On Sunday afternoon, Tang Xin rarely left her pianist boyfriend to go shopping with me. During afternoon tea, I casually mentioned that I was going to the president's uncle's house for dinner next Saturday, and immediately gave Tang Xin the opportunity to laugh at me.

"Oh, isn't this just going to meet my parents......" Tang Xin looked at me with a smile.

"It's a visit to a friend's house! What's the big deal? It's not like I haven't been there before......" I glared at her angrily.

"Oh? Been there before? Tang Xin asked with interest.

"I would go to his house on weekends to study...... What's wrong? I glanced at Tang Xin with a weak heart. Even though she was my best friend, I was ashamed to confess to her that the real reason I went to the president's house was to escape from reality.

"A young girl in the flower season goes to the male classmate every now and then...... Learn? Sounds intriguing......"

Under Tang Xin's ambiguous gaze, I couldn't help but panic. "You're thinking too much, it's really just going to study!" The thought of my former self sleeping comfortably beside him, regardless of his reserve and image, I couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Tang Xin held his chin and looked at me for a while, before he said: "It's okay if you don't admit it, it's because I'm thinking too much, anyway, everything is in the past, and there's no point in discussing it again......"

"Well......" Whenever I touch on the "past", I always involuntarily fall into the mire of memories.

After a pause, Tang Xin then asked, "So what do you think now?" ”

"We are indeed just colleagues...... "I knew that with Tang Xin's understanding of me, she must be able to easily see my inferiority complex and vacillation, so I never told her about the existence of Cangyu.

"Really?" Tang Xin smiled indifferently and ended the topic without a trace.

I stirred the coffee in my cup, and bitter ripples rippled in my heart. Even if I could convince myself to forgive him for saying goodbye, it wouldn't change our relationship. After all, the decision is never in my hands. I learned early on how to give up with dignity. Since it is destined to be unobtainable, it is better to pretend that it is not rare and does not care from the beginning, so that at least you can retain a trace of dignity for yourself.

The following Monday morning was doubly tougher than usual. In addition to trying to deal with the constant sleep accidents, I also had to be distracted and confused about how to deal with the president. I decided to keep my distance from him, but considering that I was still relying on his ride on Saturday, I didn't want to be too cold. Just as I was distressed about this matter, I saw that the president returned to the editorial office with a full face. He nodded and smiled as he walked, as if we had never been at odds with each other. The president's gesture of overture for no reason is already very suspicious, and coupled with Luo Xiang's fanning the flames in our chat group, everyone naturally can't believe that he is sincere in making peace with us.

"He laughed so horribly......"

"I've got goosebumps......"

"I don't know who he doesn't like again......"

"It's okay to be picky, just don't let us work overtime......"

Fortunately, everyone's ominous premonition did not come true, and the president's good mood lasted all day. He not only talked and laughed with everyone, but also promised to arrange a rest for everyone after the book launch was over. As soon as these words came out, everyone's defenses were instantly dismantled, and no one suspected that the president had other plans, and even Luo Xiang said in a roundabout way that he was wrong to blame the president.

"The president is indeed a good person...... Luo Xiang sighed in the group.

Although people blame stress and fatigue on the president's uncertainties these days, I can't believe that someone who can't control their emotions can still keep their head clear, and I can't believe that just two days off can restore a person who has lost control of their emotions.

Before getting off work, Yan Ke came to the president with a stack of documents to sign. I learned from Yan Ke's report mixed with countless beautiful words that at the meeting of the publicity and planning department this morning, Cang Yu expressed in public that he was very satisfied with the new book signing planned by the president. I think that's why the president is in a good mood.

I see...... Looking at Yan Ke, who was dancing with his eyebrows, and the president with a smile on the corner of his mouth, I felt lonely in my heart. Without waiting for the bell to ring, I picked up my backpack and left the editorial office gloomily.