We're not even friends.
His contact with Yao Yao was limited to work-related matters; they never even ate together in private.
Song Lingshan raised her voice: "Just colleagues?"
Su Luo asked, puzzled, "What do you think?"
Song Lingshan called me over alone just to ask me this? How strange!
"Then why are you blushing when you take pictures of her?"
Song Lingshan said excitedly.
Su Luo has been taking photos of her for a year. Does she blush every time?
When they are alone together in the studio, will they still do anything extreme?
Su Luo was even more surprised.
"Is it normal for me to blush? She was so close to me, and... and she was in that position..."
Please, he's a normal man. Even if he has no feelings for Yao Yao, isn't it normal for him to blush when he sees that kind of scene?
Why was Song Lingshan angry? What was the reason for her anger?
Song Lingshan's chest rose and fell slightly.
He beckoned with his hand, his sharp fingertips digging into the lines of his palm.
"Can't you just control yourself for a second?"
She knew it was normal for men to react to women's advances, but she always felt that Su Luo was different from other men and should be more self-controlled than others.
"I can't control myself... I really..."
Before he could finish speaking, Song Lingshan slapped him across the face!
Su Luo's pupils dilated.
Oh no, Su Luo had witnessed Song Lingshan's skills firsthand. She was a professional fighter who could take on three opponents at once and could crush a glass with her bare hands.
If that slap had landed on my face, I'd definitely be in the hospital.
But they were so close, it was too late to hide.
Just when Su Luo thought he was about to die, the hand stopped one centimeter away from him.
Su Luo looked up at Song Lingshan in disbelief.
But I saw glistening tears in her beautiful eyes.
Su Luo's heart tightened, and she asked helplessly, "Why are you crying?"
This was the first time Su Luo had seen her like this in the three years they had been together.
Song Lingshan ate instant noodles with him for months without crying.
His dilapidated rented room was poorly heated in winter, and the windows were covered in frost. His hands would get frostbite when he wrote, but Song Lingshan didn't cry.
That night, when he broke up with her, he didn't see Song Lingshan shed a tear. Instead, she rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a cleaver, and tried to kill him.
In his mind, Song Lingshan was like an invincible female warrior; she would never shed tears.
But what's wrong today? Why is this happening?
Which of his words just now stung Song Lingshan's strong heart?
Song Lingshan tilted her head back slightly, stubbornly refusing to let her tears fall, her expression one of utter desolation and frustration.
"You weren't like this before, you've changed."
She remembered that when they were in school, Su Luo would never look at other girls, and would put all his energy into studying and taking care of her.
The reason she still misses Su Luo even after three years apart is not just because Su Luo is gentle and considerate.
It's good that he is incredibly sincere and devoted to his relationships.
Su Luo listened quietly, watching the tears welling up in her eyes.
His hand unconsciously reached for Song Lingshan's face, but stopped in mid-air.
Has he changed? Perhaps he has.
After all, he and Song Lingshan had been separated for three years, so how could they still be like they were when they were deeply in love?
"Yes, I've changed."
"..."
Song Lingshan didn't speak, staring blankly at him, seemingly lost in thought.
"Mr. Song, if there's nothing else, I... I can go now?"
He couldn't stay any longer; since they had already broken up, there was no need to keep pestering each other.
"..."
Song Lingshan remained silent.
Su Luo took this as tacit consent, turned around, and quickly fled the scene.
The sky was getting dark.
It was dinnertime.
The staff gathered at the hotel's seafood restaurant for a delicious meal.
Sulo and the photography department staff sat at a table.
Su Luo picked up her chopsticks and glanced worriedly at the table where the company executives were sitting.
Seeing Song Lingshan having dinner with her employees as usual, with a cool and serious expression, her eyes were no longer red, and her makeup had been carefully touched up, making her look flawless.
Su Luo let out a deep breath, finally able to relax.
It seems that Song Lingshan has calmed down and completely given up hope on herself, which is good.
Ye Xiaotian nudged Su Luo with his elbow.
"Supervisor, why are you so distracted? What are you thinking about?"
Su Luo smiled and said, "It's nothing."
He picked up a piece of scallop meat, put it in his mouth, and chewed it heartily.
"It's good that you're alright. Let's have a drink."
Ye Xiaotian picked up a glass of foreign liquor.
Su Luo clinked glasses with him, tilted her head back, and drank the glass in one gulp.
The icy, spicy liquor rushed down my throat, causing a burning sensation.
"Mr. Song, you have quite the capacity for alcohol!"
"Amazing, amazing!"
A noisy commotion arose from not far away.
Su Luo glanced sideways, her pupils dilating slightly.
The whiskey in front of Song Lingshan was empty, but she opened another bottle as if nothing had happened, poured herself a full glass, and drank it down in one gulp without hesitation.
She... she has a bad stomach, doesn't she?
Why are you still drinking so much?
Seeing Su Luo lost in thought, Ye Xiaotian asked in confusion.
"What are you looking at?"
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