Madam, president loves you secrectly

She cried faintly, her voice was thin, and she bit her lips hard.

Let Xu zhe see in his eyes, but also feel powerless. He doesn't know what method to comfort him or what he can say.

In this way, Xu zhe stood aside silently and watched her cry out all her emotions.

After a long time, when the food was cold, he said softly, "Miss Song, in fact, you don't have to do this. Maybe the young master hasn't thought about it yet."

Song Manxi glanced at him with Yu Guang, raised his hand and wiped the tears on his cheeks.

Turn around.

"No time, don't wait."

Song Manxi raised the black-and-white cardboard in his hand and wrote four words in black and white.

That's the handwriting of brother Junxiao.

She knew every stroke and kept it in her mind.

"What does he mean by this sentence? It means that he doesn't want to come back, does he?"

Xu zhe breathed a sigh of relief and felt powerless.

"He prepared the food in that restaurant, which shows that he understands what I mean. He must know what I've done this year, but he still doesn't want to see me."

She was willing to give everything and waited until she couldn't wait. She did everything to let him know her feelings.

But he's still holding back.

Why shrink back? She's going to stand in front of everything.

In the past, he and she loved each other silently, but now she wants to love clearly.

"Xu Zhe, can you tell me what I should do?"

What can I do to get this precarious relationship back on track.

……

At night, Xu Limun followed Xiao Cong step by step.

The shop doors along the way have been lit with colored lights, so that the shadow of the man in a suit in front is reflected on the ground.

She didn't want to talk to him, and she didn't know why he kept walking this way back to the hotel.

Can only keep a safe distance.

She didn't want to be ridiculed by him, or say seven or eight, and then there was another one.

But as we walked, the people in front gradually stopped and stood where they were, as if waiting for her.

Xu Limun's feet were sore after stepping on his boots all day. When he stopped and she subconsciously stopped, she almost twisted her feet.

"I said, Mr. Xiao, you walk, but can you stop scaring people?"

She bent over and rubbed her feet, her expression full of complaints.

Because it was night, Xiao Cong had taken off his sunglasses and put on a black mask.

Xu Limun is still despised in the bottom of his heart. Is this man so shameful? People feel that there is no place in the whole body that is not black.

She kept a distance of two meters from him. Xu Limun couldn't see the expression on his face because her back was facing him.

Only a faint sound came through the banyan tree with the night wind.

It's deep and thick.

"Where's your recording?"

Didn't those policemen search her recording?

She cast aside her eyes and looked elsewhere.

"It was searched."

"Did you record it?"

Xiao Cong's volume increased by more than eight degrees.

"Recorded... Recorded. It's evidence. Why don't I record it? What's more, it's evidence under a shocking conspiracy."

Joke, even if I don't record it, I won't tell you. In that case, it proves that my ability to work is poor.