So if he does those cliché things to him, will she like it too?

Yan Rusheng hesitated for a while, and decided to give it a try, "What kind of flowers are more appropriate?" ”

Young Master Lu was holding his forehead over there, and said with emotion from the bottom of his heart: "Yan Rusheng, I finally understand why Fang Jiayin left in the first place, you don't even know what flowers to send after a woman, it is really enough for her to endure you for a few years." ”

After saying a word of grievance for Fang Jiayin, he immediately continued: "Of course it's a passionate rose, I think your EQ must have been eaten by your IQ." ”

Young Master Lu was like an aunt, counting and teaching him how to do it, "Candlelight dinner, you haven't taken a woman to eat, you've always seen it on TV, right?" After dinner, take her home to see Fifty Shades of Grey, and you'll have an unexpected reward. ”

"I'll send you the seeds when I get home from work, and you can read them when you come home after your candlelight dinner."

Yan Rusheng listened carefully, and when Lu Yinan's voice completely stopped, he understood, "Oh".

Hanging up the phone, he began to talk about the candlelit dinner.

Order flowers, order gifts.

More important than any work piled up on his desk.

When everything was ready, he settled down and threw himself into his work.

These days, they both have to work extra hours in the company every night, and when there are many things, it will be dark.

The hour hand was already pointing to six o'clock, he quickly packed up all the papers, then got up and went to the room to tidy up his appearance in the mirror, and then went out in style.

Pulling open the door, his gaze went straight to Wen's lifelike position.

The smile on his face froze suddenly, what about people?

The lifelike position was empty, she was nowhere to be seen, the table was cleaned, the computer was closed, and it was obvious that the person was gone.

Stupid woman, play solo with him again!

Yan Rusheng was very annoyed, and quickly took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed Wen Xuxu's number.

However, the response is 'The user you are calling is turned off'.

"Wen Xuxu, don't let Lao Tzu find you."

He clenched his phone, raised his foot, and walked angrily towards the elevator.

……

The whole city of Kyoto was plunged into a bustling night, and Yan Rusheng drove a car aimlessly around the noisy city center.

didn't go home, wasn't at grandpa's, didn't go to an orphanage so far away, didn't go with Zhou Shuang, where would she go?

'Then how is Ah Heng?' ’

Wen lifelike, how nice would it be if you just got angry and went out for a walk alone......

Xu Xu got out of the car, her eyes were the first to look at the window of the study on the second floor, the lights were bright, she took a deep breath, and then took a step and walked into the courtyard.

Enter the door, change your shoes, and go upstairs.

"Where did you go at night?"

As soon as he turned around, a low and cold voice suddenly came from front of him.

She paused, looking up.

Yan Rusheng leaned against the door of the study, wearing the white loungewear he wore most often, soft fabric, loose and loose, and his hands in his trouser pockets.

A pair of black eyes like black jade firmly locked the lifelike little face with a big palm, as if not letting go of any of her expressions or eyes.

But just as Xu Xu opened his mouth to answer, he suddenly interrupted her again, "Don't turn off the phone next time you go out, I won't find you anywhere." ”

He thought, no matter where she has gone, who she has met, no matter how late she is, the place she will return to will still be this home, right?

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