"Then since you're not sure, do you want to join us for New Year's Eve?"

Xu Xian is talking about us, she and Liao Qiqi.

Shen Qiang refused, tomorrow is the 31st, she wants to see what Song Boli said to accompany her. She has selfish intentions, maybe the relationship between the two will change because of the New Year's Eve. After all, he offered to accompany her, which he never said.

On the same day, the dormitories were completed one after another. Only Shen Qiang was left. Until she ordered takeout in the dormitory and finished dinner, she still didn't receive the message of Song Boli's invitation.

Guessing that he had forgotten, she extinguished her phone and rubbed her sour eyes.

Song Boli's indifference and neglect of her had made her feel used to it.

Once raw and twice ripe, Shen Qiang was not much uncomfortable. Fortunately, she didn't expect much that he would remember, otherwise today's disappointment would have kept her awake at night.

The clock strikes at twelve o'clock, and the TV station broadcasts the countdown to the New Year's Eve.

From 11:59 on the 31st to 00:00 on the 1st, it is collectively referred to as New Year's Eve. It is the most meaningful existence on New Year's Day.

Shen Qiang stood on a narrow balcony and looked up at the sky in the port city where every inch of land was valuable, and brilliant fireworks lit up in the dark night, illuminating the entire Hong Kong Island.

The aperture was reflected on her face, Shen Qiang clicked on her mobile phone and sent a red envelope to Zhuang Fangjie, with a sentence: [Mom, Happy New Year's Day, everything goes well in the new year. 】

One click on WeChat, and the person at the top came into view.

The noisy night outside and the lively atmosphere are incompatible with her who is lonely at the moment, she is wondering if she didn't refuse Xu Xian and them to celebrate the New Year's Eve because of Song Boli yesterday, would she have a part in this excitement today.

She retracted her gaze, but her hand subconsciously clicked on Song Boli's chat box, and her hand trembled and said Happy New Year.

I don't know if this sentence is to prove to herself that she really doesn't feel bad and doesn't mind, or if she just wants to remind him that you forgot about it again today.

She didn't expect him to reply. The next second, his reply was caught off guard.

——[Happy New Year, I promise to accompany you on New Year's Day, tomorrow night at seven o'clock, see you or leave.] 】

It turned out that he had not forgotten the promise he had made to accompany her. His so-called New Year's Day is January 1, not the early morning of the 31st.

It's just that she can't help but feel ridiculous and sarcastic, is it in his heart, can they only meet at the appointed time?

Say that New Year's Day is New Year's Day, can't it be the day before New Year's Day?

Can't we see each other for two days in a row?

Obviously, he can return in seconds now, which proves that he is not busy with anything at hand, but he did not ask her out.

Another message was the address of a restaurant he had sent. The Garden Restaurant on the highest floor in the central area of the port city overlooks the entire Victoria Harbour and the bustling night view of the port city.

Shen Qiang didn't want to go to this kind of high-end restaurant, and she didn't know why, maybe it was because of low self-esteem.

Shen Qiang thought for a moment and said: [It's at your house, I'll cook for you, I don't want to go out, okay? 】

Song Boli quickly replied: [Well, then I happened to have a meeting. 】

Shen Qiang thought that Song Boli's online meeting would take up a short period of time on New Year's Day, an hour, two hours, or three hours, all of which were for Shen Qiang.

After all, he said that he wanted to accompany her and accompany her, and everything was dominated by her.

But she underestimated Song Boli's ambition for his career and overestimated her status in his heart.

She had to admit that he was a person and had a little cold-blooded affection for her.

On New Year's Day, she arrived on the top floor at ten o'clock in the morning.

As soon as she entered the study, a man's deep voice came from her, she raised her feet and approached slowly, pushed open the door and saw that Song Boli was already in front of the computer in an online meeting.

He sat in the boss's chair in gray casual loungewear, without his usual formal suit, not only did he lose his majesty, but he added a bit of coldness.

His broad back rests against the back of the chair, his deep eyes, high nose bones, and thin lips are tightly pursed, even if his face is expressionless, it is a pleasing painting to the eye.

Next to the computer is a cup of coffee to refresh yourself. It's been a long time since I looked at it. I was listening intently to everyone's report.

Shen Qiang saw that he was busy, so she didn't disturb him and stayed quietly in the living room.

During this period, he gave Song Boli water several times and refilled coffee three times. The aunts brought two exquisite lunches, which should have been called by him.

After eating, the aunts came up to clean up the house, and Shen Qiang chatted with them for a while. When she came back to her senses, it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon. There are still two hours before sunset and eight hours before New Year's Day.

Shen Qiang comforted himself that he should be in a hurry to finish and have dinner together.

So Shen Qiang began to prepare dinner. At seven o'clock, dinner was ready. She quietly pushed open the door to her study.

Song Boli is still in that sitting position, and the floor-to-ceiling window behind him at night is the port city with the lights on. His brow furrowed, his slender fingers holding a cigarette. The nasal bones are straight, and the thin lips are lightly pursed.

He has always been emotionally unleaking, and his face is always shallow and gentle, but now he rarely shows impatience.

It should be that the debriefing is not ideal...... Shen Qiang silently closed the door.

She cleaned up the kitchen and looked at the table, where she cooked her own steak, poured red wine, lit candles, and made a romantic candlelit dinner herself.

She walked over to the couch and fell asleep.

The candle flame flickered in the bright living room, half of the embers burned.

Shen Qiang woke up from a dozing slump on the sofa, she lowered her eyes and looked at her watch, her eyes trembling.

She only squinted for a while, it was already twelve and fifteen, and New Year's Day had passed. She tiptoed open the door to the study, still in a meeting.

The deep peach blossom eyes stared at the screen, the whole English report on the other end of the phone, and Song Boli said a few words in English from time to time, it was not the first time she heard him speak English, his voice was low, and he was the most suitable for speaking English, and every time she listened to it, she felt that it was a kind of reward for her ears. But now she doesn't appreciate it anymore.

Maybe this is what he called accompanying her on New Year's Day.

Shen Qiang breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, she couldn't go up or down, and she suddenly remembered why he was so happy and willing to agree to cook and eat on the top floor.

It's not because she doesn't want to go. It was because he valued the meeting very much, and her request just happened to his heart.

After being stunned for a moment, Shen Qiang closed the door and stood behind the door, laughing at herself. At this moment, she suddenly felt that it didn't matter whether she accompanied or not.

She walked to the living room, picked up her bag, and left the top floor.

When she got into the taxi, she sent him a message: [I'm back in school, I don't have time until the end of the year, I participated in the graduation project, I need to go all out, see you in the next year. 】

When she arrived at the school, Shen Qiang received a reply from Song Boli.

[Okay, see you in the next year.] 】

There was no mention of his busyness today, nor his apologies, nor did he ask why she left without waiting for him to finish the meeting. It seems that in his heart, her coming and going has nothing to do with him.

Even though he had always been like this, she still couldn't let go of it.

There are thousands of thoughts in her heart, which are entangled in her brain, and the left and right brains are divided into two gangs, pulling to the limit, saying don't think about it, and saying that she should ask clearly.

In the end, Shen Qiang chose not to ask, she probably understood that the sense of security was given to herself, and the source of the sense of security was a good job and a busy and fulfilling life. It's not that every expectation is disappointed.

She lost herself in her relationship, she reflected on why he was so calm and took her as air, and then she understood that he was a man who put his career first.

Shen Qiang waited all night, and didn't wait for Song Boli's apology, at four o'clock in the morning, she pressed off her mobile phone and forced herself to sleep.

When she woke up the next day, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon, and she hurriedly opened WeChat, only to receive the design theme of the graduation competition sent to her by her tutor, the theme was [Parting] The requirement is: to design jewelry with the meaning of parting.

Shen Qiang, who was sleepy-eyed, always felt that the heavens were hinting at her...... Realizing that she was thinking about Song Boli again, she dissipated her cluttered thoughts, got up and washed her face, and decided to face the game well.

It can be said lightly, the feeling thing is like an addiction, the more you don't think about it, the easier it is to remember, Shen Qiang felt that she had been thinking about him for twelve hours before, and since she decided not to think about it, she found that she was thinking about him twenty-four hours a day.

Even the pores of the whole body are thinking about Song Boli.

The whale avatar pinned on WeChat was frequently clicked on by her, and his circle of friends was watched by her over and over again, only one introduction to the Song family, but she could clearly know what the first picture in the link was and what the second one was...... Being so paranoid that she had already scared Shen Qiang, she simply returned WeChat and didn't think about it at all.

The blueprints were so full on the bed that she didn't even bother to go to the library, sleepy and hungry to eat, and she didn't know what time it was.

It is night when you open your eyes, and day when you close your eyes.

But in the dead of night, she felt like every minute and second of the world was turning for her.

Twenty-four hours a day, at the end of January. Shen Qiang finally finished the design drawing in his hand.

The products were sent out by her the day before the end of the competition. The drawings of the product were sent to the mailbox of the recipient.

After the end of the design competition, Shen Qiang's heart relaxed again at work, and she found that as soon as she was free, her heart began to drift to some forbidden places.

Circled in the forbidden place is Song Boli.

In fact, there is a faint expectation in her heart, and this expectation is something that everyone has once in a lifetime. Try to turn it off for a day and then turn it on, will anyone contact you.

Shen Qiang thought of this, and clicked on the green mark of WeChat. Then I landed on WeChat again with anticipation. WeChat has not logged in for nearly a month, and the most login is Tencent News, followed by WeChat Movement, and then the class group of Do Not Disturb Messages.

Shen Qiang withdrew from the class group and brushed down, but her eyes were staring at the top one. She hoped that it was because WeChat was stuck, so his message did not appear in time. But when jumping from 12:00 to 13:00, when the head of the whale's tail still did not have a red dot, Shen Qiang completely understood.

It's been a month, he really hasn't contacted her, and Song Boli really did it to get her to go all out to participate in the competition.

It was she who left disappointed, and she took the initiative to say that she would see her after the new year, but there was more or less an element of anger in it, hoping that he could see through her thoughts, but she overestimated the amount of thought he spent in love.

When she was by his side, he could see her as a disregard, not to mention how much he would think of her when he wasn't by his side?

Log in to WeChat, the person I miss has not sent a WeChat message to her for nearly a month, and I am worried, excited, and disappointed at this moment. She quit WeChat and bought a ticket home for the New Year.

The registration time is half past eleven tonight.

She didn't want to stay here in Hong Kong City for a moment longer, because this was his territory, and she felt that Song Boli was written everywhere.

Shen Qiang packed a few sets of clothes and packed them into a suitcase. There are still her clothes at home, so you don't have to pack so much. Shen Qiang went out at seven o'clock and arrived at Gangcheng International Airport two hours early.

There were not many people at the airport at night, so Shen Qiang easily entered the entrance.

It's just that she didn't expect that at the glass gate at the entrance, she would see a familiar Hong Kong 1 license plate number.

Port 1 is dedicated to Song Boli, and it is also the car he has taken the most.

There is a rumor among the people of the port city - the port city port 1, the port city first.

It is to praise Song Boli as the first in the port city.

Shen Qiang hesitated for a moment, and then walked inside. Even if it's him? He wouldn't recognize her, let alone stop for her.

The night sky is lonely and the evening breeze blows, and the coolness is everywhere.

Shen Qiang had just walked a few steps with her suitcase, and a man stood in front of her blocking the way, and she raised her eyes to see that it was Secretary Chen beside Song Boli.

Secretary Chen: "Miss Shen, Song Shao invites you over." ”

He held out his hand and made a gesture of please.

Shen Qiang looked at his hand.

Song Boli was dressed in a black haute couture suit, with one hand in his pocket, the other hand hanging down naturally, the watch on his wrist was noble and conspicuous, and he walked leisurely and slowly towards the VIP waiting area, attracting the attention of many people.

As always, it is chic and comfortable, but calm and introverted.

She didn't know why Song Boli could incorporate all the words of praise in the world into herself, as if she was tailor-made for him.