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When the light suddenly dimmed, Coco was falling to the ground. The sound of "chi la la" was accompanied by the gust of wind passing over her head, and the speckled beams of light leaked from the large flowing shadows, passing her body like scales and waves.

Not far away, the children exclaimed: "Wow, look, they are all flying, so beautiful!"

Then, a low and soft voice asked, "Can you stand up?"

The moment Coco raised his head, he met a pair of black and white eyes, under the long and dense eyelashes, there seemed to be a radiance flowing.

Ignoring the hand that the other party offered with kindness, Coco got up from the ground expressionlessly, lowered his head and patted the dust on his clothes.

The other party smiled generously and withdrew the neglected hand.

After the frightened group of pigeons circled the square for a week, they landed on the ground again. Several of them stood on the scattered drawings, curiously pecking at the colorful colors on them.

"Here," seeing that Coco didn't seem to notice the paint stained on the white dress, the stranger kindly pointed out, "it can still be washed off, as long as you do a little special treatment."

"Isn't it?" Coco almost exclaimed.

"It's not that troublesome if you send it to the dry cleaner." The stranger obviously didn't expect her reaction to be so violent, but he still gave a better suggestion.

"I'm in a hurry to meet a client, so I don't have time to change my clothes!" Although he fell down because he couldn't walk steadily, and knocked over other people's easels and paints, Coco's tone at the moment was full of anger and complaints, as if he had been framed .

The stranger picked up the brush that fell to the ground, stared at the dust on the tip of the brush for a few seconds, then turned his head thoughtfully and said to Coco, "Come here."

Coco stared at her vigilantly, and took a big step back, which attracted a few white pigeons nearby to look over in surprise.

"There's no time." The stranger leaned forward and grabbed Coco's arm.

"What are you doing?!" Coco panicked and resisted desperately.

"Don't move." The stranger's eyes were gentle, but his tone was stern.

Coco yelled angrily: "If you want me to compensate, just make a price, I'm in a hurry!"

The strength in the arm disappeared, and Coco was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but saw the stranger kneel down on one knee.

"you……"

"Okay, don't move around." The stranger raised his head and gave her a faint smile, both in his eyes and in his tone, with just the right amount of gentleness.

Coco stared blankly at her holding the brush in her hand, dabbing skillfully on the dyed part of the skirt a few times, the tip of the pen swiped obliquely, and dragged out half a seductive rose, which was in full bloom and deep in the folds.

"Aren't you in a hurry, why don't you hurry up?" The deep and pleasant voice woke up Coco, who was in awe. She reacted, and quickly turned and walked towards the commercial street.

No matter how many times she wears it, the high heels she can't get used to make it difficult for her to walk, as if the whole world is swinging from side to side, ready to collapse at any time.Resisting the urge to throw the shoes away, Coco stepped up again.Being late is inevitable, and the only thing we can do now is to find a better excuse.

When she arrived at the restaurant she had made an appointment with, Coco didn't see her partner. The first thought that popped into her mind was, could it be that the other party was later than herself?But she immediately dismissed the Pollyanna.He took out his mobile phone and dialed the other party's number, but it was the secretary who answered in a polite and indifferent voice, simply relaying the partner's meaning: Mr. Ou has no habit of waiting for others, and he can't hand over important projects to a person who lacks sincerity. company is responsible.

Hearing the pretentious tone of the secretary on the other end of the phone, Coco gritted his teeth with hatred, and desperately endured until the other party finished speaking, before pressing the end button hard.

The summer sun was dazzling, but it couldn't make Coco's mood clearer. Instead of rushing to leave, she chose a seat by the window and ordered a cappuccino.

The plan lying in the briefcase has condensed her painstaking efforts for more than a month. From understanding the product, market positioning, comprehensive analysis of advantages and disadvantages to the final formulation of the plan, she has devoted all her energy to any item. It ended with the other party refusing without even looking at it.

Who can accept such a failure?

Coco can't, and the chairman who has high hopes for Coco can't.

Perhaps the few shareholders who have been waiting to see the joke are satisfied.

The sweat on his body was blown dry by the air conditioner, and he was tired. At this moment, Coco just wanted to sleep well, without thinking about anything, and having nothing in his dreams.

Everything is just a beautiful wish, Coco is stirring the coffee in the cup with a small silver spoon, staring at the small vortex that keeps turning, feeling unable to calm down no matter what.

Waiting so restlessly, or maybe we should say procrastinating, every minute and every second is suffering.

When the phone rang, Coco vaguely guessed the ending like a prisoner waiting to be sentenced, but held a tinge of expectation.

"Hello, Chairman..."

"Is the meeting over?"

"……Yes."

"Judging from your tone, it seems that things are not going well?"

It didn't happen at all, Coco smiled wryly in his heart.

"I'm sorry, Chairman."

"If the apology can be exchanged for a contract, I don't mind listening to it a few more times." The words were obviously mocking, and they were cold and ruthless.

"...I'm sorry." Knowing that repeating the same sentence would only lead to more severe scolding, Coco really couldn't think of anything else to say.

Sure enough, just after hearing her second apology, the other party became even more angry.

"I don't want to hear such nonsense again! Our company is determined to win this business. Since you are in charge of the plan, you must find a way to satisfy the customer representative."

"but……"

"Okay, the explanation is also nonsense, so there is no need to say it."

Coco suddenly felt extremely wronged, her throat felt as if it was blocked by something, she didn't dare to speak again, even if she uttered a single sound, the other party would notice her choking.

"If you understand, start working. Don't waste time. I'll just give you one more week." After speaking, he hung up the phone without listening to Coco's response.

Biting his lower lip so painfully, he desperately took a few deep breaths, finally holding back the tears that were about to overflow his eyes. Coco called the waiter to pay the bill, and left the restaurant slowly, the only thought was to kick off the high heels on her feet.

The sun is gradually moving towards the west, and the magnificent sunset is surging in the sky, which is infinitely beautiful, but I have no intention of appreciating it.

Unconsciously, I walked to the central square, and the group of white pigeons were still there, leisurely combing their feathers with their beaks or pecking at the bread crumbs on the ground, leisurely wandering.

Coco sat down by the fountain. After being exposed to the sun for a whole day, the marble still had a scorching temperature, which could be felt through the skirt.

"Looks like it's a waste of effort." The sudden voice was a bit helpless, and more of a soft smile. Coco turned her head in shock and found that it was a girl on the other side of the fountain who was talking.

"What? Don't remember me?"

Seeing Coco turning back blankly, the girl couldn't help but look dumbfounded.

"Who are you?" Coco watched her walk quickly to his side, shrinking back reflexively.

"No way, we just met during the day." The girl pointed to the dress Coco was wearing and smiled, "This rose...ah, no, it's not a rose anymore—but I drew it myself."

Coco followed her fingers and looked down, and found that the hem of the skirt was colorful and criss-crossed. Perhaps the briefcase in her hand was accidentally rubbed when the paint was still wet, and the colors were messed up just like her mood at the time.

"What do you want?" Coco glared at the other party with eyes that were not friendly, even hostile.

It seemed that she didn't expect Coco to treat herself with such a repulsive attitude. The girl was stunned, and the smile froze on her lips.

The atmosphere suddenly became embarrassing, they met by chance, but at this moment, they didn't talk speculatively.

The girl who had a bad nose didn't say anything else, she reached out to brush her forehead hair that was blown by the wind, and turned to leave.

The extremely long figure dragged by the setting sun swept past Coco's feet, and the shadows in the same direction could not overlap.

From the moment the girl stopped making a sound, Coco felt as if she had done something wrong, even if the other party was a stranger, there was no need to be so indifferent to each other.

But the words have been spoken, and it is hard to take back the water, so what else?

Watching the girl's back go away, Coco looked down at the imprint of the skirt again. It is undeniable that the half rose is really beautiful, the kind of beauty that shocks the soul.

It's a pity that I ended up being messed up by myself.