hear the voice of the soul

Chapter 259
　The long-awaited first-class coffee is so bitter
　Even with double milk and double sugar, it's still bitter
　Tang Yumo just passed the voyage from Florence to Paris alone without eating and tasteless.

　The Christmas atmosphere in Paris is much stronger than that in Florence. The duty-free shops at the airport are full of people, and there are also tourists from all over the world on the streets.

　Back at the hotel Yunju booked for the writers, Tang Yumo locked himself in the room and fell asleep intermittently for a day and a night.

　In the middle, I occasionally get up to drink some water, eat a piece of bread, go to the bathroom, and continue to sleep.

　When Jiang Ping came to knock on her door just before leaving to return home, she hurriedly checked her face in the mirror and realized that although she had slept for so long, her eyes were covered with heavy dark circles and slightly swollen.

　Jiang Ping was taken aback by Tang Yumo who opened the door like this, his hands shook, and the things he was holding accidentally spilled on the floor.

　"Ah, I'm sorry, Writer Tang! Did you stay up all night writing? I haven't seen each other for the past few days..." Jiang Ping explained while picking up the small boxes that had fallen on the ground, and kept using his sleeves with great care. Dust off the box from dropping it.

　"What is this?" Tang Yumo asked in puzzlement when he saw these small boxes so nervous.

　"Ah, I'm really sorry, Writer Tang! This is the limited edition international...handkerchief..."

　"What? Handkerchief? Give it to me? ... When did it happen?"

　"Well, just yesterday, he suddenly called back and said that he wanted to buy a handkerchief, specifying a brand and style, and asked me to do it quickly. I was surprised that the chief rarely used handkerchiefs in recent years. He used to pay attention to them when he was in the Gu family mansion. Afterwards, I didn’t like these cumbersome things much... I bought them and found out that they were for you, Miss Tang, hehe.”

　"Did he say anything else?"

　"No. He didn't say it... I don't dare to ask, the chief is very mysterious recently, but I'm really curious about how you celebrate your birthday." "Birthday? Whose birthday is it?"

　"Ah? Didn't you go to celebrate the chief's birthday the day before yesterday?"

　"The day before yesterday? You mean, Christmas Eve is his birthday?"

　"Yeah, you don't know? It's strange..."

　"Well, he didn't say."

　"That's right, let me just say that the Chief Mystery has been mysterious and weird recently..."

　"Isn't he always like this?"

　"That's true..." Jiang Ping found that Tang Yumo knew Gu Yihan quite well.

　After hearing Jiang Ping's words, Tang Yumo felt a little uneasy.It turned out that Christmas Eve was Gu Yihan's birthday, and he was so careless that he didn't realize the meaning contained in his different emotions.Moreover, I didn't even have time to say a word to him: Happy birthday!

　Not only that, but it was inappropriate to let him revisit the old place, reminding him of those unpleasant childhood memories.

　Tang Yumo sighed and helped Jiang Ping pick up the small box on the ground.It was really a dozen, a full twelve.Each small box is extremely exquisite, and a square of precious silk is properly placed inside.

　Tang Yumo left one, and pushed the rest of the boxes into Jiang Ping's hand: "I'll just keep one. Return these. If you don't need them here, it's a waste."

　"This..." Jiang Ping was a little embarrassed and dared not agree.

(End of this chapter)