Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 1094 Fireman vs Cartoonist 37
"Do you really not remember, or do you just not want to know me?"

Outside the hospital, there was a dark snowstorm and the sky was low.

The pedestrians looked anxious and came and went in a hurry.

half an hour.

Zhou Shu turned his head and said, "My memory is not that bad."

My heart was like a bottle of sparkling water that had been unscrewed and exploded with a gurgle.

Lin Zhian's eyes were red: "Then why do you always act like you don't know me?"

She couldn't even say thank you.

It seems like he doesn't like people getting close to him.

"What can I say?" Zhou Shu's gaze shifted from the heavy snow outside the hospital gate to Lin Zhian again, and he said in a low and calm tone, "It's been so long, and I'm relieved that you're safe now."

Lin Zhian opened his mouth, but no words came out.

The expression on his face, the curve of his eyes, the tone of his voice.

at this second.

Completely concrete.

It is no longer as illusory as before.

one day.

He got down to business.

"And then what? And then what!" Gu Qingqing asked in surprise, "He recognized you, too, and you two separated again?"

"What else can we do?" Lin Zhian said to himself.

But it seems that the story is not over yet.

Lin Zhian continued to draw comics every day and go to the company. Although she occasionally thought of Zhou Shu's injuries and felt a little guilty, wondering if he was okay...

But there was no contact information, he didn't leave any, and she had no way to ask.

Are you going to a board game store specifically?
Lin Zhian was afraid that the other party would think she was a harasser, so she gave up the idea and let it go.

After that, I didn’t dare to drive much. I only dared to take a short drive on the road near home. One time, when I was driving home from a supermarket I often went to, I seemed to see a blue Lamborghini on the road.

Very familiar.

Countless times, someone had been waiting for her downstairs. Lin Zhian turned her head and saw that the red light had passed and all the cars had passed by in an endless stream. What she had just seen seemed to be just an illusion.

Lin Zhian blinked.

Almost forgot.

She calculated silently.

From the distance between my ex-boyfriend’s company and her home in my memory.

very perfect.

It's totally unrelated! Sun Wukong would have to do a few more somersaults!
At that time, Wei Chengze drove a very long time from the company to her house. They met at seven in the evening and started looking forward to it at five o'clock.

Now it's a distance we can be thankful for.

Will time be the best medicine to heal everything?
Lin Zhian blinked a few more times, then raised the corners of his mouth, made a "yeah" gesture, and drove home happily, humming a little tune.

No matter how happy you are, you still have to submit your manuscript at the end of the month.

The macho editor asked her to come to the company.

[I have social phobia, can I not go...]

[I have no money, can I not pay you? ]

Lin Zhian was sad and angry.

【I go! 】

……

Chunhe Website Group Headquarters.

Sunny day.

"Why do you act like a thief every time you come here?"

Lin Zhian took off his glasses and said, "I told you I'm socially anxious. Otherwise, why do you think I became a cartoonist instead of a public speaker after graduation?"

"This is the first time I've seen someone as socially anxious as you." The muscular editor shrugged, took a thick stack of manuscripts from Lin Zhian, and sighed, "Resources haven't been very good in the past few months..."

"I know." Lin Zhian nodded and sat at the desk.

The macho editor spun his sliding chair, came closer and hesitated, lowering his voice.

"Chun He has now put a lot of the resources originally given to you on one person in the Seventh Department. If it really doesn't work, you should talk to the editor-in-chief. If you don't fight for some things, you will really lose them..."