He sighed, and felt unfair: "Why can't our department choose to discount?" ”

Zhao Zhao glanced at him: "You don't have to be cheap and sell well, I thought your department had made a great achievement, and this store was about to move for you." ”

The delivery man takes out the desserts in the cooler with the same care.

When you're done, the conference table is full.

I didn't know that I thought the conference table in their department was a display case for a dessert shop.

This shop is regarded as the Hermes of the dessert industry in Beicheng, and the only few times Xiao He has eaten it is still a guest invited by Song Wanyue.

She is a native of Shanghai and loves sweets.

I have to order an afternoon tea every afternoon.

And I have a soft spot for this shop.

Song Wanyue looked at the table full of desserts and sighed in embarrassment: "I originally planned to lose weight." ”

I don't know what kind of thinking it is, Xiao He vaguely feels that this matter is related to Song Wanyue.

He endured and endured, but in the end he couldn't hold back.

asked her in a low voice, "What did you do to Mr. Duan when you went up just now?" ”

She was strict and corrected him: "It's him, what did he do to me." ”

Xiao He was stunned: "It's done...... What? ”

Song Wanyue's smile was sweet, and her voice was even sweeter: "Of course, this is what he has always wanted to do to me~"

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Since Xiao He hit Duan Baiting's car last time, Song Wanyue has not gone to the library again.

The main thing is not to dare.

These days, she is studying in Duan Baiting's study.

His study was so large that it was almost as big as a suite.

Song Wanyue asked people to move the tables and chairs to the nearest place to him.

There is a few steps in the middle, and the name is beautiful, close to Zhu Zhechi.

Duan Baiting saw it, didn't say anything, and acquiesced to all her actions.

After dinner at seven o'clock in the evening, Song Wanyue began to read and study.

Duan Baiting is indeed a person who is introverted and has few words, even if he is working, he is quiet.

Many times, Song Wanyue even suspected that she was the only one in this huge study.

At half past seven, Song Wanyue, who had been reading the book for half an hour, entered the normal process.

The upper and lower eyelids fought, and they began to get sleepy.

Coffee cup after cup and wanted to sober himself up. In any case, he couldn't fall asleep in front of Duan Baiting.

She was holding on to her spirits, but she was more sleepy than just now.

In this state, continuing to read books will only be counterproductive, and it is better to find something else to do.

She downloaded the Weibo back. It seems like it's been two years since I last boarded.

It was an exam at the time, and in order to concentrate on her studies, she uninstalled all the software that could distract her.

After two years, I came back to the list of likes, and there was a red one.

She habitually clicked on it, and when she was about to quit, she saw the account ID.

The word "user" is followed by a long string of numbers.

And the Weibo liked by this account is a selfie she posted two years ago.

The copy is copied casually.

——Accumulating ten likes will allow me to accumulate luck and pass the exam successfully~

Because it is a private account, it is rarely more blogged, and Weibo only has double-digit followers.

At that time, the number of likes was just stuck in the ninth.

Today, he is the tenth to like.

It is clearly like a zombie account, but it is Song Wanyue's account that has been clicked on countless times every day for five years.

She clicked on it again and again, looking forward to the day when there would be new content on this account.

But there was nothing.

Empty.

Except for a default avatar of the system, which is an account composed of a string of random numbers.

The only difference is probably that in recent years, Weibo has added the function of displaying IP.

She looked at Beicheng under the avatar.

It's been a long time, so long that she can't even remember it clearly.

It seemed to be her birthday.

She finally mustered up the courage and sent him a message saying that she wanted to meet him.

A girl's crush is like a moss growing on the ground, growing in a place that no one can see.

She didn't know what he looked like, she didn't know if the age he told him was real, and she couldn't even be 100% sure of his gender.

But every throbbing he gives him can't deceive people.

She wanted to make the secret public.

On a sunny day, stand in front of him and tell him personally.

Even though he was many years older than herself, she recognized it. Even if he's a girl......

But after the news of wanting to see him was sent, she did not wait for a reply.

The courage that I had finally mustered up was like the tentacles of a snail, retracting into the shell again.

She hurriedly explained: "I'm joking, you don't have to be embarrassed. ”

A minute later.

"I'm not embarrassed." He said, "Just looking at the airline. ”

Song Wanyue was stunned: "Huh? ”

-- I haven't been back to China for a long time, so it's time to go back and see it.

In the last sentence, he specially sent her a voice.

The crisp and warm timbre, through electromagnetic waves, was transmitted to her ears from across the ocean, which was a little distorted.

He himself, she thought, should have been more beautiful and gentle.

At that moment, it was as if countless fireworks were blooming on her chest.

A voice that has been listened to many times.

She waited for him for a long, long time with her crush.

Until she was notified by her family to marry someone she didn't know.

She still didn't wait for him.

She has been optimistic since she was a child, so she accepted everything with optimism.

Accepted the family's arrangement, accepted the man's disappearance.

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Duan Baiting had no intention of working and hastily ended this cross-border meeting.

The moment he took off the Bluetooth headset, his eyes looked in the direction where Song Wanyue was.

In the middle of the meeting, he wandered countless times.

There's no way not to care.

He watched her go from high interest to sleepiness at first, and then to death.

It became what it is now.

Curled up in a chair with a gloomy expression.

Like a deer that has been injured and wants to close itself off.

She rarely showed such a blank look.

It's like being trapped in a labyrinth where you can't find an exit.

"What's wrong?" He walked over to her and sat down.

Even he didn't notice that his voice was worried and tender.

Song Wanyue cheered up and smiled at him, her tone relaxed: "It's okay, what can I do." ”

But such a clumsy lie could not be used to deceive him.

Therefore, when she saw clearly that he still had worries, Song Wanyue's nose suddenly became sore.

She's not actually feeling sorry for Kian, either.

After marrying Duan Baiting, she decided to let go of her past feelings.

Her upbringing made it impossible for her to allow herself to do anything unfaithful to her marriage.

Therefore, she will fall in love with Duan Baiting and will love Duan Baiting well.

It's just that today I suddenly felt a little sad.

She wasn't feeling sorry for the relationship, she was feeling sorry for herself.

Obviously, she can endure it, and she has endured it very well over the years.