I fell off the horse after pretending to be Mengxin

Wei Yu thought he heard it wrong.

His likes come and go quickly,? That drone has long been less eager.

but……

He Tian and the Haicheng team gradually moved away, Wei Yu leaned against the wall and slowly held the phone.

express station.

The courier brother driving a small red truck unloaded the large and small packages one by one, Wen Yu reported his mobile phone number, and waited for the staff to rummage through the couriers. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the delicate packages still left in the car.

"Don't you need to take these down?" Wen Yu asked casually.

"Ah, these were delivered to the Huacheng community next door." The staff member wiped the sweat from his forehead, and recalled slightly: "It seems that a resident bought a bunch of gifts for girls, and the packaging is so beautiful."

It is beautiful indeed.

Many girls who came to pick up the courier looked at the truck, all showing curious expressions, wondering what was inside.

Wen Yu raised his eyes and looked at the name tag on the package.

Huacheng Community, Mr. Wei Yu.

He lowered his eyes and said nothing.

When I got home and unlocked it, there was no one there.

Wen Yiya just finished the court trial today, and sent a series of pictures on his mobile phone. The girl in the pictures was smiling, and there was a strange man beside her.

It was her colleague,? When she worked all night long a few weeks ago, she gave her fried chicken skewers full of fat, and the two of them looked at mung beans like bastards...

That's the right way to see it.

Their relationship heated up rapidly during this time,? The new boyfriend invited Wen Yiya to move into his house,? It was much closer to the law firm,? Wen Yiya said shyly whether it would be too soon.

But according to Wen Yu's understanding of her, the room at home was probably about to be emptied.

Leaving the courier behind, Wen Yu took out the quick-frozen pasta from the refrigerator, boiled it briefly, served with fried eggs and pasta sauce, and sprinkled black pepper on the surface.

After a rough dinner, Wen Yu took his computer and returned to the company again.

The department lights were still on.

Employee Zhang Ping was sitting at his desk, raised his head when he noticed Wen Yu, and politely said hello.

Zhang Ping's hometown is in the countryside, and he usually works very hard. His year-end bonus is often a multiple of that of other colleagues, and he is also Wen Yu's most familiar overtime partner.

As long as Changhe's lights were on, there would definitely be Wen Yu or Zhang Ping.

The department has received a new product graphic design, which requires dynamic logo and page rendering. The construction period is very long, and the delivery is not in a hurry.

Wen Yu opened the long speech sent by Party A, dug out the new product information updated in the past few press conferences, grabbed the key elements from it, and used vectors in illustrator to draw a rough shape.

Preliminary preparation is a time-consuming job. When he regained his composure from the affairs again, Zhang Ping pushed the door in. His gaze stayed on Wen Yu's desktop full of documents, and he asked, "Minister, do you want to go back?"

Wen Yu closed his eyes forcefully, then opened them to relieve the sore eyes.

The time is prominently displayed in the lower right corner of the computer.

Three in the morning.

It's so late.

Wen Yu subconsciously went to get the coffee. The cup was so light that he drank it clean at some point.

"Okay." Wen Yu sighed, saved the file and turned off the phone, "Let's go."

Zhang Ping watched Wen Yu pack up his things and get up with complicated eyes.

He hadn't planned to stay that late.

Noticing that Wen Yu had gone and returned, he was inexplicably worried, and walked back halfway.

Time passed by, Zhang Ping felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, but Wen Yu didn't move at all when he entered the personal office. He was really worried that the minister would die suddenly in there alone.

At three o'clock, he finally mustered up the courage to knock on the glass door of the minister's office.

Seeing Wen Yu staring at the dark circles under his eyes with a tired face, he was suddenly glad that he didn't leave.

Since the beginning of the King's Competition, the minister had gained a little more popularity, and he hadn't seen Wen Yu working so hard for a long time.

But it seems like everything is back to square one.

To bid farewell to Zhang Ping, who kept asking, Wen Yu took an online car-hailing service.

Every festival, there would be some disturbances in the circle of friends once again. Some made official announcements, some posted group photos, and even Wen Yiya specially posted a picture of holding hands.

She must have blocked the family who love each other.

Wen Yu raised the corners of his lips and gave Wen Yiya a thumbs up.

An advertisement was automatically pushed under WeChat, and he clicked in with a swipe of his hand, and his phone automatically switched to the live broadcast page of Dou Mao.

The only follower in the account did not start broadcasting.

There is also a small new message prompt symbol hanging in the message bar. Wei Yu sent him a picture a few days ago, which is a screenshot of the shopping cart. The entire page is filled with fancy cat pads. Like the courier said.

Sophisticated and cute.

Wen Yu carried his laptop and walked alone on the dark and long community road. The surrounding residents had already fallen into a deep sleep, and only the faint sound of insects could be heard in his ears.

He stepped into the elevator and pressed the floor.

Perhaps it is the influence of the homonym of the older generation in China. The sales volume on the [-]th floor is not good. No one buys the house next door. The people at the end of the corridor rarely come back. The Spring Festival couplets pasted in front of the door are not changed .

Wen Yu was too lazy to turn on the aisle lights.

He walked forward in the dark, and suddenly kicked a hard object by his foot, which was heavy to the touch, like a certain box.

Why is there a box here? Could it be that someone from the next door moved it?

Wen Yu took a closer look under the dim moonlight.

I saw a tall young man with short black stubble huddled at the door of his house. There were more than a dozen gift boxes of different sizes but exquisitely packaged beside him. He was holding a stuffed animal in his hand. A plush Shiba Inu doll, with its head drooping deeply, the sound of deep sleeping breathing came from the young man's nostrils.

It was cold at night, Wei Yu hugged his arms subconsciously, his fan-like eyelashes trembled slightly.

The fair side face did not have the indifference and arrogance that he was used to seeing in the past, but instead looked more fragile and even lonely.

Like a puppy abandoned by its owner.

The author has something to say: I am busy at the end of the latest period, and the update is a little bit less orz sorry

Thank you Yueguan for the cute little mine!