Did Not Say Anything About My Feelings

Ling Pan sat down at the dining table and lowered his head to unpack the lunch box.There are some small pastries in the box, which look very delicate, and they are neatly arranged one by one. It can be seen that the person who put them put their heart into it.

Wang Jiulong leaned against the counter next to her, watching her quietly.

"Wow, what is this? Soft?" Ling Pan took out the pastry from the box and took a bite, "Well, it's delicious, and it's matcha-flavored, it suits my taste too!"

Wang Jiulong squinted his eyes, tilted his head and squinted at her: "This is given to me by others, and you eat it without saying a word, is it appropriate?"

Ling Pan blinked at him: "What's yours is mine, isn't it?"

Wang Jiulong took a deep breath and lowered his eyes coldly: "Ling Pan, my patience is limited."

Ling Pan picked up a piece of pastry and walked towards him.Seeing Ling Pan approaching, Wang Jiulong straightened up and took a small step back.But Ling Pan got closer, put his arms on his shoulders, quickly stuffed the pastry into his mouth, and then said with a smile: "I know, you gave me all your patience."

Wang Jiulong chewed the pastry stiffly and looked at her quietly.

Ling Pan hooked his neck, brought his lips close to his, and said softly, "Brother Da Nan, do you miss me?"

Want to?

think about it.

Otherwise, when she called Big Nan, why did his heart twitch so hard?

However, it is temporarily impossible for him to hold her in his arms and express his missing.

Wang Jiulong took a step back and kept a distance from her, then turned around indifferently, picked up the key and was about to leave: "If you don't leave, can I go?"

"Stop!" Ling Pan stood on the spot and called to stop him.

Wang Jiulong stopped in his tracks.The two turned their backs, and neither of them looked back.

Ling Pan wiped his face and sighed lightly: "You have a good rest, I'm leaving first."

When passing by his side, Ling Pan looked up at his resolute side face, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, squeezed his arm lightly, then opened the door and left without saying anything.

As he thought of the sound of closing the door, his tense body instantly relaxed.

There seems to be residual warmth from her hand on his arm, her lipstick marks on his lips, her smell is all around...

Wang Jiulong scratched his hair irritably, glanced at the open box on the table, then closed his eyes, turned and went upstairs.

As soon as she appeared, his heart, which he thought was so calm that he could no longer stir up any waves, would become wobbly. This feeling really made him uncomfortable...

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After resting for two days, Wang Jiulong came to Deyun Club to work as usual.

When Zhang Jiuling saw him, he joked, "Hey, I saw Yuxing go to deliver food to you that day with great interest, but when she came back, she looked like pear blossoms with rain. What's wrong with you, grandson?"

Wang Jiulong took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and lit the lighter.

He is smoking more and more frequently.

Zhang Jiuling continued: "If you don't want to refuse, don't always make people feel uncomfortable."

Wang Jiulong nodded: "I know."

Zhang Jiuling squinted at him, and slapped him: "Hey, brother, how is your ex-girlfriend recently?"

Wang Jiulong glared at him impatiently: "Why don't you talk so much? Why are you so gossipy?"

"I think since you still can't let him go, you might as well just make up!"

"Fuck off!"

Zhang Jiuling pointed at him: "I'll see how long you can pretend!"

Both of them were silent for a while, then Zhang Jiuling curled his lips and looked at him: "Jiulong, don't tell me you don't know who did the special event? Your IQ is not that low, is it?"

Wang Jiulong lowered his eyes, smoked a cigarette calmly, and said, "I guessed a little."

Zhang Jiuling raised his eyebrows: "At first, Ling Pan didn't want me to tell you about this, but now you two are making trouble like this, as if I still feel a little guilty. I didn't tell you the truth because they didn't want you to worry about it. Who knows what happened later? As soon as the scandal came out... I think it was because the little girl had a sensitive mind and a lot of pressure in her heart that she broke up with you."

Wang Jiulong smiled wryly in his heart.

He tried his best to protect her, but she didn't appreciate it, she had to think that was the best...

In a relationship, without a sense of security and trust, no matter how much you love, it will not last long.

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The focus of Ling Pan's work this year is abroad, and the only domestic work is this variety show.But judging by her appearance, she has no plans to return to Milan for a while. John explained the situation to Ling Yun, and Ling Yun didn't insist on letting her come back.It's just that Ling Pan's work focus should gradually shift to the international market. International resources are finally available and should not be wasted.

John actually knew that this was a big concession made by Ling Yun, at least he didn't force Ling Pan like before.

It is estimated that Ling Pan will not listen to her when he tells her to go back to Milan now.

Recording again is already the last episode of the program. The top four have been selected in the previous episode. This episode will appear as Guo Pei's clothing model at China International Fashion Week.The design of the director team is to let Wang Jiulong wear Guo Pei's couture to go to the fashion week, but after Guo Pei's consideration, it is finally decided that Wang Jiulong and Ling Pan will go together.

Because the theme of Guo Pei's fashion week this time is "Republic of China Style", Wang Jiulong is a gown, and Ling Pan is a cheongsam.Such a match is undoubtedly expected.

This show does not have little fresh meat and idol stars, but there are many "international faces" and long legs, and the format of the show is also very novel. The only pair of handsome men and beautiful women are Ling Pan and Wang Jiulong. Coupled with the complicated relationship between the two, It gave this show a lot of hot spots.

The two people did not shy away from participating in the same show, and the news that the two had broken up was a bit untenable.

On this day, Ling Pan came to Guo Pei's company on time.

As soon as he entered the office, he saw Wang Jiulong sitting on the sofa beside him.He was chatting with Guo Pei, when he saw her coming in, he glanced at her lightly, picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip.

Guo Pei smiled and said to her, "Ling Pan, come and sit down."

Ling Pan nodded, walked over, and sat beside Wang Jiulong calmly.

"Ling Pan, you are considered a senior at Fashion Week, and I will leave Teacher Wang's steps to you!" Guo Pei joked.

Ling Pan smiled: "Okay, I will definitely teach him well. But there may be some motherfuckers."

Wang Jiulong Black Line...

Guo Pei laughed, jokes are jokes, their team will invite professional male model teachers to teach him.

Ling Pan smiled brightly at Wang Jiulong, and stretched out his hand: "Brother Da Nan, please teach me a lot!"

Wang Jiulong glanced at her, raised the corners of his lips symbolically, and shook hands with her.

Guo Pei coughed lightly, and said hesitantly, "Uh...a rather gossip question...you two...have you broken up?"

"separated."

"No."

The two answered at the same time, but the answers were different.Looking at each other, Ling Pan looked normal and said, "We've been arguing recently."

Guo Pei raised his eyebrows in embarrassment, now the young people are getting more and more incomprehensible...

Wang Jiulong didn't explain anymore.

After a long time, the three of them basically agreed on the work matters.

Wang Jiulong stood up and bid farewell to Guo Pei: "Mr. Guo, if there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Guo Pei nodded: "Okay."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Ling Pan hurriedly stood up and said goodbye to Guo Pei: "Well, I'm leaving too!"

Guo Pei watched her leaving in a hurry, smiled and shook his head.After all, no matter how quiet a person is at a young age, he will act impulsively.

"Wait a minute!"

When the voice behind him sounded, Wang Jiulong subconsciously stopped in his tracks.