After the Xu father and son finished their conversation, the car arrived at the company.
Another busy Monday is about to begin.
Xu Ziyu asked his assistant to make coffee, and after entering his office, he turned on his computer first.
Looking at the monotonous computer desktop, I couldn't help but search for Zhang Luoxi Kui's concert poster, remove the text and watermark, and use it as my desktop background.
This poster shows her profile. Her nose is beautiful, small and pert, perfectly proportioned.
After finishing this tedious task, he prepared to work.
The assistant came in, put down the coffee, and his gaze inadvertently fell on the computer desktop. He quickly looked away, bowed, and left.
Xu Ziyu started checking work emails and dealing with Monday's tasks.
During his lunch break, he stretched his neck and took out his phone to call Luo Xikui, but then he remembered the seven-hour time difference. It should be four or five in the morning where she was, and he didn't want to disturb her rest.
Little did they know, their phone rang at that moment, and the caller ID showed Luo Xikui.
He answered the phone halfway through, frowning slightly: "Why aren't you asleep at this hour?"
"No, I went to sleep last night and set an alarm to wake up." Luo Xikui hugged the blanket, bent her legs, and rested her chin on her knees, saying, "Tuantuan, I miss you so much."
Xu Ziyu's brow gradually relaxed, and he smiled faintly: "Why don't you sleep a little longer? You went to bed very late last night."
He called her when he got home from the airport in the morning; it was past 11 p.m. where she was.
"I can't sleep because I miss you." Luo Xikui lay down, rubbing her cheek against the pillow while listening to the phone.
"How can you fall asleep?" Xu Ziyu was worried that she wouldn't get enough sleep and wouldn't have the energy for the concert.
"Sing me a song."
"No." No one is perfect. Xu Ziyu's musicality was inherited from Ni Sitian, and he was tone-deaf.
"Then just say whatever you want." Luo Xikui was actually a little sleepy, but she just wanted to hear his voice.
Xu Ziyu had no choice but to say, "Then I'll read a passage of French."
"Mmm." Although Luo Xikui didn't understand, she had no objection because she remembered that his voice sounded particularly nice when he spoke French, gentle as if he were saying sweet nothings.
Xu Ziyu thought for a moment, then began to read: "Jet'aimenonseulementpourcequetuesmaispource..."
Luo Xikui couldn't help but ask halfway through the conversation, "What does this mean?"
"Just listen," Xu Ziyu said, pursing her lips.
Lost in the beauty of these words, Luo Xikui slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep.
When Xu Ziyu heard her breathing slow down, he smiled faintly and said softly, "Silly girl, it's because I love you, not just because you are you, but also because every time I get close to you, I am no longer the person I used to be."
He smiled, put away his phone, and then got up to go out for lunch.
While waiting for the elevator, he ran into Xin Chun, and the memory of Luo Xi Kui clinging to him again came to mind, causing his gaze to darken.
"I went to see Aunt Ni yesterday, and I heard you went to Vienna." Xin Chun smiled at Xu Ziyu. "Did you go to see Xiao Kui?"
"Mm." Xu Ziyu nodded.
"I didn't expect you to be so impulsive when it comes to love. Xiao Kui must be very happy." Xin Chun spoke as if she were a friend.
Xu Ziyu looked at her, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Xin Chun pursed her lips, sensing that his gaze was strange, as if it were questioning her.
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