domestic.

Eleven o'clock at night.

The Rong Group's president's office on the 66th floor is brightly lit.

Rong Luchi was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window in a black shirt and black pants, with one hand in his pocket and the other gently shaking the tall wine glass in his hand.

There was light behind him, but he was half hidden in the darkness, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly.

Lonely, cold, and as unapproachable as an iceberg.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"BOSS~" Mu Sen's voice came from behind.

Rong Luchi raised his head and drank the red wine in the glass.

Then his broad figure turned sideways, and half of his cold face gradually became clear.

"Not off work yet?" Rong Luchi walked from the dim floor-to-ceiling window to the desk.

From dark to light.

Like a king in the darkness, he walked towards us coldly and arrogantly.

Mu Sen smiled bitterly when asked this question.

"Boss, let's split this 66th floor into two. When you live here, I'll live to your south."

Four years.

Ever since the boss was abandoned by his lovely wife, he has gone crazy.

From the beginning, he was indifferent to worldly affairs, staying in her house every day and getting drunk.

After a year, I seemed like a different person, a workaholic, and directly converted my office into a bachelor apartment.

Besides work, it's all about overtime.

He, Mr. Gu, Mr. Jiang, and Mr. Shi were responsible for watching over him to prevent him from dying suddenly that day.

Well, he is at the company, so he won’t go back to his residence.

Rong Luchi glanced coldly at what Mu Sen was holding in his hand.

"What?"

"This is the... medical examination report of the president's wife. The doctor said she is recovering well. He got President Shi drunk yesterday and said that his wife might return home soon." Mu Sen happily reported the news.

I hope to give this man who has been depressed for four years and has become cold and heartless some hope.

"No need, there's no need!" Rong Luchi's handsome face, which had been indifferent and distant just now, suddenly showed a hint of cold anger.

There was a hint of coldness in the voice.

I hid from her for four years, saying I was just studying and going to accompany her when I have time.

He had just returned to China when, within a few days, she disappeared.

The information I found was all about her traveling around the world to treat her depression.

For four years, he has become sick with longing.

I was also afraid that if I really found her, it would aggravate her illness.

He endured these four years alone.

Like a machine.

Mu Sen saw that his boss was not as happy as he expected.

But he raised his eyebrows slightly just now, and it seemed that he still cared about the information in his hand.

He saw the strangeness at that moment clearly.

"Boss, I'll put it here for you. Take a look later."

Rong Luchi leaned back in the big chair, closed his eyes and said nothing.

Mu Sen pursed his lips and placed the case in his hand on his desk.

Mu Sen was about to turn around, but couldn't help but ask curiously, "Boss, aren't you looking forward to Miss Song coming back to you? I heard she's a very famous designer now, and her depression has been cured. You two will be reunited soon. Aren't you happy?"

Rong Luchi snorted coldly.

Still no answer.

This made Mu Sen completely unable to tell what he was thinking.

Forget it, after all, he is a resentful husband abandoned by his wife, so he won't rub salt into his wounds.

Mu Sen walked out slowly and closed the office door.

This entire floor has been completely converted into an office-residence combining living and working.

As soon as he went out, Mu Sen immediately called Jiang Mo and reported what had just happened.

Hearing the words "no ripples at all", Jiang Mo frowned slightly.

After understanding the situation, Jiang Mo reported the matter to Zhou Mianmian, who then told Song Wanwan about the situation so that she could be mentally prepared.

When Song Wanwan heard this adjective without any ripples and with a hint of sarcasm, her fair little face fell into a moment of thought.

"Sister, why aren't you talking?" Zhou Mianmian became worried.

They all formed a tacit understanding and knew each other's situation, but no one broke the paper.

Because Wanwan's condition was disguised as a depression patient, Jiang Mo and the others were concerned about her health and kept waiting.

After waiting for so long for the good news of his return, the other party didn't show any reaction.

"Wanwan, you won't think of giving up..."

"How can I give up on him? If I give up on him, where can I find such a perfect husband? Where can my daughter find such a perfect father?" Song Wanwan said with her arms folded across her chest.

Hearing this, Zhou Mianmian breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good, but you didn't say anything. It seemed like you were angry."

"I understand him. He may appear calm on the surface, but he's definitely so excited inside he's losing sleep. From now on, he'll be eagerly anticipating my appearance every day!"

After Song Wanwan finished speaking, she smiled, her cat eyes sparkling with brilliance.

The once optimistic Song Wanwan is really back.

However, she was right.

It's late at night and everyone is asleep.

After taking a shower, Rong Luchi returned to the wine cabinet in the office to get some wine.

I passed by the desk several times, pretending to ignore the document, but my eyes were involuntarily attracted to it.

Finally he walked over with a glass of wine.

I picked it up casually and read it quickly.

There was a barely perceptible hint of joy on his cool and handsome face.

Soon, it was over in a flash.

Open the drawer next to it, and inside is everything about Song Wanwan.

After putting it away, he picked up the wine glass beside him and drank it all in one gulp.

His heartless wife finally remembered him as a man!

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