Master Quan, come on, my little wife is excited!

Zhang Mingli saw that he kept staring at Zhou Puyao, so he took the initiative to introduce: "Brother, this is Teacher Zhou."

He said proudly: "My goddess, you are sitting in her seat."

Running all the way against the cold wind, his throat was burning and painful, and his throat was rolling up and down with difficulty. Duan Qiongyu finally moved. He raised his feet and walked towards the person he thought about day and night.

But the female teacher on the side suddenly said: "Why is Xiao Duan back? Do you think my proposal just now is good?"

"What kind of girl do you like, we will introduce it to you."

Duan Qiongyu subconsciously looked at the person opposite. Sure enough, those eyes that were already reddish and moist became even redder.

Zhou Puyao looked at him, her eyes were red that could not be concealed or disguised.

Duan Qiongyu saw the grievance inside.

His heart ached as if it was being squeezed, what happened to his Yaoyao.

Looking at her, he replied to the female teacher: "Don't bother, I have someone I like."

Looking at the girl opposite, he added: "I only like her."

The steps under his feet unconsciously accelerated, and the memory engraved in his bones made him want to hug her.

"Yao Yao." Someone called her name, but this person was not Duan Qiongyu.

The sound came from the door,

Duan Qiongyu paused in his steps and turned back stiffly.

His eyes met the person at the door. The man had a short haircut. When he saw him, his face immediately darkened and his brows furrowed, showing anger.

Duan Qiongyu looked at him calmly, but his pale and slightly trembling fingers revealed his lack of confidence.

The urge to hold her in my arms at all costs was like cold water on the head at this moment.

When his sense comes back, can he hug her?

The next second, Zhang Mingli saw his goddess move.

Zhou Puyao stepped forward, stood in front of Duan Qiongyu, and looked at that man.

Then the man finally closed his eyes and looked away. When he looked back, his anger had been suppressed a lot, but the veins on the back of his hands had not yet dissipated.

He looked at Zhou Puyao and tried to make his voice softer: "Yaoyao, go home."

He whispered: "The chief is still waiting for you to go back for dinner."

Duan Qiongyu stared at the back of the person standing in front of him.

After the man spoke, she didn't move. The white fingers hanging by her side curled up.

This was her usual movement habit when she was struggling and hesitating.

Because of this action, Duan Qiongyu's heart that had cooled down warmed up again, and he looked at her back expectantly.

What is she struggling with, Yaoyao, does she still want him?

Can you please turn back? Please, turn back.

However, within a few seconds, the curled fingers loosened up, and then Duan Qiongyu watched her leave without looking back.

He stumbled back two steps as if he had lost all strength. Does she not want him anymore?

Zhang Mingli could tell that there was something unusual between the two of them no matter how rough his lines were.

Seeing that Duan Qiongyu was in a bad state, he didn't dare to smile as playfully as usual.

Seeing him passing by and sitting at his desk, Zhang Mingli said cautiously: "Brother, do you know Teacher Zhou?"

Duan Qiongyu didn't answer the question, looking at the desk lamp that was still on: "How long has she been here?"

Zhang Mingli shook his head: "I don't know very well, it must have been many years."

"However, she is a volunteer like you, not a formal teacher."

"I'll come over when I have time."

Open the drawer and take out things he hadn't even looked at before.

The other two female teachers packed their things and were about to leave, saying hello to them both.

Zhang Mingli said goodbye with a smile, but Duan Qiongyu didn't even raise his head.

Opening the book, her name was written on the first page.

Juanxiu's handwriting has already been engraved in Duan Qiongyu's bones.

She used to like to mark their names on their toiletries.

Yaoyao's, Ayu's

Every time she used her toothpaste towel, she would pick up the toothpaste and point to the name on it, emphasizing again and again that it belonged to Yaoyao.

There is no Bodhi tree, but Yao flowers bloom in one thought.

Turns out this is her place.

After picking up the book, I saw the scrap paper on the table. I hadn't noticed it just now, but now I realized that there were words written on it that didn't belong to me.

Looking at the half-written words, Duan Qiongyu said in a trembling voice: "What is this?"

Apart from him, the only one in the office was Zhang Mingli, so naturally it was Zhang Mingli who asked.

Zhang Mingli glanced at it and said, "Oh, it was written by Teacher Zhou. You came before I finished writing."

Duan Qiongyu frowned, of course he knew it was written by her!

Fortunately, before he went crazy, Zhang Mingli said: "I asked her if the words on the lamp meant "I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that the beautiful buildings and jade buildings will be too cold at high places."

"In the end, Teacher Zhou shook his head."

"Then I wrote this on the paper, but you interrupted me."

Duan Qiongyu looked at the string of handwriting, and suddenly remembered what Zhang Mingli said when they first met.

That day he said: He was afraid that he would not be able to withstand the cold for nine days in a building made of beautiful jade.

He said she didn't love Yuyu Qionglou.

But he said she shook her head today.

Don't you love it?

I reached for the phone eagerly, even my hands were shaking.

Enter the half-written word in the sentence and search.

Looking at the complete translation of that sentence, Duan Qiongyu's chest heaved violently.

Zhang Mingli was really curious and stretched his neck to take a look.

I yearn for the purity and freedom in the palace of the moon, the beautiful mountains and rivers, as beautiful as a picture, and the shadows of the trees whirling in the hazy moonlight.

He said dumbly: "It turns out that I love this Yuyu Qionglou."

His words made Duan Qiongyu's pupils shrink.

Zhang Mingli didn't know what he was thinking, so he packed his things and said, "Brother, are you leaving?"

Duan Qiongyu calmed down and said calmly: "You go first."

Zhang Mingli nodded, stood up and muttered: "Then I'll leave first, I'm going to starve to death."

Duan Qiongyu was the only one left in the office. He looked at the string of words, his usually calm eyes as dark as the deep sea, containing turbulence.

Assistant Zhang knocked on the door and called Fourth Master.

He waited below for a long time and didn't see him coming down until he came up.

I passed two people in the parking lot, and my eyes lingered on the woman's face for a moment. It seemed familiar, but I couldn't recall it.

He didn't take it to heart and went upstairs in a hurry.

"Come in." Duan Qiongyu said.

As soon as Assistant Zhang stood still, he saw him sending a piece of information to himself on his mobile phone. He quickly took out his mobile phone to check it.

Then I heard him say: "Check everything related to her in the past ten years."

"Be sure to keep every word in mind and everything in detail."

Assistant Zhang didn't rush to click on the information. His attention was attracted by a photo he sent. In the corner of the coffee shop, a girl was slightly obscured by green plants. She was holding a book in her hand and smiling happily at the camera.

It must have been that the person taking the photo suddenly called her, and she suddenly raised her head to take the photo, with a mixture of surprise and joy in her eyes.

He said that the woman just now looked familiar and it turned out to be her.

One time, Fourth Master drank too much and fell asleep holding his cell phone. This photo was on the bright screen.