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◎Repented? ◎

After Chen Zui calmed down in the stairwell, he went directly to find Shen Miao and the others.

Although he returned to the team, he kept thinking about Liang Yuwei's last words absentmindedly.

She was thinking about what would happen between them if she went to Liang Yuwei's office.

Because she went, it meant she regretted it.

Will they kiss?

In the car, just the touch of lips made her breathless. It took all her strength and remaining sanity to push him away.

If she went, Liang Yuwei might kiss her again, deeper than that superficial kiss, and might do something crazier.

Thinking that all this would happen in his office, she was inexplicably excited, and her body seemed to be on fire.

She didn't know why she suddenly had these thoughts.

After a moment, Chen Zui came to her senses and heard Ding Yiye ask her if she wanted to add more food.

She shook her head and asked them: "Don't you feel hot?"

The three of them shook their heads blankly.

The air-conditioning in the shopping mall is obviously very good.

Shen Miao and the others didn't know what Chen Zui was thinking, but they couldn't ask.

They witnessed Chen Zui and Liang Yuwei going to the elevator hall and saw them standing in confrontation. Finally, Chen Zui was dragged into the stairwell by Liang Yuwei and disappeared from their sight.

At that time, Li Songyi asked blankly: "Did the two of them quarrel?"

Shen Miao's CPU was about to burn.

She knew that Liang Yuwei, Chen Zui and Song Shiwei were high school classmates, but she kept knocking Liang Yuwei and Song Shiwei about their friendship.

And now, why does her Mr. Liang seem to have a story with Chen Zui?

The three of them each had their own thoughts, but no one spoke.

They knew what must have happened between Chen Zui and Liang Yuwei.

But it must not be about work.

Halfway through the meal, Shen Miao asked, "We're going to go to the second place for a while?"

Their second place was a cafe not far from here, where they originally planned to spend the rest of their time.

Several people were silent, waiting for Chen Zui's reaction.

Chen returned to the conversation belatedly and said with a smile: "Go, why not go."

-

Liang Yuwei sat in the office and waited until dusk fell.

He tried to keep himself busy, opening the weekly report that Fred had submitted.

As a result, I read just the first line for ten minutes.

Finally, he gave up, leaned back, put his feet on the desk, and lay down on the office chair to relax.

He never thought time would be so difficult.

The closing time of the mall is ten o'clock in the evening. After the internal inventory of the mall, the lights are turned off. In the entire shopping mall and office area, only one light was on.

Someone from the property security office called to inquire and asked Liang Yuwei if he forgot to turn off the lights when he left.

The moment his phone vibrated, he heard the sound of a door ringing.

He sat up straight for almost a second before he saw the phone vibrating on the table and slowly moving towards the edge of the table.

Liang Yuwei picked up the call, rubbed his brow irritably, and said, "I'm in the office."

After making the call, he looked at the time.

It's almost eleven o'clock.

He finally accepted that no one would knock on the door.

He put the phone on his chin, and after a while, he called Zhou Mo: "Want to play ball?"

Zhou Mo didn't take it seriously and replied: "Are you sick?"

He took it as Zhou Mo's consent and only said four words. One word: "See you at the old place."

Their old place is a nearby basketball court, where 3V3 games are often held.

At this time, the stadium was empty and deserted, with only one lamp that had its lampshade off and was dazzling.

Twenty minutes later, Zhou Mo appeared with the ball in his arms and an expression on his face that said, "You're really here."

"Did I agree that you'll just wait here?" Zhou Mo threw the ball towards Liang Yuwei.

The ball drew a powerful arc in the air, and was finally caught steadily by Liang Yuwei.

This is a tacit understanding between them that needs no words.

Liang Yuwei didn't answer, just patted the ball silently.

Zhou Mo knew that he was probably in a bad mood, so he didn't ask any questions and went on the field after a brief warm-up.

Zhou Mo raised his eyebrows and asked: "Bullfighting?"

They had several ways to determine the outcome. Just as he was about to ask which one to use, Liang Yuwei had already attacked.

"Damn it, you don't have martial ethics!" Zhou Mo jumped up to defend himself, but it was already too late.

Liang Yuwei was faster and more ruthless than usual. There were several times when Zhou Mo defended closely and was knocked to pieces by him.

Covered in sticky sweat, and hurt all over by being hit by Liang Yuwei, Zhou Mo rubbed his body and asked, "Why are you so aggressive today?"

Liang Yuwei wiped the sweat from his forehead and glanced at him: "Can you do it? ?"

Zhou Mo couldn't get excited. He threw away his lazy attitude, twisted his neck, and cheered up.

Both of them got serious and started to compete for no reason. The usual leisure sports somehow turned into a fierce physical confrontation.

Liang Yuwei made a feint, pushed Zhou Mo away with his elbow, and then suddenly turned around.

Both of them lost their strength and tripped each other. At the same time, their center of gravity was unstable and they fell behind.

Zhou Mo rolled half a circle on the ground and stood up neatly: "Come on!"

The next second, he saw blood oozing from Liang Yuwei's palm.

The moment he landed on the ground, Liang Yuwei subconsciously used his hands to support the ground, and there was a large scratch from his palm to his wrist.

The injury was not serious, but the broken skin was quite extensive.

As if unconscious, he stood up and continued the attack.

Zhou Mo stared and shouted: "Your hand is injured!"

But he didn't seem to hear him at all, leaning over and continuing to hit the ball with his injured hand.

Zhou Mo was frightened by his masochistic behavior and stopped this game that had no reason and no result.

"Are you crazy?!" Zhou Mo grabbed the ball from his hand and threw it away casually.

Liang Yuwei stood on the court for a while, and then followed Zhou Mo to the sidelines.

The two sat side by side on the ground. Liang Yuwei drank water in a muffled voice. Niu drank a whole bottle. Finally, he flattened the water bottle, aimed at it, and threw it into the trash can not far away.

With a clang, the water bottle fell next to the trash can.

Zhou Mo couldn't bear to see other people's wounds, which were more uncomfortable than his own injuries.

He shivered as if there was an electric shock all over his body and asked, "What's wrong with you today? You feel like you're going crazy."

Liang Yuwei didn't answer.

Zhou Mo glanced at him sideways and asked again: "Are you broken in love?"

Liang Yuwei gave him a cold look.

He felt that the look in his eyes was really scary, so he said, "Forget it, let's not ask."

Liang Yuwei suddenly changed the subject: "Have you met Song Shiwei?"

"Yes." Zhou Mo's voice suddenly dropped, "She I have to catch a plane and I didn’t even say a few words."

Liang Yuwei didn’t ask further, and he had no time to pay attention to the progress notes of Zhou Mo and Song Shiwei.

His own story is coming to an end.

Suddenly, there was a "pop" sound, and the stadium's headlights went out.

The only light source was lost, leaving only a little light from the street lamp in the distance, as if it was given to them, leaving two young and frustrated shadows on this empty stadium.

-In

the new week, after Chen Zui finished communicating with Qiao Sen about work and was about to leave, he discovered something strange about Qiao Sen.

As if he couldn't make up his mind, he turned the pen in his hand back and forth several times.

He has always been decisive and determined, and would not make such anxious moves.

Chen Zui was already familiar with his working habits. Seeing that he was in an abnormal state, he hesitated to ask.

Qiao Sen asked before she spoke: "How is EM Block doing recently?"

"The cooperation has been postponed to the fourth quarter, and the specific work is currently suspended. The contract process has been completed, and it will be one month earlier It only takes half a month to prepare." Chen Zui thought he had forgotten, but he never forgets work matters.

"Well." Qiao Sen looked up at her, "Have you had any contact with Mr. Liang lately?"

Chen was most confused as to why he asked, so he shook his head and said, "No."

Qiao Sen said thoughtfully, "That's right. Some time ago, I went to the School of Art of HKUST to give a lecture and met Professor Lin."

Chen Zui waited quietly for him to continue.

Qiao Sen glanced at her face and found that her expression did not change much, so he continued: "That Professor Lin asked me about something about you after the lecture."

Qiao Sen didn't need the next words. Sen went to pick it out.

Chen Miao heard from Shen Miao that Liang Yuwei's parents both taught in colleges and universities.

Qiao Sen first asked Liang Yuwei and then mentioned this matter.

Chen most naturally understood.

Liang Yuwei's parents are investigating her.

He raised his head and stared at her with deep eyes: "Of course, I didn't tell her anything, because her problems have nothing to do with work."

"I know." Chen didn't know what expression to make, so he lowered his gaze. Touching the tips of his shoes.

Qiao Sen seemed to sigh softly, and then said, "But I'm not sure if she only found me."

"Thank you for telling me."

Chen had no idea how he left Qiao Sen's office.

When Qiao Sen said those words, her mind was buzzing.

Why did Liang Yuwei's parents investigate her? She was not with him.

Before leaving get off work, Chen Zui sent a message to Shen Miao and asked if Liang Yuwei was at the company.

Shen Miao helped her inquire about it and said that Liang Yuwei had an online meeting that would not end until around seven o'clock in the evening. Before that, he should have been in the office all the time.

Chen Zui struggled for a long time and still couldn't let go of the matter. After get off work, he went straight to EM Block.

She had been here several times before for work, and the front desk secretary knew her and took her directly and enthusiastically to Liang Yuwei's office.

The secretary knocked on the door three times, and a gentle "come in" came from inside.

He's on a conference call.

Seeing that the visitor was Chen Zui, his expression seemed surprised.

But the next second, he adjusted his expression and continued to devote himself to the meeting.

The secretary reminded Chen Zui in a low voice that Mr. Liang's conference call was not over yet and he might need to wait for a while, and then went out.

Liang Yuwei focused on the phone call, as if she were nothing, and for more than ten minutes, his eyes never fell on her.

He seemed to be deliberately trying to keep her dry.

During this period, someone asked if he wanted to take a break and continue later, but he insisted that he just finish driving.

After saying this, he glanced at Chen Zui.

She sat upright on the sofa and stared out the window, unable to tell if she heard what he said.

When he saw her dim eyes, he suddenly felt a little soft-hearted.

After a few more minutes, everyone's discussion became more intense and unstoppable. Liang Yuwei took the initiative to stop and asked everyone to get off work first and resume work the next morning.

The office suddenly became quiet.

Liang Yuwei leaned back, folded his hands on his chest, laughed, and said, "It seems a little late to change my mind now."

Chen Zui heard the sarcasm, but did not refute.

At this moment her attention was attracted by another detail.

She saw a fresh blood-red scratch from his palm to his wrist.

She had an unusual sensitivity to wounds, so she asked, "What's wrong with your hand?"

Liang Yuwei just let his hand be broken like that and didn't bother to deal with it. A small part was scabbed and some still had blood.

He didn't drive at work because he had nerve pain whenever he touched the steering wheel.

Zhou Mo met him in the morning and laughed at him for being sick, but he pretended not to hear.

Liang Yuwei wanted to ask her why she was here, but she only cared about his wound. She said in a serious tone: "It will fester if it is not treated."

She had experienced that kind of unbearable pain.

When Liang Yuwei was speechless, she raised her head and asked, "Is there a medical kit?"

Liang Yuwei frowned and stared at her.

Who keeps a medicine kit in the office?

She seemed to understand the meaning in his eyes, got up and walked to the door.

After all, Liang Yuwei couldn't help it. He came to the door and blocked her: "Want to leave?"

"Go to the pharmacy." Chen Zui glanced at him and said calmly, "If not treated, it will leave scars."

"Nearby . No."

Chen Zui found a pharmacy on his mobile phone and ordered iodine, medicine and gauze.

Liang Yuwei watched her operating on her mobile phone, and her heart moved, so she asked her: "Why did you come to me for this?"

She put the mobile phone back and couldn't remember the purpose of her trip for a while.

Because Liang Yuwei was too close to her.

The hot breath surged above her head, almost burning her.

His good hand fell on her waist and pulled her forward hard.

She almost fell into his arms.

My heartbeat and body balance were disrupted.

"Isn't it uncomfortable?" His fingertips traced her slender waist.

Just now, she leaned back hard and her waist hit the door handle, where a mark had been left.

Liang Yuwei leaned forward slightly, breathing a little closer to her, entangled in her thoughts.

She thought of those scenes in the office for no reason.

"Chen Zui, do you regret it?"

Regret that you rejected him, so you came to him?

Her face is clean and flawless, with a faint fragrance, like a flower blooming in the cold spring, fragile and stunning.

Chen Zui held his breath, hoping to preserve his last shred of sanity.

Suddenly, a black shadow fell, almost covering her entire body.

Do you want to close your eyes?

She thought righteously.

That hot breath did not fall on her lips.

Liang Yuwei passed her hand and locked the office door.

With this lock, she finally regained her senses, avoided him, and sat back on the sofa.

The medicine arrived after twenty long minutes.

Who knows how these twenty minutes passed.

Chen Zui looked at Liang Yuwei.

His playful eyes disappeared, his expression became slightly serious, and he sat next to her.

Chen Zui gently held his arm and disinfected him carefully.

It hurts to scratch the wound with a cotton ball. But he no longer felt pain, he only felt itchy, as if someone was tickling his heart.

Chen Zui lowered his eyes and carefully helped him treat his wounds.

He had never had the chance to look at her face so closely.

Even when he kissed her in the car that day, he couldn't help but close his eyes.

In high school, all he saw was her back.

The delicate tip of her nose is always the first to emit beads of sweat, like freshly dewed fruits.

He had never seen anyone like her.

Maybe he has seen it, but he won't remember it.

He was a little angry at first when he didn't see her coming when he waited until night in the office that day.

He was still angry until she came in just now.

So I wanted to leave her alone.

But now, she was holding his arm, and his breath had strangely disappeared again.

Looking at her like this, he felt even more satisfied than when he kissed her.

The office was so quiet that only the sound of the central air conditioner was left.

The air-conditioning blew down from the top of his head, but he only felt hot all over, as if there was a fire burning behind him.

Chen Zui sprinkled medicine on his wound and expertly bandaged it with gauze - she had dealt with her own wounds more than once.

"Okay. Don't touch the water, don't leave it alone." Chen Zui packed up the remaining medicine and gauze and put them into the bag. "It's just a trauma, not deep, so it shouldn't leave any scars."

Liang Yuwei's gaze Slow down and stare at her.

Chen couldn't stand such warm eyes, which made her feel that she had to give some response.

And she couldn't give it.

She avoided subconsciously, straightened her messy breathing, and said seriously: "Don't let your family ask about me anymore."

Liang Yu was only surprised.

He originally wanted to wait until the emotion subsided before talking to his mother about it, but somehow Chen Zui already knew about it first.

He put away all his teasing, provocative expressions and tone, and held her hand.

"I'm sorry."

His eyes were sincere and earnest.