Zhuo Lin suddenly approached, leaving Dongfang Han unprepared, and the two of them almost faced the tip of their noses. The breath that belonged to Zhuolin's males carried a hot temperature, and it sprayed Dongfang Han's face without evasiveness, scorching and domineering, so that she only felt that her whole body was starting to get hot.
"Get out..." To push him away, Zhuo Lin grabbed his hand. He stared at her. There were complex emotions intertwined with joy and sadness in his eyes: "Dongfang Han, I never believed it, even if you forget it. That throbbing feeling. But I absolutely don’t believe it, you also forgot about me."
Dongfang Han was taken aback.
"I don't know what exactly you came back for, or what happened between you and Zhang Zichu. It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it." Zhuo Lin's eyes were as black as ink stone, looking deeply and tenderly. With Dongfang Han. Without giving Dongfang Han hesitation or dodge, he raised a hand, gently stroked the slightly pale cheek, raised her face to face him.
"Because you have come back, come back to my side again. I know that this must be God who heard my prayer and sent you back to me again. I don't care about the others."
But I will.
She did not say the last sentence.
Because there are so many things she cares about, so many things she can't say.
Zhuo Lin has family, friends, and a better future.
But she is always alone.
It was in the past and will be in the future.
This is her fate that Dongfang Han will never get rid of.
"Well, I won't force you."
The silent atmosphere was interrupted by Zhuo Lin's voice. He stood up again, picked up the hair dryer in the drawer and let Dongfang Han sit down and blow her head.
"You don't have to do this, really."
Hearing this, Zhuolin had a meal with the hand of the hair dryer.
He looked down at the girl's face that had fallen into complicated emotions, and sighed lightly.
"I'm the one who decides whether it is necessary or not. Forget it, I can't tell you clearly. After the hair is dry, go to bed early."
The other side.
Jiang Junxi sat in the office and worked overtime to correct the last document, and then slowly put down the hot pen in his hand, leaned back, leaned back in the chair and let out a sigh of relief. The nerves and muscles of the whole body were finally relaxed. And liberation.
At this moment, the landline on the table rang, and Jiang Junxi frowned slightly, then sat up and reached out to answer the phone.
"... Mr. Jiang, Mr. Lin has arrived."
While the female secretary who was sitting outside the counter and working overtime with the boss was talking on the phone, her eyes wandered on the handsome man standing in front of her at this time.
As if noticing her gaze, the man turned his head and smiled at her, and immediately made the female secretary's white face blush. Even though he wears a pair of black sunglasses on his face, the exquisite outline can still tell that this person must be handsome and extraordinary.
"Let him in." A cold voice rang in her ears, interrupting her thoughts instantly.
She quickly answered and put down the phone, then raised her head and whispered to the long-awaited man in front of her, "Mr. Lin, you can go in."
"Thank you." After the man said, he stepped out of his slender legs and walked forward until he was far away, entered the chairman's office and closed the door, and the female secretary did not recover for a long time. Maybe she would not have thought that the person who came to see their chairman several times was Lin Aachen, a superstar who often appeared in various screen advertising magazines.