CEO, Be Serious This Time

Su Yun didn't say a word.

She suddenly felt very tired.

She shakes her head in a funny way. Tears fall down one by one, hitting the muddy toe and her heart.

Nothing to say.

With a low smile, she staggered him and walked upstairs step by step.

"Su Yun, you answer! Admit it, you are a bitch, you just can't let Xi Yucheng go! "

The man's voice was pounding in her ear, but it never penetrated into her cochlea again.

She couldn't hear anything. She just went upstairs quietly until she opened the door and sat down.

Outside the window, the wind and rain rumbled and the thunder roared.

Once, it's a whole night.

The next day is not bright, Su Yun has been pushing a simple snack car, to the most prosperous part of the city.

Busy, perhaps is the easiest way to forget everything. The past washed by time is full of busy atmosphere.

Like Xi Yucheng in five years.

His days abroad were really hard.

He had no money, so he had to work as a Chinese tutor at the same time as a handyman. Fortunately, the customers he met were not too difficult to serve, so that he could not live in a distant foreign country.

At that time, he was like a winded machine, working, studying and experimenting day and night.

In the course of five years, he taught himself in three years, and then began to study constantly, never letting himself idle for a moment.

He even fainted from hunger more than once or twice.

After the rainstorm, the sky is as clear as blue.

Xi Yucheng walked out of the car and looked at the blue sky in the distance, but his mood was still gloomy.

The sight falls, carelessly sweeps what, he a Leng, both hands and feet all seem to have been injected with ice, frozen stiff.

It's su Yun.

She was wearing a greasy apron and couldn't see the pattern clearly. I don't know how long the old cart in front of me was. It looks like it's going to fall apart.

She stood there in a flurry, dealing with customers and making pancakes one by one.

Thin beads of sweat oozed out of her forehead, and the tip of her small nose was wet with sweat.

"Two yuan for each. Here, three yuan for you."

Su Yun handed over the money, too busy to lift his head, and asked: "Hello, how many pancakes do you want?"

"I don't want it."

She was stunned, holding chopsticks in the same place.

"What a coincidence." Xi Yucheng said.

Su Yun didn't say a word, and resumed his hand's action, but when he finally packed the pancake into a bag, he rubbed it several times, but he couldn't open the plastic bag.

"You're so clumsy, how can you make money?"

"If you don't want to buy it, please make room for the guests in the back."

The plastic bag finally rolled open.

She said without looking up, as if facing a stranger, very polite.

Xi Yucheng sneered, "you are like ghosts everywhere."

Behind him, someone saw him say hello loudly. After Xi Yucheng turned around, Su Yun dared to look up.

She found out that today he was wearing a very formal, straight black suit, carrying a same black briefcase.

In my memory, he seldom wore formal clothes. The only time he wore a ring for her was that day.

Pure white and clean.

Su Yun didn't want to hear their conversation, but she heard some of it.

It turns out that Xi Yucheng is here to hold a seminar. It seems that he wants to discuss leukemia.