Mystery Lover: The President's Deep Favor

"Thank you."

Singing no words, said thanks, carrying a bag, on the elevator.

At the door of Su Jinghuan's office, she took a deep breath and gently knocked on the door.

After a while, Su Jinghuan's voice came from the door, "please come in."

He tidied up his clothes and opened the door gently.

In the office, Su Jinghuan is immersed in the processing of documents. He hasn't seen him for some time. The other party seems to be the same as before, but the words in the middle of his eyebrows seem to be more profound than before.

"If you have something to say, get out of here!"

Su Jinghuan's voice is a little cold, obviously at this time the mood is not very good.

Singing back, he whispered, "Mr. Su, it's me."

Su Jinghuan made a move, pursed her lips and raised her head.

Gao Ge, wearing a light blue windbreaker and carrying a handbag, was standing there.

For a moment, Su Jinghuan was in a trance, singing like this, which reminded him of the way she had been waiting for him in the piano room with her drawing board many years ago.

Just like that, standing there quietly, the notes in the piano room kept beating. He didn't notice her and followed the professor to discuss the harmony of music score.

Talk for a long time, until dry mouth, inadvertently a glance, saw singing standing at the door, quietly looking at him.

Seeing him, she showed a gentle smile, waved her hands and said hello to him. Sign language indicated: you keep busy, don't care about me.

But how can he ignore it? Just seeing her standing and waiting made him feel a burst of heartache, so he gave up the discussion with the professor, came over, took her hand, and pulled her into the piano room.

These things have passed for many years, but every time I think of it, it seems that it was yesterday. He can not forget the high songs at that time, but also the unforgettable feelings.

Once he thought that what separated them was distance, but when he stood in front of her, he knew what separated them from each other's hearts.

Sing, my heart is still there. Where is your heart? Or is it true that, as you said, there was no heart in the beginning?

"Mr. Su, take a few minutes."

The sound of singing made Su Jinghuan come back to God.

He frowned in chagrin, pursed his lips and looked at her, "what's the matter?"

Gao Ge goes over, puts the bag on the tea table, bends down to take out a scroll from it, and takes it to Su Jinghuan.

"Mr. Su, what you want."

Su Jinghuan applied for a collection, staring at the scroll in her hand for a long time without speaking.

Singing for a long time, arm a little sour.

"It seems that you can't wait to get rid of the relationship with me."

Sing and close your lips without speaking.

What can she say at this time? Nothing.

Su Jinghuan got up to take it over and spread the scroll on the table.

On the scroll is a picture of snowy mountains, and on the edge of the cliff where the snow has not melted, there is a boy in a white shirt.

The boy is sitting on the edge of the cliff, gazing vaguely at the rising red sun in the distance. The whole painting is in light color, without any strong color contrast. It looks very peaceful and peaceful.

Su Jinghuan looked at it and could not help but clench her fingers.

For a long time, he raised his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "these, you still remember."

Not a question, but an affirmative.

When the painting was not finished, Su Jinghuan was the only one he had ever seen. Even after so many years, he still remembered the details of the painting clearly.

For example, the standing pine and cypress behind the boy, for example, the string of red rope on the boy's wrist, every detail, he remembered, and the singing was completely restored.

"Su Zong, I learned to draw. My observation and memory are better than ordinary people. Of course, I remember what I painted. It's not surprising that I remember what I drew."

"Isn't it strange?"

Su Jinghuan sneered, "no wonder, why do you want to explain deliberately? What are you afraid I know? Or are you afraid to admit something? "

He pressed step by step, always pushing the song to the corner, looking at her with sharp eyes.

High song to avoid inevitable, lift eyes on his pupil.

"You asked, of course, I have to explain, I have nothing to fear of being known by you, and there is nothing to admit. But President Su, after all, wants me to admit what, admit that I like you or I love you. If so, it's OK," he said with a hook on his lips, "Su Jinghuan, I like you."

"Pa --"

behind him, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Singing a Zheng, turned to see Xiao Yin pale face standing in place.

The heat preservation box on the ground was broken open, and the soup and water splashed all over the floor.

Xiao Yin sneered and whispered, "it's disgusting."After that, she turned and walked out, singing and opening her mouth. Just as she wanted to explain, a huge force behind her bumped her. Her whole body was unstable. She took two steps forward and bumped into the corner of her desk, which made her face white with pain. Su Jinghuan called Xiao Yin's name and chased her out of the office.

Singing, he stood up, rubbed the hurt place, sighed and said, "in fact, you don't love me anymore. Why don't you understand it?"

In the quiet air, everything is quiet, no one answers her questions, of course, no one cares.

Gao Ge glanced at the painting on the desk, hesitated for a moment, took it, rolled it up, and threw it into the next basket.

Su Jinghuan, let's call it a day.

When she came back from the company, she was very clear all the way. Fangtang looked at her for a long time and twisted her eyebrows and said, "what's the matter with you? Have you been touched with Indian oil?"

"Pooh!" Singing her one eye, "don't you see it? I'm happy."

"I see."

Square sugar holds chin, "but good, happy what?"

She said for a moment, "did you give the painting to Su Jinghuan? Did he take it? "

"Lost."

"I'm happy because I lost it," he said

Fang sugar shook his head, "you are happy, anyway, I can't get your smile."

Then he said, "your wedding is so urgent, what about the wedding dress? Buy? It's too perfunctory. I can't guarantee that I'll marry this time in my life. Although the wedding dress can be passed on at the wedding ceremony, it's of high collection value. When I'm old, I'll take it out to have a look. I feel very different when I look back on my wedding dress when I was young. "

Through the square sugar so a line, singing also back to taste.

The ring matter has been bad enough. She doesn't want to be so perfunctory about the wedding dress. She just doesn't know what mu Yunze means.

On the same day of the holiday, Senrui officially began to rest.

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