They both realized that no one could win an argument with anyone else on this matter.
The car was parked at the entrance of the residential area.
"You can go now. I'm going back to the company to sleep," Jiang Chao said in a deep voice. "Get some sleep."
Liu Yan didn't say anything, slammed the door shut, and silently got out of the car.
He watched the girl's retreating figure silently until it disappeared long afterward, before stepping on the gas.
Actually, Liu Yan didn't leave.
She peeked out from the corner of the wall and watched Jiang Chao's black Mercedes drive further and further away before she collapsed to the ground, as if all her strength had been drained.
A chill suddenly swept in from all directions, biting cold to the bone.
I had just hugged my knees when the tears I had been holding back for so long suddenly started flowing.
It's very cold in Hangzhou tonight, as if it's saying goodbye to the past year in a strange way.
I know you're busy.
Amidst the clamor of the cold wind, the faint sound of a girl sobbing could be heard.
"But I don't have any friends left..."
......
On the other side, Chen Lu called Jiang Chao, but couldn't get through.
I still couldn't get it working on the second try.
It seems things aren't going too well...
He muttered to himself, a little worried.
I don't know if my son has listened to my instructions properly.
Liang Zhirou had been gone for over an hour, and it was already completely dark.
Only by the beam of light from the streetlights downstairs could one barely make out the way the snowflakes were falling; from a distance, they looked like swarms of flying insects hovering around the streetlights in summer.
Looking out the window at the heavy snow that showed no signs of abating, Chen Lu's mood grew increasingly heavy.
I gently pressed my palm against the window, and my once warm palm suddenly became icy cold, quickly leaving a handprint there.
The window was already blurred by the fog, but he could see it more clearly through the palm print.
People's feelings about the same scenery can vary depending on their mood.
He felt that he and Jiang Chao would only feel annoyed by the snow.
The last snowfall of the year was particularly untimely.
He suddenly realized that he looked like a lonely old man with his coat on, and couldn't help but give a bitter laugh.
Knock knock.
There was a sudden, light knock on the door.
"who?"
"takeout."
The delivery guy's voice was a bit muffled, but you could tell he was a girl.
"I didn't buy anything, who ordered it for me?"
Chen Lu pushed open the door with a puzzled look on his face, only to freeze in place.
He saw Liang Zhirou gently patting the snow off her body, and many snowflakes were scattered on her long hair, giving her a unique beauty.
A relatively large piece of hair fell onto her temple, like a hairpin.
Chen Lu was somewhat engrossed in watching, and his heart ached slightly. This place wasn't close to either the bus or subway stations, so this silly guy must have walked for a long time in the heavy snow.
"Um, Miaomiao suddenly got sick."
While he was distracted, Liang Zhirou lowered her head, turned her face away, and muttered softly.
"She's sick, what are you doing here?" Chen Lu leaned against the door, knowing the answer already, but he still couldn't help asking with a mischievous smile.
"I don't know, I just walked here after I got off the bus..."
After suppressing a laugh, Liang Zhirou finished speaking, then mustered her courage to raise her head and secretly glance at Chen Lu.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
