Murong Qiao's heart is getting hotter and hotter.

"Get in the car and say, it's cold outside." Huo Yichen proposed.

Murong Qiao nodded, obediently followed Huo Yichen and got into the car with him.

As soon as I got into the car, I felt the heating on my face, and the air conditioning in the car was turned on very much, which immediately relieved the cold on my body.

"Back to school?" Huo Yichen started the car and asked her.

Murong Qiao nodded, his eyes fell to the scenery outside the window, and his thoughts were complicated.

She was mentally prepared to go back in embarrassment, but Huo Yichen suddenly appeared in front of her like this, which touched the softness in Murong Qiao's heart.

The questions that I didn't think about seriously in the past suddenly surfaced one after another, so that Murong Qiao had to pay attention to these problems.

What is the relationship between her and Huo Yichen?

Murong Qiao, who was thinking about the question in his heart, unconsciously fell on Huo Yichen's side face.

He is almost suffocating in his good looks, it is a kind of innocence with coldness and rejection, and with the snow scene outside, Huo Yichen is noble and elegant, like the top of a snowy mountain, which is not easily touched.

"Will the air conditioner be too hot?" Huo Yichen noticed the gaze and asked her softly.

Murong Qiao was stunned for a moment, then replied. "It's fine."

But he is so gentle with himself, and he is not like him.

The unique difference made Murong Qiao particularly excited, and she had to admit that when she was with Huo Yichen, her heartbeat inevitably accelerated.

Murong Qiao remembered the jokes made by his roommates about him, and he also remembered the speeches on the forum that talked about their relationship.

Some people even think that they must have been together for a long time, and they are inseparable every day.

"Huo Yichen," Murong Qiao took a deep breath. "Are you serious about what you want to say with me?"

She remembered that the other party had said her mind before, but this time it was different, when she saw the other party driving to pick her up on the street, Murong Qiao had to admit that she was really tempted.

Maybe she can try and try to be with Huo Yichen.

"Naturally, I'm serious, if it weren't for the fear that you would be scared away, I would love to talk to you every day." Huo Yichen replied to her.

His tone of voice is always calm and a little cold, which makes people feel unconsciously convinced, and can also make his words seem extraordinarily sincere.

Murong Qiao was dumbfounded, his mind suddenly went blank for a moment, and he didn't know what to say.

She thought that Huo Yichen would answer tactfully, or something else, but she didn't expect him to be so sincere and undisguised, so he told her answer bluntly.

"I like you, Jojo." Huo Yichen replied to her seriously. "You don't have to worry that I'm just a temporary liking for you or something, and I don't have any plans, I just don't want you to be sad, that's all."

Murong Qiao stopped talking, she pursed her lips, but she was flushed but had her own consciousness, and quickly rushed to her cheeks.

It's as if she just threw down the hook, or even the kind that didn't have bait, but Huo Yichen, a big fish, willingly bit the hook and was caught directly by her.

"I don't want you to be a burden," Huo Yichen sighed, "I like a flower, so I want it to grow beautiful and delicate, not to pick it." ”

There was a little relaxation in his tone when he spoke, and he didn't want the atmosphere to become heavy, but only Huo Yichen himself could detect the tension contained in this relaxation.

But the only thing he remembered was that he had fallen in love with Murong Qiao a long time ago, and as early as when he hadn't understood his mind, Murong Qiao already had a different position in his heart than others.

"During the time when my mother died, I always felt lonely when I returned to the Huo family." Huo Yichen couldn't help it as soon as he said it.

"You're the only thing that keeps me going."

(End of chapter)