january love

34

grief

Lin Mio noticed Duanmulian's strangeness, and wanted to question Duanmulian, but brought up the work with her, and simply put the matter behind her. After reading the contract, Lin Mio took over the work without blinking, and immediately He made a phone call with a smile on his face and sent the task to the relevant department.

After hanging up the phone, the eldest lady shook the phone triumphantly, and gave Duanmulian a look of congratulations, and the latter could only smile tiredly, "Thank you very much today, and you have helped a lot again."

"What a big deal, thank you, it's so ugly." Lin Mio propped her chin and looked at him with playful eyes, Duan Mulian knew that every time this young lady made this signature move, he would have to be dragged around again , after all, relying on other people's wealth, you have to pay some interest.

But today, Lin Mio didn't make any willful demands. She could see the powerlessness in Duanmulian's eyes, and had a faint feeling that something should have happened between him and Ye Qing just now, but since the person concerned kept silent, she didn't ask any more. Properness is her unique gentleness. "You seem to be quite tired today. I'll let you go if you have dinner with me."

Duanmulian knew that Lin Mio must have seen something, but he no longer cared about it. He nodded his thanks and got up to pour Lin Mio a cup of tea. At this moment, he was really grateful to this sensible and considerate girl.

When it was time to get off work, Lin Mio forcefully closed Duanmulian's computer and pushed him out of the office. The latter frantically saved his progress and walked out of the company building with her. tired like a bad old man

Duanmulian could only nod and say yes when he heard the chatter in his ear, Lin Mio saw that he was absent-minded, so he simply thrust his waist in to teach him a lesson even more vigorously, like a worried old woman.

The two walked into the parking lot side by side and drove to the restaurant, but they didn't know how many cigarettes Ye Qing was sitting in the car while waiting for Duanmulian to get off work.

After dinner, Duan Mulian returned home exhausted. He pretended to be full of thoughts and took a shower. Seeing that it was still early, he wanted to work for a while, but found that the computer was left behind at the company and he didn’t bring it back. He slumped on the sofa I feel like I haven't been idle like this for a long time.

Duanmulian dug out the booklet that Ye Qing brought today from his bag, holding it in his hand is quite heavy, the textured cover is obviously carefully designed, and the delicate and elegant small paper box contains postcards he painted by himself, which is obviously not a picture book but In accordance with strict printing standards, the original painting's colors are displayed exactly, and even the details he carefully portrayed are clearly displayed. Coupled with wonderful text and ingenious layout, it is indeed worthy of considerable sales results.

Duanmulian couldn't help lamenting that Ye Zhou deserved to be the most powerful faction in the industry. That indifferent and unattainable man possessed a lot of snobbery and innumerable wealth. Go to the kitchen, drive him to the company, feed him with his own hands, and hug him to sleep.

Duanmulian is fortunate to enjoy this tenderness, but he becomes uncontrollably greedy, knowing that the higher he climbs, the more painful he will fall, but he still asks for it regardless, like being anesthetized and bewitched, willingly in the deep thorn bushes Going farther and farther, finally awakened in the blood and blood, and who is to blame for the painful death.

Duanmulian hugged the brochure and curled up on the corner of the sofa. In the past two months, he used his busy work to numb himself and let the man who disturbed his mind fade out of his mind. Unforgettable, like an old scar, it looks like it has healed, but it still hurts.

He can bear the pressure of work, but he can't bear the pain of longing.

It was like he had hinted countless times that Ye Qing was no longer important, but when he saw this man with his own eyes, he was defeated.

Duanmulian feels like a gambler who is heavily in debt, and he has to be willing to gamble and lose because of wishful thinking, which is not his own fault. Now that it is time for atonement, he naturally has no right to cry out for pain.

He climbed into bed only feeling exhausted physically and mentally. Although his workload was not heavy today, he was even more tired than before. He closed his eyes and blamed everything on the man who came without warning. Beat him back to his original form.

He closed his eyes and laughed at the man for being too clever, and laughed at himself for being cowardly. The face of that man gradually became clear in his mind as the drowsiness faded away.

He dreamed of that man again, and it was an extremely shameful dream.

When the consciousness came back, all the scenes gradually disappeared. At the moment of returning to the darkness, Duanmulian suddenly opened his eyes, trembling and supporting his sweaty body with his arms, like a perishing king sitting in shock from a long illness.

Duanmulian couldn't breathe, he couldn't believe that he would have such an unbearable dream, he tried to move, but his waist was still soft, his lower body was sticky/greasy, he didn't need to think about what happened.

Duan Mulian collapsed on the bed and hated himself for not being able to think about Ye Qing's dream/waste. He wanted to get out of bed to wash, but the feeling of exhaustion knocked him back into the quilt.

Duanmulian curled up limply on the dirty bed sheet, he knew that what controlled him was only desire/desire, his body was hot, but what about his heart?

Duanmulian stared blankly at the ceiling with half-closed eyes, he felt that he was still no match for that man.

At first he thought he could forget it, but the subconscious in the depths of his mind could not get rid of it. Duan Mulian took a step back helplessly. He knew that he was wrong, and forgetting was not a perfect solution. It could have been less painful, and it turned out he was wrong again.

When Ye Qing appeared in front of his eyes, Duanmulian knew that he still couldn't let it go, and he agreed to keep this person in his heart and never mention it again, but at that moment it became a self-deceiving joke.

Ye Qing, to the unexperienced Duanmulian, is like a drug with strong stamina, once he stops taking it, the backlash-like side effects will swarm in and eat away his will.

Over and over, over and over, he couldn't stand it.

Duanmulian couldn't make a fist with his exhausted hands, his heart was ashamed, and he collapsed silently.

The desperate gambler threw all his eggs in one basket, tossing out his past, his love, he didn't care about it all. When it was broken, he wrapped his scarred body in a thorny shell, and some things could no longer be lifted.