"Sanshao, take a rest, if Miss Wen comes back and sees you like this, she will feel distressed."

Jun Moyan's hand tapping on the keyboard paused slightly, and then stopped.

Tsing Yi thought that Jun Moyan had listened to his words, but he didn't expect:

"Get out."

Two words spit out from Jun Moyan's mouth, and his tone was tough and indifferent, not giving Tsing Yi a chance to say no.

"Three Lesser ......"

"Don't make me say it a second time."

From beginning to end, his gaze stayed on the screen, as if his world was nothing but work.

Tsing Yi had no choice but to leave the office.

"Bang."

The door of the office was closed by Tsing Yi.

Jun Mo Yan's hand tapping on the keyboard also stopped.

He stared at the computer screen, feeling still confused, lonely and helpless.

It turns out that when the heart is empty, it can't be filled.

He tried his best to fill the work, but his heart was still empty.

More than half a month, nineteen days.

He used his work to numb himself to guess and think, sometimes he couldn't tell the difference between day and night, and he couldn't remember how he survived the past ten days.

What does it mean to live like a year, every minute and second is really torture.

Every minute and every second I feel is despair and pain.

He didn't know how many nineteen days he would have to wait for her back.

I only know that if I keep going like this, sooner or later I will become lovesick, and there will be no medicine for memories.

By the time he left the company, it was close to the wee hours of the morning.

During this time, he almost lived like this.

When there was no employee in the company and it was too quiet for him to stand, he left.

And no matter how late he works, even when it is close to dawn, he will go back to Wuyuan.

It doesn't matter if she takes a shower, changes her clothes, eats breakfast or sleeps, the main thing is to see if she's back......

Jun Moyan came to the garage and picked up the car.

He opened all the windows of the car and let all the cold air in, and it was almost the same temperature as his heart before he drove back to Wuyuan......

Bottle after bottle of spirits went down.

Closing the door, Jun Moyan sat in the corner without any image, pouring wine bottle after bottle.

Darkness and loneliness swallowed him.

This corner is the only place where he feels safe.

Another empty bottle fell out of his hand, and the crisp sound of the ground rang out.

Jun Moyan raised his hand and ripped the messy tie around his neck a little more.

He stared, as if asleep.

In the room, it was horribly quiet.

Before Wen Xiaoai's feet landed, she was so smoked by the strong smell of wine that she frowned.

Let her think that she has run to the wrong drunkard's room.

Raising his hand and waving in front of his nose, Wen Xiaoai looked at the big bed.

However, on the flat pillow quilt, there was no figure of Jun Moyan at all.

She panicked.

Thinking that he was a step too late, Jun Moyan had already been ...... by the patriarch

"Jun Mo Yan?"

Wen Xiaoai panicked and walked quickly to the bedside.

"Jun ......"

When I looked around, I saw a shadow in the corner of the wall.

Wen Xiaoai recognized it at a glance as Jun Mo Yan.

Seeing Jun Moyan sitting there against the wall, slightly hanging his head and motionless, Wen Xiaoai was so frightened that her heartbeat stopped.

"Jun Mo Yan."

She immediately rushed forward, squatted down in front of Jun Moyan, and reached out to touch Jun Moyan's face.

Fortunately, she thought about it a lot, Jun Moyan was fine, she just fell asleep.

Wen Xiaoai breathed a sigh of relief, and then threw herself into Jun Moyan's arms and hugged his waist.