The snow-colored silver wings smoothly arced gracefully, and stopped at the elevator entrance lightly.

Yan Zhibin took the document handed by the assistant in a light beige suit and headed towards the elevator.

The elevator door opened, and Yin Yin was standing outside the door.

He hung up the phone and handed it to his assistant, surprised, "What's wrong?" ”

Yin Yin spoke: "Mr. Yan, Mu Yiwei is in the reception room." ”

Yan Zhibin raised his hand to stop the management who hugged him, and said slowly: "I won't open it first, I'll wash my face." ”

Yin Yin nodded and turned around, his voice was already coming from behind: "What's the matter?" ”

Yin Yin groaned: "She doesn't really want the Tang sisters to be on the same stage. ”

An almost inaudible sound of relief passed, Yin Yin turned around, and only a cool breeze was left on her face.

The floor-to-ceiling windows on the west side are a whole area, and at sunset, the sun lingers in the whole room.

Yan Zhi stood outside the glass door, his eyes slowly rising along the silhouette dragging on the ground.

The woman in the red suit with her hair in a high bun was standing in front of the window, her fingertips erected, and light smoke curling.

His gaze finally froze on the clear smoke, and the light and shadow diffused and blurred.

Ten years, countless midnight dreams are all under the tall fir tree, long hair shawl, wearing a naked white cotton skirt girl, like an angel face smile, astringent and sweet.

The light and shadow are looping, but they are no longer the same as the young people they were when they first met.

The sound of pushing the door came, Mu Yi turned around slightly, looking at the figure outlined by the red light from afar, lonely and lonely.

Suddenly, he quickened his steps and went straight to her side, and the hand he stretched out went straight to the cigarette that had burned out at her fingertips.

Mu Yiwei subconsciously stepped back and spun over the wide desk.

His hand froze in mid-air, and he only received a palm full of cigarette ash.

Mu Yiwei reacted at this time, turned the cigarette butt upside down and pressed it directly to the palm of his hand, raised his eyes and smiled: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yan, I thought you wouldn't be able to come back-"

Yin Yin said that he turned to another city, and it was very likely that he would not be able to come back, and she was just waiting for Yin Yin to get off work.

The smell of burnt skin and flesh spread, Yan Zhibin lowered his head and swallowed the water in his eyes, and took two steps back to distance themselves from each other: "Yiwei, how have you been doing these years?" ”

"Okay."

Then the good words of Lisuo without the slightest hesitation completely defeated the last line of defense of Yan Zhibin.

Covering her face with her hands and turning around, he wiped away the water on her face, and he finally hurt her to the point that she couldn't even be a friend.

Silent and swift, Mu Yiwei's eyes were always fixed on the hem of his suit, dazed.

She and Yan Zhibin are not the people who speak like lotus flowers, so they can easily find the reason for their silence, which was and is still the case.

'Bell-' the phone rang suddenly.

Mu Yiwei came back to his senses, raised his hand and pressed it to refuse to listen, but the phone rang again.

"You answer the phone first." He calmed down and said softly.

Mu Yiwei was helpless, so he had to take it, and Ren Ze's roar had followed.

"Mu Yiwei, are you still human? My mother has always treated you as her own daughter, she is sick, will you die if you look at her? That's Mom, it's Mom—"

Putting the phone away from his ear, seeing the endless scolding on the other side, Mu Yiwei was slightly irritable, and opened his mouth: "Mr. Ren, my mother, died fifteen years ago." ”

Ren Ze was choked up, and she hung up the phone neatly.

He said slowly: "What's wrong?" ”

"A little personal matter."

Yan Zhibin said stubbornly: "What private matter? ”

Mu Yiwei turned around and said, "There are some private matters at home." ”

"At home?" He wondered.

Mu Yiwei is an orphan, she was adopted at the age of eight and grew up with her adoptive mother, and she was the only one left when her adoptive mother died before college.

"What's going on at home?" His voice was so steady that he couldn't hear the slightest emotion.

Mu Yiwei's heart suddenly became angry, and he subconsciously blurted out: "Stop Bin!" ”

"I'm here."

The natural and calm and clear response, just like the years.

But like a sharp arrow soaked in venom through her chest, those long-ago memories were evoked with bloody barbs, piercing her in pain.

Mu Yiwei touched his chest with his hand and slammed the palm imprint against the railing of the floor-to-ceiling window to offset the pain in his heart.

The words were polite and his eyes were down, and his eyes were full of loneliness: "Yiwei, I ...... ten years ago"

"I know, Yin Yin has said that something happened to your family." Mu Yiwei took his words, cold as cold.