There are bright stars in your eyes

Chapter 2 Meet (1)

Uncle Zhao carried his luggage to the guest room on the second floor, turned to tell her, "Master has an urgent meeting in the afternoon, and he may be home at seven or eight o'clock." He glanced down at his watch, "Miss Zhao, you can rest for three or four hours. .”

Zhao Wanqing bowed politely to thank him, and sent him out.

Unable to resist the attack of fatigue, she lay on the bed and fell asleep in a daze, dreaming specious dreams. She didn't know how long it took, but a hasty knock on the door brought her back to reality.

She tidied her clothes in a panic, and hurried to open the door.

"The young master is back. He is in the living room. Go down quickly." Uncle Zhao said, out of breath, as if he was running upstairs.

"Okay." She responded, and hurried downstairs, glanced at her watch halfway, and found that the hour hand had just reached the 5 position.

"It's really strange to leave work so early this time..." Uncle Zhao muttered softly as he walked, as if something unusual had happened.
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He Ziqian held a black briefcase in his left hand and a silver suit jacket in his right hand, and just closed the door.

Indistinctly, "Brother Ziqian" drifted into his ears, hazy and unreal.

He raised his head and found that Zhao Wanqing was walking towards him step by step, holding on to the stairs.

I haven't seen her for four years. She has lost a lot of weight, giving off a feeling of frailty.The original chubby chin became pointed, and the cheekbones on both sides of the cheeks also protruded high, only a pair of eyes appeared big and hollow, like a pool of lifeless stagnant water.

As if because he didn't respond, she called out "Brother Ziqian" again in a slightly louder voice.

However, when she said these three words again, the voice she made was visibly trembling, with a choked tone, which he could clearly hear.

He hung his briefcase and coat on the hanger, and subconsciously opened his arms, wanting to make a hug.Suddenly, he remembered that he didn't have to do this at all.

So, he folded his arms suddenly.That movement, like a warm and unrestrained tune came to an abrupt end.

She took a deep breath, her hands hanging on her sides were tightly clenched into fists, as if she wanted to give herself a little courage.

"You're off work." She said with a smile, her lips curled up unnaturally, looking extremely reluctant, and she walked towards him cautiously.

His cold eyes trembled a few times, and he gave a cold "hmm".She smiles so ugly, even uglier than before!

When she was a step away from him, she stopped and never approached him again, her lips trembling, as if she wanted to express something.

He approached her and looked at her with probing eyes, trying to see some clues.A pair of black eyes are as sharp as the eyes of a falcon, and as cold as the ice of severe winter.

However, she just stood there blankly, without making any sound.

"Let's eat first!" He glanced at her coldly, then turned around and walked towards the dining table.I haven't seen her for four years, but she is much quieter.But very good, his ears can finally become clean!
She didn't make a sound, and took steps silently.

Just now, she had a thousand words to say.She wanted to tell him that she tossed and turned in countless late nights, and his face was always in her mind, and she burst into tears when she thought of him, and her heart hurt like a knife.She still has countless questions to ask, she wants to ask, how is he doing, does he miss her, why doesn't he go to America to see her.

However, to this day, speaking these words will only become an insult to her, which will annoy her even more, so it is better to keep silent.

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