Jiang Chacha reluctantly said goodbye to the unicorn.

Even though her birthday hadn't come yet, she had already figured out where such a beautiful unicorn should be placed in her home.

With 500 million debts left, she gritted her teeth and wondered if she could bring this unicorn with her when she returned to the real world after paying off her debts.

She really, really liked it!!

The sudden surprise tonight gave her a good mood for the day, and before she went to bed, her lips were up, and her dreams were sweet.

It may be that thinking about it day and night made her dream of the unicorn given to her by Si Zichen tonight.

The unicorn was exactly the same as she had seen in the evening, set with diamonds.

Strangely, the unicorn in this dream came to life, and it also grew wings, and it ran in the sky like a horse, and when it ran, its wings shook off bright points of light. It ran and ran, and finally changed direction and ran towards itself.

A few steps away from her, it came to a slow halt.

The black eyes made of precious stones had a dreamy and cold texture, but at this moment it came to life, and it gently opened its eyes and looked towards itself.

It's beautiful.

She muttered softly as she slept, turned her head and turned over again, and continued to fall asleep.

The next day, she was going to go about her life as usual again.

It's only been a day or two.

Jiang Cha Cha always felt that his life had changed a lot. And the root cause of her feeling is that the student union has two more familiar people with her.

Si Zichen's dog skin plaster is okay, although he is the most difficult to do, but he doesn't come to school every day, and it is good to be able to come two or three times a week.

Lately, he's been busier with his work, hardly come to class, and every time he enters the classroom, he is nowhere to be seen in his seat.

It may be that he has better traffic and more workload, and Jiang Chacha didn't think much about it.

When Jiang Cha Cha sat in the office, he was often in a daze.

She likes to spin her pen and stare at the table.

Wen Huaizhi on the other side didn't know why, his temperament was even more elusive, his face was expressionless at the end of the day, strangely silent, she barely spoke to him.

Jiang Cha Cha didn't bother to guess his mind.

In fact, it's okay, if you fight with him every day like before, you will be tired to death.

In the afternoon, Wen Huaizhi went out and was not there.

He had a coat on the back of his chair and a half-drunk cup of coffee on the desk opposite. The American-style burnt scent floated in the room, and even the smell of neutral perfume that Wen Huaizhi was used to spraying on her body was faintly stained on her hair.

Although he is gone, it seems that he can be seen in every corner of this president's office.

This is annoying.

She hated smelling Huaizhi, though she didn't like the smell of him on her.

Now you don't have to turn on the air conditioner every day and keep the windows closed, as you did a month or two ago. Ginger Cha Cha got up and went to open the window for ventilation.

Autumn is even better, and the fingers that push the window immediately feel the cold wind, and the scenery that catches your eye is far less vibrant than the summer greenery.

I always feel that when I see such autumn colors, people can become quieter.

Her gaze gradually shifted from distance to near, and soon, she saw a man like autumn. The color of his long legs and trousers was the color of the dirt in the autumn park, a dark brown like an espresso.

In twenty degrees, he wore a light shirt. The sleeves on his wrists were pulled up, and the bridge of his nose was rested with gentle gold-rimmed glasses, and if she hadn't noticed that his lips were lighter than the ones she had just been indoors, she might not have felt that he would be afraid of the cold.

He was under the tree, and the leaves on the tree were almost gone, leaving only a few sparse pieces, so Jiang Cha Cha could see his full figure.

He stood there, as if answering the phone.

Originally, Jiang Chacha should not have been interested in his affairs at all.

But maybe he entered that bloody landscape, and when he saw the bloody wounds under his clothes, he couldn't help but want to peek at him to see if he would encounter anything else...... Sad thing.

She doesn't think she's a very virgin person, but she's an ordinary girl who is always moved by compassion, she's not a cold-blooded animal, and she can't stand by when something happens.

Does this count as a voyeur of him?

Jiang Chacha didn't know, although Wen Huaizhi would never find her from the perspective of her high-rise building, she might still be very jealous of this dangerous man in her heart, so she hid behind the curtain and went to look at him secretly.

After watching and peeking for a long time, he still stood there answering the phone, and there was no emotional fluctuation on his face, just very plain, like him.

Ginger Cha Cha quickly lost interest.

She lowered the curtains and walked away.

Not long after she left the window, when the curtain swayed to regain its calm, the man downstairs who answered the phone with his eyes down finally moved his eyelids, and he looked at where the girl had just stood, and the narrow eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses slowly closed slightly under the refraction of the sunlight.

(End of chapter)