From reading a book to doing a live broadcast, until she took a shower and lay in bed, Ye Wan always felt that something important had been overlooked.

I just can't remember.

In the dim room, the cell phone emitted a faint light.

Seeing the screen move and the date change from 20 to 21, Ye Wan's heart moved and he remembered.

He immediately sat up and made a video call.

It was midnight in the capital, and five in the evening in Paris.

The video was connected, and Ye Wan looked apologetic, "Tangtang, I'm sorry..."

June 19th is Tang Mulin’s birthday.

As a result, she forgot everything.

"Don't be sorry."

On the screen, Tang Mulin smiled and said, "Wanwan, if I forgot your birthday, would you be angry?"

"Of course not."

Ye Wan blurted out, and the two smiled at each other.

We talked about little Baozi who was recovering well from the surgery, the extremely beautiful street scenes in Paris, and the interesting people and things in school.

Hearing that she didn't mention Chu Jinnian at all, and looking at her face that looked a little thinner than in the previous video, Ye Wan felt heartbroken.

"Wanwan, summer vacation is coming soon, are you going to join the group?"

"Yeah. What about you?"

“As for me…”

Tang Mulin paused, "I have already told my instructor that I will go to her studio for an internship for a while."

In the past, I would feel extremely sad only when I thought about going back to Sicheng.

And now, the mood seems to have intensified.

Even just thinking about returning home makes my heart ache like needles.

Looking back, the afterglow of the sunset deepened little by little.

But soon, the orange-yellow color will be diluted little by little, and then, a large area of ​​darkness will come.

After hanging up the video, Tang Mulin trotted back to the apartment.

The door closed, and I slid down to the floor with my back against the door. The surroundings gradually became quiet.

When the door was knocked, Tang Mulin opened it and saw the housekeeper standing at the door, "Miss Tang, your express delivery..."

Tang Mulin's heart sank as he saw the familiar handwriting on the express delivery slip.

When he took the briefcase, his hand trembled slightly.

There was a copy of Sicheng Evening News in the briefcase.

Look at the time, it was two days ago.

When I opened it, I saw the economic news on the front page.

"The Zhao family is history, and the Chu family will create new glory."

Tang Mulin stood there in a daze.

After Valentine's Day, Chu Jinnian left Paris and returned to Sicheng.

For more than four months, Tang Mulin had not paid special attention to any news from Sicheng.

But even so, I still know more or less what happened in Sicheng from the circle of friends of my friends and classmates in Sicheng.

The Zhao family’s capital chain was broken, orders dropped sharply and the stock price plummeted.

The Zhao family asked Chu Jinnian for help, but seemed to be rejected.

As of this month, as reported in the newspapers, the once powerful Zhao Group has lost its glory, and the rising Chu Group has swallowed it up in one gulp, like a tiger returning to the forest.

The two little guys in my heart are fighting.

One said that it had nothing to do with her and asked her to keep her heart shut and not to think too much.

Another said, "Sugar, look, this is all for you!"

Hearing a slight noise, Tang Mulin woke up from his dream in the middle of the night.

Tang Mulin's eyes fell on the buckwheat pillow Susanna gave her, and her expression darkened.

Susanna has moved out three days ago, and no one knows what kind of new neighbor will move in in the future.

When the drizzle hit the window, Tang Mulin opened his eyes and found that it was already dawn.

In the corridor, the sound of heavy objects being moved was heard again.

When there was a knock on the door, Tang Mulin walked to the door barefoot.

(End of this chapter)