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It was in the afternoon, the first floor of the Fengchen Building was light, and some people came, and some people went there. When the wood came into the cold and summer, the hall was quiet and solemn. She went to the front desk, and the front desk lady smiled and asked: "What is the matter?"
Mu Hanxia answered: "I am looking for Lin Mochen."
The front desk lady snorted and exchanged a look with the colleague next to her. He asked, "Are you looking for the chairman? Do you have an appointment?"
Mu Hanxia smiled and said, "I saw him, when do I need an appointment? Call him and he will meet me."
The front desk lady saw her well-dressed, unclear origins, and could not make a decision. Just then, the sound next to it sounded: "Winter summer?"
Miss front desk: "Sun is good!"
Mu Hanxia turned his head and saw Sun Zhi. His suit was on his arm and he was in a hurry, as if he had just come back from the outside. The two looked at each other, and they seemed to be in each other's eyes, seeing some unusual meanings.
Sun Zhi smiled: "You come to him for something?" Mu Hanxia did not answer, went straight to the side, leading to the gate upstairs, said: "Swipe."
Sun Zhi took a moment and took out the work card and brushed it for her. Mu Hanxia went straight in, and Sun Zhi caught up and said, "Winter summer, he will meet one day today, will you wait for him to come home at night and talk about it?" In the end, he added a sentence: "Don't be impulsive."
Wood cold summer footsteps, turned to look at him: "Sun Zhi, I only ask: Is it what you do?"
Sun Zhijing calmed down and smiled: "What do you say? How can I not understand."
The wood cold summer face was cold, turned and entered the elevator, cold road: "Don't follow."
Sun Zhi stood in the same place and watched the elevator door slowly close. He was silent for a while, and suddenly he punched his fist on the wall and gently snorted "fuck."
The elevator goes up at high speed.
Wood winter and summer stared at the number on the door, and kept jumping up: 43, 44, 45... She always looked quietly and indifferently until she reached the top.
The elevator door opened. This single-seat front desk lady just put down the phone and looked at her. She probably got Sun Zhi’s embarrassment without asking or blocking. The wood cold summer has been going in, to the door of the deepest and most secluded chairman's office.
The lights here are all cold, and the vast area is luxurious and exquisite, empty, only one of his houses, a door. Two men sat on the sofa at the door and looked as though they were waiting for his interview. Sitting next to the desk, a young man, should be Lin Mochen’s assistant.
Mu Hanxia said: "I am a wood cold summer, I came to see Lin Mochen."
She did not recognize the assistant, but the assistant recognized her. She immediately smiled and said: "You are here, please wait a moment, I will immediately inform the chairman."
When the two talked, the two men on the sofa looked up at the same time and looked at her. The reaction in the wood cold summer was also very sharp. His eyes swept over the faces of the two men and fell on the work cards hanging on their chests. One person is "Winchen Group - E-commerce Division - Senior Project Manager", and the other is "Winchen Group - Information Technology Department - Senior Engineer". The wood was cold in the summer, and the two men seemed to be flashing in the blink of an eye under her gaze.The heart of the wood cold summer is sinking, and for a time it feels like a gray heart.
At this time, the assistant has knocked on the door, and the wood cold summer retracted his view and looked straight ahead. Not waiting for the assistant to report, he has crossed him and walked in.
The assistant stunned and closed the door for them.
The house is facing south, and the room is transparent. The floor-to-ceiling windows reflect the vast and quiet scenery of the city. The plain sofa, the dark grey curtain, and the black desk are as simple and deep as he is.
He sat at the table, dressed in suits and suits. Look up and look at her.
Couples can't meet each other for a few days, but goodbye is such a situation. In the cold winter, he looked at his handsome face, and blocked the boulders in his chest. Suddenly, it was difficult to speak.
The surroundings are so quiet, there is a slight sandalwood float in the air. He stared at her silently for a few seconds and smiled: "Summer, what's the matter with me?"
The waves are not shocked, calm and gentle.
Mu Hanxia: "Yeah, I am looking for you, something."
The two were quiet for a while. He didn't look at her again, but looked away, then picked up the teacup on the table and drank slowly.
He clearly said nothing, did nothing, Mu Hanxia looked at him, but suddenly his heart hurts, and suddenly there was an urge to give up the question and turn away. But the eyes of the two people at the door, Sun Zhi’s words and minds, and Zhang Wei’s lying on the bed, covered with white cloth, were so deep in her mind. Her chest was very stagnation, but she still spoke: "The E-show website was destroyed, Zhang Hao died, he did not see his dream come true. Just left the world."
Lin Mochen looked at her sideways, and his eyes were as clear as water: "The sorrow."
Mu Hanxia said: "I can't make a sorrow! Who is calculating? Who made me fall short and made him hate to die? You said, who is it?"
Lin Mochen quieted for a moment and suddenly smiled: "Do you think it is me? You ask me?"
Although there was anticipation, but seeing him reacting like this, somewhere in the heart of Mu Hanxia was suddenly loose. But she found that this did not alleviate any sorrow and grievances. Because she heard herself asking: "Do you dare to say...has nothing to do with the minister?"
Lin Mochen was silent. The eyes are as deep as the cold snow.
In the air, there is something like a sad atmosphere spreading. Mu Hanxia suddenly seems to have been pumped away all the strength, she said: "Lin Mochen, you are self-sufficient." Turned and wanted to leave.
"What do you mean?" His voice sounded, "Wood cold summer, what does this mean?"
The wood was cold and summer, and he replied: "It doesn't mean anything. I don't want to talk anymore. Just when I'm not feeling right, don't come to me for the time being, let me calm down."
But the voice just fell, he has come up from behind the table and grabbed her hand: "Wooden summer, even if Zhang Hao is dead, your E-show is smashed, and the people of the two companies are fighting for you." What is the relationship with the two of us? We are so good these days...""How is it all right?" Mu Hanxia looked back at him and looked at his cold face. "Do you know that I am returning to China this time, just for Zhang Wei? Do you know his kindness to me? The meaning of it? My feelings... I feel like these days, I have been hanging under the cliff, trying to climb up, like thin ice, step by step. I finally waited for me to climb to the edge of the cliff, but your person, one foot Kick me down! It’s all ruined! I can’t get anything now!”
Lin Mochen has been firmly holding her wrist, but the look is a little shocked, and people laughed: "Are you going back to China for Zhang Wei? Just for him? Then me, wood cold summer? Where is my heart?" ”
In the cold winter, the heart is colic, and the bite is not spoken.
He is still laughing, cold and gently smiling: "You said that after you return home, you feel like you have been hanging under the cliff? This is your feeling? Feeling of everything? Wood Summer, my Summer... is different. It’s totally different from seven years ago. In your heart, many people, many things, are already more important than my Lin Mochen. Right? Zhang Wei is more important than me. Dreams are more important than me. Whatever he and mom are. I am important. I can't see these days, waiting for you to do what you want to do. If you don't say it, I won't ask. Because in my heart, what is more important than you? But in the wood, I am in your heart. What? What? Do you really love me? Still love?"
The tears in the eyes of the wood cold summer ooze out, only to think that his words are like a knife, all inserted into her heart. She is very uncomfortable, like a thousand words to say, to defend, but not to say.
"No..."
"Not what?" Lin Mochen looked at her.
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