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Chapter 167

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    The suit and skirt hanging on the very edge was her only formal dress. She remembered that she appeared in Yijiang's president's office wearing this suit, and it was that side that became the beginning of everything later.

    She also remembered that she was wearing this suit, ran to the study, humbly asked President Zhou for advice, and asked him to interview herself, but in the end, it turned into a role-playing game.

    "Have you ever thought about being my private secretary? It's not a flirt, it's just an unspoken rule."

    "Thank you, no need to talk about it."

    The beautiful thin lips evoked a wicked smile, "I'm afraid it's too late, Miss Yan."

    At the bottom of the compartment is a folded chunky sweater. She likes it very much, but it's a pity that she hasn't worn it once after buying it.  Because, there are two rabbit ears on the hat.

    From this point of view, Zhou Shaoting still had the foresight-"How old are you, can you wear this?"

    "I don't wear it to work, I save it for Christmas, it's warm."

    "I don't think I need to wait until Christmas to wear it, just wear it next week for Halloween, and then I can dress up as a fat bunny girl."

    Xiao Shi picked up a model of an exquisitely designed spiral staircase on the small writing desk, with perfect curvature and steps like piano keys.

    She seemed to see the handsome man again, walking towards her with a smile, the corner of his lips curved naturally and gently: "Do you like it?"

    As he spoke, he took the small model from her and raised it to the salesperson: "How do you sell it?"

    The soft and warm afternoon sun hit his side face, reflected into his dark pupils, and brightened her whole world

    Xiao Shi opened a small drawer under the dressing table, and in the innermost part lay a small purple stone, with dark red and blue and white stripes interlaced, as if it could weave a clear past like yesterday.

    "You did it on purpose! Knowing that I like this, I always pick this one, then I won't let this stone participate, you pick something else."

    "Really? Do you take a stone for real?"

    "No, I will keep this stone, and I will take it back."

    Xiaoshi held the small stone in her palm, and the touch was still smooth and cool. However, she could no longer touch the peaceful and clear time in "Yinan Valley".

    After the luggage was packed, Xiao Shi conveniently put the small stone in his coat pocket, thought for a while, took it out again, and put it back on the dressing table with some reluctance.

    She didn't want to worry too much about her current state of mind, even if it was to leave a thought for Zhou Shaoting.

    Their "Reminiscence of Nangu", in just twelve days, seems to have condensed the waiting and sweetness of most of their lives, staying together wholeheartedly, isolating irrelevant people and things, and only pure happiness.

    Xiaoshi called the pickup truck of the moving company, and watched her several packing boxes being moved downstairs one by one, feeling lonely and calm in her heart, without any disturbances.

    She finally looked around the bedroom that belonged to them, and every corner she looked at was so familiar.

    She once felt that everything here had the shape of happiness.  But at this moment, these specific images gradually blurred before her eyes, floating like a mirage, and dissipated in an instant with her final turning around.

    "Miss, where are you going?"

    Xiao Shi calmly reported an address, which she had dragged Han Dong in advance to help contact.

    Her closest friend in Shanghai, apart from her university roommate, is Han Dong.  The roommates got married and raised children one by one, and she was ashamed to bother them. Only Han Dong, like her, was a loner.

    Just the day before yesterday, she called Han Dong, and it was obvious that Han Dong was a little surprised.

    They have indeed had very little contact recently, and they seem to be a little deliberately alienated, but they also tacitly tacitly know each other.

    In fact, both of them knew each other clearly because of Zhou Shaoting.

    Han Dong has always had a prejudice against Zhou Shaoting and opposed Xiaoshi being with him. Xiaoshi also knew this.

    But in the end, despite Han Dong's dissuasion, she chose to return to Zhou Shaoting's side, always feeling a little ashamed in her heart, not knowing how to face it.

    But now, she can't hide, she has no one to turn to.

    Han Dong didn't say anything on the phone at that time, but his tone was a little solemn, as if he had already guessed that her feelings had come to an end.

    That night, Han Dong called her and said that the house had been contacted.

    Xiaoshi was full of gratitude, and even felt lucky to be in this unaccompanied place.Maybe, she also intentionally didn't want to see each other again, it just made people sad, so why bother?

    Zhou Shaoting opened the closet, picked up his monotonous clothes, and went to the bathroom to have a look. Those overwhelming bottles and cans suddenly disappeared without a trace.

    It turns out that a woman has so many things. This room used to be her territory everywhere, but now when the person leaves, she takes all those bits and pieces with her. It's a bit like an empty room that no one lives in.

    Zhou Shaoting couldn't help recalling the day when they first moved here, there were packing boxes all over the floor, big and small, all belonged to Yan Xiaoshi, and only one belonged to him.

    He remembered that the girl said to himself foolishly at that time: "In this way, I feel more like the woman you raised outside"

    "Why is it raised outside? It is raised at home. This is our new home, and you are the hostess here, my wife."

    Thinking of this, a sad smile appeared on the corner of Zhou Shaoting's lips, and he looked up at the man in the big mirror in front of the sink, wearing a heavy suit, with an unconcealable loneliness between his brows.

    And just in front of him, suddenly reflected a smile with crooked eyebrows, mouth full of toothpaste foam, giggling, and said shamelessly: "Sir, can you be more civilized? Use the one next door!"

    Zhou Shaoting suddenly closed his eyes, turned around and left the bathroom in a hurry.

    Just as he groped and sat down on the edge of the bed, trying to calm down, he saw the solitary pebble on the dressing table.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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