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As soon as I put down my phone, I saw Davis and Chen Jin coming together.

Chen Jin sat directly at the marble table inside, and Davis walked towards me, sat on the high chair in front of the counter and asked me: "Has anyone from the magazine contacted you?"

"No, isn't it your mailbox?"

He propped his chin with one hand, frowned slightly, and looked puzzled: "I haven't received a reply either, it is said that such things will be contacted in advance... Forget it, anyway, the winners will be announced in next week's magazine The list is ready, and I will buy it as soon as possible and watch it with you."

I vaguely had a bad feeling, but didn't say anything.

For my novel to enter the competition, Davis also paid a lot, and I was afraid that the ending would disappoint him.

Someone opened the door and walked in. We subconsciously turned our heads together to see that it was Yan Minglang.

I didn't expect him to come to me again. When I was stunned for a moment, he had already walked in front of me.

He nodded at Davis, then turned to me and said, "Close the store for now, Shaw, let's talk."

I lowered my eyes to look at the book in my hand, and said lightly: "Is there anything we can talk about tonight?"

"Shaw." He frowned at me, only called my name, and stopped talking.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Davis stood up from the high chair in embarrassment, and said to me: "I'll go there first, Jin is still waiting for me."

I didn't look up, and Yan Minglang didn't move either.

No one spoke.

Davis gave me a worried look, but knowing he had no room to intervene, he turned and walked away.

After a moment of stalemate, Yan Minglang obviously lost his patience, and he gave me the order again: "Go home."

"I still have to look at the store."

"Rest today."

"But the business has been very good recently, you see so many people today..."

"Shaw, don't make me say the same thing over and over again."

I pursed my lips and looked at the man with a sullen face.

I was still afraid of his angry appearance, but once emotions were involved, I became ridiculously fearless, even though I knew that what I did would not do anything except make Yan Minglang more angry.

"Let's talk about it here."

Yan Minglang's facial muscles were tense, but his good upbringing prevented him from speaking ill of me in public, so he finally sat down in front of me.

"What are you upset about?" He asked me coldly.

I smiled: "No, you think too much."

He sneered, and tapped on the table with the car key in his hand.

"Shaw," he said, "I don't need to explain to you, but I don't want to cause extra complications because of this kind of thing. I can only say that I don't need you to meet them for the time being."

Is it so painful that people will laugh?

I smiled and looked down at the cold marble counter.

"I see," I said softly, "thank you for taking the time to explain it to me."

A hand reached out, cupped my chin, and lifted my face up.

Yan Minglang frowned: "You..."

I looked away, turned my back to him, and sorted out the things on the shelf behind.

"You go back first, business is good today, I don't want to close the door," I said after a pause, "Can I?"

After a moment of silence, Yan Minglang said "Yes", "I'll pick you up at noon."

I nodded, blinked, and two tears fell silently on the ground across the air.Hearing him walk out the door, I raised my arm and wiped my face indiscriminately to calm down, then turned around, and when I looked up, I was startled.

Davis didn't know when he came over.

He looked at me and frowned: "Are you crying?"

"No." I said calmly.

It took him a long time to ask me: "Are you and Mr. Yan really lovers?"

I understand what he means, a normal lover will definitely not be the way Yan Minglang and I get along.I didn't want to worry him, and I didn't want to lose my self-esteem. I said, "You think too much. After all, you are two different individuals. It's normal to disagree."

Davis looked at me and smiled after a while: "Then don't make a sour face, Shaw still looks better when he smiles, you know, your eyes glow when you smile."

I laughed: "Don't use your flirtatious words on me, I don't like that."

Davis smiled and walked away.

Yan Minglang picked me up at noon and took me to a Michelin restaurant.

We sat in a large private dining room, and the chef wearing a tall chef's hat was preparing exquisite food at the cooking table next to us.

Both the environment and the food are very unique, but I am in a bad mood, sitting on the seat without squinting, completely uninterested.

Yan Minglang sat opposite to me.

In this kind of private room that does not disturb others at all, we are two of the most elegant gentlemen. We even handle the knife and fork with care, and we don't even have a word of conversation.

After a full three hours of lunch, we just sat quietly for three hours.

The chef also seemed to be aware of the embarrassment. In the end, except for telling us the name of the meal when it was served, he cautiously didn't say a word.When the last dish was finished, he asked us if the dishes were to our taste, and then politely withdrew.

Yan Minglang wiped his hands with a wet towel, put his hands crossed on the dining table, and asked me softly, "Are you full?"

I nodded, wiped my mouth and stood up.

He raised his hand to stop me: "Sit down."

I glanced at him, sat down again, picked up the red wine glass and shook it lightly, watching the dark red wine smear a light peach juice-like color on the glass wall.

Yan Minglang changed into a very casual posture. I knew he was looking at me, but I didn't want to meet his gaze.

He sighed softly.

"Shaw, there are some things I could have said without saying, you should understand, right?"

I nodded.I have never forgotten my duty. No matter what he does, there is no need to explain it to me. I understand this better than anyone else.

But I am not a dead thing without thoughts and emotions, and I am not calm-headed like these social elites, I am too impulsive.

I know he has endured to the limit, he is tired of me like this.

Taking a step back, as long as I don't love him, I can say nothing as before, and endure everything silently.

But I'm already in love with him, and I can't.

"Let me give you a piece of advice, Shaw, don't put your one-sided feelings into our life anymore, what I need is a partner, not a lover who will quarrel with me at any time or have a cold war, if you have been so ignorant... ..."

He didn't say any more.

I was silent, as if a big hole had been broken in my heart, my heart was so painful that I was numb, and I couldn't make any response.

Yan Minglang is indeed a shrewd businessman, he always knows what he needs.

He even knew I was in love with him, didn't he?What does he mean, my feelings are a kind of trouble to him, isn't that what it is?

He is not wrong.

He never changed his mind from beginning to end.He just needs me to be with him and be loyal to him for the rest of his life.

I was wrong, I shouldn't be tempted.Because of his tenderness and consideration bit by bit, he tried to be his soul mate regardless of his own duty, but in fact, I was just a talking and responding sex toy he bought.

As if being strangled by an invisible hand, his chest was so tight that it was about to explode.Being stared at by him indifferently like this again, I will probably cry bitterly.

I don't want to appear too weak and pitiful in front of him. Even if he knows my feelings, if I lose the last bit of dignity, I don't know how to face him in the future.

I forced myself to stand up, and my mind was surprisingly calm at this moment.

I raised my eyes to look at him.

"I overstepped the rules. I'm really sorry. I promise I won't do this again in the future."

He looked at me carefully for a while, then turned his gaze away suddenly, tapped the table with his index finger a little anxiously, and stood up after a while.

"Let's go."

I followed behind him, taking a soft breath.

Round and round, our relationship is back to where it started.That's fine, it's fine to explain clearly, it's also good for me to recognize the reality.

It's time for me to get lost too, right?

That lunch was almost the last meal we had together.

We rarely saw each other, he stopped driving me to and from get off work, and he rarely even came home.I know he has a lot of properties, he probably lives elsewhere, and I used to call this house ridiculously our home.

We still have sex, and he only comes back when he wants to.

As long as I get home and see that his slippers are not in place, I will take a good shower downstairs and not disturb him in the study, but go back to my room and wait for my night "work".

Yan Minglang's sex life has always been very restrained, at most twice a week, at most one hour at a time, the same as before, but now he no longer touches me tenderly afterwards as before, every time after I come out of the shower, I see The beds were messy and empty.

I didn't have sleepless nights because of this, and I was even more lethargic than before. There was nothing in my dream, and I was as peaceful as if I had died.

I didn't get up until nine o'clock that day.

I don't want to be so decadent, but even if I set the alarm clock and force myself to wake up early, the next day will only be yawning again and again.I had no choice but to sleep until I woke up naturally, and the time to open the shop was always at random.

It took another half an hour to fill my stomach, and when I came to the bookstore, it was almost noon.

Davis and Paul were waiting for me at the door of the store, Davis still had a book in his hand.

The expressions on their faces were heavy.

Something flashed through my chaotic brain, and I glanced at the book again, it was a magazine.I looked up at them.

I almost forgot about it. I remember that Davis mentioned the submission to me two weeks ago, and it was supposed to come out last week, but they didn’t come to me until a week later.

"Let's go in and talk about it." Davis walked into the store first.

After we walked to the counter, Davis turned on the computer, put the magazine on the counter, and pushed it in front of me.

He turned to one of the pages.

Paul said disappointedly: "Shaw...the list of winners was announced last week, and your name was not included. We couldn't believe it. Davis sent an email to the magazine to ask. Do you know how the other party replied? "

Although I didn't have too much expectation from the beginning, after knowing the result, I was still a little disappointed and sad.

It took me a long time to ask, "How did you say that?"

When Davis opened the email, I could only recognize a few Chinese characters.

He explained to me: "Plagiarism, they say you are suspected of plagiarism!"

I opened my eyes wide and asked in disbelief, "What?"

Davis said: "They say that your novel is almost identical to a new work by a well-known author, and that author's new work was ready to be released two months ago, and the manuscript was handed over to the responsible editor more than three months ago. In hand. But our submission was two full months late. They doubted where we got the manuscript from the other party, but it was said that the other party was not going to hold us accountable because it hadn’t caused much impact. Ha, if it wasn’t no Knowing that you don't understand Chinese, I'm almost convinced! Shaw, I'm sure I never leaked your manuscript during the translation, and you, besides me and grandpa, has anyone else read your novel?"

Which link went wrong?I looked at Davis blankly, and suddenly, I thought of Lu Chen.He once touched my computer!

"What's the author's name?"

"He's always used a pseudonym - Bright Morning."