Yang Zimo came back from outside, turned on the computer, and an email box popped up, and the sender did not shy away from signing his name Yan Yan, who was Muyang's mother, she remembered.

Zi Mo hesitated twice, but clicked on the unknown email.

One o'clock open, the picture of a man and a woman dancing occupies almost the entire computer page, the picture is very clear, the man's suit and leather shoes are expressionless, one hand is on the girl's shoulder, and the other hand is on the girl's slender waist. The girl's pink dress smiled, one jade hand on the boy's shoulder, and the other on the boy's waist.

What a glaring picture.

She slammed the computer shut, took a deep breath, and told herself over and over again that it wasn't true.

When she calmed down and turned on the computer again, the mouse slowly slid down to take several photos taken from different angles.

She even felt that the two people above were a good match, the man was cold, the woman was delicate, and the picture was beautiful and harmonious.

Slide until the end, there is a line of words: Introduction, Young Master Su's fiancée, Yu Wanran.

The memory goes back to yesterday, and Yu Wanran made a video call to her.

"Zi Mo, he invited me to the dance tonight." Yu Wanran stayed in the bedroom and sat on the dresser, "This is the first time he has officially invited me, how about you look at my makeup?" ”

Yang Zimo was happy for her, the light makeup was neither high-profile nor elegant, it was very suitable for her, honest and praised, "It's good-looking." ”

"Can you help me pick out which dress to wear tonight?" As he spoke, he walked over and opened a few wardrobes, and the colorful skirts showed up in a high tone.

Yu Wanran picked out a few things that were more satisfactory and put them on the bed, and then compared them to her one by one.

"You try a pink dress, it should match your makeup better."

How to turn off the computer, how to get to bed, she doesn't remember.

Even Ye Xiaoxiao came back quietly, she didn't know, but she obviously couldn't sleep.

Ye Xiaoxiao was very surprised when she came back, the light went out, she glanced at the time several times to make sure she was not mistaken, it was neither early nor too late, anyway, she had never seen Zi Mo sleep so early before this. Although she was puzzled, she didn't bother her, just because she was too tired today.

I don't know when I fell asleep last night, Yang Zimo woke up the next day, turned on his mobile phone, more than a dozen caller IDs, and WeChat messages, all from one person.

Zi Mo sat up with his arm propped up on the bed, the sky was spinning for a while, his headache was splitting, he took out his mobile phone in a trance, squinted and looked at the latest WeChat message, and it took a long time to decipher the small and vague font: I'm downstairs.

Ye Xiaoxiao saw that Zimo was uncomfortable, so she went to the café early in the morning and didn't call her, so she asked for leave for her by the way.

Zi Mo held his forehead, his whole body was soft like a deflated balloon, staring at those words in a daze for a long time before he was unable to put it down, and the moment he put down his phone, tears fell silently.

The person Wanran likes is Muyang, the person Wanran has to wait for is Muyang, and Wanran's fiancé is Muyang.

They were getting engaged, and she now knew that it was her boyfriend who was about to take her hand and walk into the wedding hall.

Her boyfriend is about to complete an engagement with another woman, and she has been kept in the bones like a fool for so long.

What the hell is she?

My brain was scattered, I thought about too many things, and finally I hugged my knees and cried bitterly.

When Ye Xiaoxiao came back at night, Zi Mo sat motionless on the chair, his eyes were hollow, and his eyes were obviously red and swollen.

"Zi Mo," Ye Xiaoxiao hesitated, lowered his voice and said, "He's still downstairs, say ...... Will wait until you see him. ”

Downstairs in the dormitory, under the almost bare maple tree, a man had been standing there since the beginning of the morning, waiting for someone who might never be able to wait again.

- There you go. Zi Mo replied to his first message.

Su Muyang came back in seconds.

-I'm sorry.

- Momo, how are you doing to see me?