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"Have you seen brother Junxiao?"

Her rhetorical question also made Xu zhe stop persuading her, replaced by a long silence.

Her eyes were filled with warm and expectant eyes, and even her breathing was slightly heavier.

The kind of expression that wants to get affirmation from Xu Zhe's mouth makes Xu zhe have nowhere to hide.

He looked away from her, and his expression was very tangled.

Unexpectedly, song Manxi was excited by his silence.

She rose from her seat.

The tone was a little heavy: "you saw him, didn't you?"

I don't know how. I feel like crying. My eyes are sour and can't be suppressed.

"When? Where? Is he okay?"

"Are you thin? Do you eat well? Did you tell you when he would like to come back here?"

Song Manxi was getting closer and closer to Xu Zhe. He seemed to want to pick up his collar and force him to say.

"You say, does your silence mean that what I said is true? The restaurant where these meals were made was the one we went to when we were in middle school, me, my brother Junlin, and him."

"I remember the smell."

"At that time, he had a conflict with Jun's family, so he moved out and lived with grandma. In order to make a living, he went to work."

"This is the restaurant I went to."

"This matter is known only to me, him and brother Junlin. Others certainly don't know, but you specially went to Jiangcheng and bought these meals."

Song Manxi said and smiled bitterly: "I should have thought of the problem of time. It will take five hours to drive back and forth from work. It will take at least six or seven hours to enter t city."

"But you came back at this time, which means that you didn't pack these meals, but him, right?"

Song Manxi's words finally made Xu zhe stop pretending to be ignorant.

He took a cardboard out of his suit pocket.

Sighed and handed it to her.

"Miss Song, I really can't hide it. In fact, these are not the meals I bought, but I haven't seen the young master."

"Look at this cardboard first. When I received these lunch boxes in the downstairs lobby of the company, the cardboard was stuffed with them."

After his voice fell, song Manxi finally retreated and opened the distance between the two people.

He took the cardboard handed to him by Xu Zhe, looked at the words on it and read it carefully.

He began to laugh as he read, with bitterness in his smile, and tears in his eyes as he smiled.

She held the cardboard tightly, as if to make a mark on it.

No longer looking at Xu Zhe, he walked past with vain steps, turned his back to him and stood in front of the large French window.

Under the night lights and neon lights.

She closed her eyes, and the light shone on the fluffy eyelashes, reflecting the bright water marks on the top.

She settled down and felt that she had recovered her strength. She raised her hands and hugged herself. She wanted to give herself the courage to support herself in this way.

Now, it's not winter, but she feels a little cold.

That kind of cold, cold to the bone, from the inside to the outside.

Spread all over the body, suffocating.

Xu zhe didn't intend to show her the paper jam. Now, looking at her state of crying and laughing, she regrets to the extreme.