Neither of them spoke. Gu Ning shrank his shoulders and looked at the scene passing by outside the window. The world outside was full of excitement, but it had nothing to do with him.

He is like a shadow curled up in a corner alone, and many lives that normal people can experience are not related to him.

The clothes on his body have not been replaced for many years, he only dares to buy steamed buns for one yuan and two, and his mobile phone is an outdated product of technology that has been eliminated for many years.

Even though life was so difficult, he still didn't give up and worked hard to live a decent life.

He didn't get angry with Yan Jiayan, he just saw Yan Jiayan's former lover, the person who used to sit opposite him to eat like him, he couldn't help but see his future self.

He was no different from the boy in the arms of the greasy man. He sold his body and self-esteem in exchange for money. Besides this Xiaozhi, there was another Xiaozhi. People like Yan Jiayan would not care about it at all.

The more Gu Ning thought about it, the sadder he became, and the more he couldn't help feeling depressed.

The atmosphere was maintained until home, Gu Ning didn't say a word to Yan Jiayan, took his clothes to take a shower, and returned to the bedroom after washing, from the beginning to the end, he never gave Yan Jiayan a glance.

Yan Jiayan also held a breath in his heart, the two ignored each other, passed each other, and even slept far away, separated by the Chu River and Han border, and neither of them crossed.

Gu Ning got up in the morning and went to class by himself. After getting up, Yan Jiayan went to the table to find the "love breakfast" that Gu Ning had prepared for him as usual. In the end, let alone love, he didn't even have a morning.

Yan Jiayan was depressed, and fell back to the bed to lie dead.

People in the company have recently known that Mr. Yan used to have a weird smile on his face, but now the proud man is full of impatience, just like an old man who has reached menopause.

Yan Jiayan stood by the window and puffed. He seldom smoked now, except when he was upset, but he never thought that it was a gadget in his hand that upset him so much.

"Hey, what's the matter? What's going on with you guys these days? Didn't the case go down smoothly? What are you still dissatisfied with?"

Peng Song came over with a cup of coffee. As the president's special assistant, he knew very well that Yan Jiayan was abnormal these days, as if he had been dropped by someone.

"No, I'm glad."

Yan Jiayan said something funny with a deadpan face.

"Huh? Are you happy to look like this every day? Are you teasing me or challenging my eyesight?"

Yan Jiayan turned around, pressed his shoulder, and told him directly.

"I'm really happy!"

——Peng Song looked like he saw a ghost——

"Old Duan, you are not normal, are you possessed by a ghost?"

"No, I'm fine."

"If you're like this, wouldn't it be something wrong with that kid?"

Peng Song guessed.

"No! Whatever he likes has nothing to do with me."

Yan Jiayan quickly retorted.

——Peng Song looked at him in horror——

"I haven't said anything yet. You deny it so soon. It's not a ghost."

——Yan Jiayan spit out a smoke ring——

"I said no, no."

However, under the same roof, the two of them lost their tempers, neither of them would bow their heads, and they didn't know who was tormenting them.

Peng Song patted his shoulder and sighed;

"Old Duan, I feel that you are going to be finished."

"Finish you bastard!"

"If you don't believe it, don't believe it, let's wait and see."

Peng Song glanced at him, turned around and went back, Yan Jiayan is a big idiot.

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