Gu Jing flipped out a photo of Mu Xingyun, which was still a photo taken when they were in college, when they were presiding over the school celebration together.

The driver took a look at it and couldn't help but admire, the time that can't go back, the old appearance in the old time, is really beautiful and splendid!

Gu Jing took back his phone.

"I'll bring her my phone and cake, thank you." Gu Jing got off the bus with a cake, and he put a few hundred yuan on the seat.

The driver looked back

"Hey! I didn't mean that, you take the money back. The driver shouted loudly towards Gu Jingyuan's tall back.

"You're a good guy! With a little care, you deserve to hold it. After Gu Jing finished speaking, he waved at him.

Mu Xingyun was dealing with the documents in a hurry, and she suddenly thought that she needed to call her mother and say that she couldn't go back. The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she became, she couldn't find her phone everywhere, and suddenly an inexplicable emotion hit, she cried uncontrollably again, she hated herself so fragile that she couldn't even stop crying.

She tried to calm herself down, wiping down one tissue after another. Her eyes were swollen and the makeup on her face was spent, and she felt that there should be nothing worse than bad today!

She got up, ignoring her embarrassed face, and planned to go to the front desk to call her mother and say first, sorry, she can't go back again! Then call by the way to see if your mobile phone has been picked up by a well-wisher.

As soon as Mu Xingyun walked out of the office, he saw his colleagues whispering and laughing, so lively. Ay! It's really everyone's joy, I'm alone! Perhaps, this is what real life is!

Mu Xingyun walked to the front desk, and suddenly, his eyes fell on the familiar Gu Jing. The tall and straight figure was talking to someone on the phone. She looked fixedly, almost panicked, and then quickly turned around, pretending not to see.

When the phone rang, her mother's voice was as gentle as ever, without accusation, without any extravagant expectations for her, just kept asking her to take care of herself.

After Mu Xingyun said a few words hastily, she hurriedly hung up the phone, she was afraid that if she said one more word, she would collapse defenselessly.

Mu Xingyun sorted out her emotions, she dialed her phone, and the familiar phone rang in the office.

Gu Jing hung up the phone, turned around, and looked at Mu Xingyun's emaciated back. He put his hand in the pocket of his suit and slowly took out Mu Xingyun's mobile phone.

Mu Xingyun turned around looking for the source of the sound, and his anxious look just collided with Gu Jing, who was full of warmth. Mu Xingyun hurriedly glanced at it, the heat in her eyes, she was afraid that if she looked at it more, she would ignite some inexplicable feelings that she couldn't put in this cold world.

"Borrow a step to speak." Gu Jing held his mobile phone and asked Mu Xingyun.

"It's almost two o'clock, I'm going to work soon" Mu Xingyun said with some evasion, she understood Gu Jing's heart for her better than anyone else, but she also understood Niannian's deep affection for Gu Jing better than anyone else. In this life, Gu Jing can take any woman, but it must not be himself. In her limited pale years, Nian Nian's friendship with her was her most precious treasure, and she could not bear to fail her, nor could she live up to her.

"Then I'll sit here and wait for you, wait for you to get off work!" After Gu Jing finished speaking, he sat on the sofa.

Mu Xingyun walked over, Gu Jing handed her the phone, Mu Xingyun held the warm mobile phone, this warmth seemed to carry Gu Jing's wild and elegant atmosphere.

Mu Xingyun entered the office amid the curiosity and discussion of his colleagues.

Some thick-skinned colleagues still chased after and chattered to follow up the office, and Mu Xingyun kicked them out on the grounds that they wanted to work.

Gu Jing arranged some things that he thought he had to do and couldn't not do.

The gentleman has some patience, but there is also some intolerance.

He listened to the recording several times, and the more he listened, the more difficult it became to control himself.