Song Xijiao lowered the car window and heard a cacophony of noises: the cries of vegetable vendors, the bargaining of pedestrians, the laughter of children, the ringing of bicycle bells...

The atmosphere of worldly life is what soothes the hearts of ordinary people the most.

She is greedy for this worldly fireworks, greedy for life, greedy...

Pei Zhiting.

She loved every minute and every second with Pei Zhiting.

I really want to get off work soon, I miss Pei Zhiting so much.

Song Xijiao took out her cell phone and sent a message to Pei Zhiting.

[Mr. Pei, how are you feeling today? ]

[Usually, my wife is very busy and has no time to pay attention to me.]

[Mr. Pei, look down. Your wife is in your arms.]

Oh, really?

[Mr. Pei, I brought you your favorite wine. Can you have a drink with me tonight?]

Madam, I may not be in the mood.

[Mr. Pei, what are you thinking about? ]

[I was thinking, I didn’t do anything good today, but I missed the opportunity to do good.]

Song Xijiao was stunned when she saw the news, the corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously, and then quickly straightened.

She typed a reply.

[Mr. Pei, I didn't do anything good today, but I did encounter a good thing today.]

What good news?

[Mr. Pei, I love you.]

Pei Zhiting is the king of her spiritual world.

Waiting for his reply is like waiting for a reward.

She used to think that she would never have such a wanton and flamboyant moment again in her life.

After fate destroyed her happiness unexpectedly, she really doubted what else she could have.

"Ahem... Boss... Cell phone... Cell phone..."

In Xiting's senior conference room, Pei Yu looked at Pei Zhiting's mobile phone under the table and winked at him frantically, almost shining the laser pen in his hand on his head.

“Cough cough cough…”

Coughing sounds one after another.

Pei Zhiting finally came back to his senses, but those three words kept repeating in his mind. His heart was like dry wood suddenly meeting a raging fire, crackling, or lime suddenly meeting running water, gurgling out white smoke. He felt like he was in a three-dimensional illusion, a four-dimensional space, wandering in the void. The two people in the three-dimensional illusion were still teasing his nerves, causing him to have a headache and tinnitus.

He seemed to hear something. What? Dong-dong-dong? Dong-dong-dong? Dong-dong-dong? Dong-dong-dong? Dong-dong-dong? Dong-dong-dong? Dong-dong-dong? Dong-dong-dong? Dong-dong-dong? Dong-dong-dong?

The speaker mode was clearly not turned on, so why did he hear a "dong dong dong" sound in his ears?

"Let's continue the discussion."

"Mr. Pei, that... that..."

Pei Yu was about to speak again when he was stopped by his gaze. He looked at his phone again, gritted his teeth, and shut up.

"Um... Mr. Pei, your phone's Bluetooth is connected to the conference room's projector. My wife just sent you a message, and it's all projected on the big screen."

There was discussion just now, but now there is dead silence.

“Oh, it’s off.”

Pei Zhiting remained calm and turned off Bluetooth.

There was a snap, as if something was breaking.

Pei Yu looked at him, then at the phone in his hand, wishing he could crush it for him.