Will that man be the one she loves?

In the end, he didn't ask.

He doesn't have the qualifications now. Maybe if he can really succeed in the future, he will be qualified to stand in front of her again...

Guo Xinli drove away, while Ling Yiran returned to the rental house step by step. However, before she opened the door, she saw light shining in the room.

Before she left the house, she clearly had the lights turned off. Could it be...

Ling Yiran was shocked and immediately opened the door. What caught his eye was the light of the room and Yi Jinli sitting on the chair.

"You-" she walked into the room, "It's so late, are you okay with coming here?"

"I should have asked you sister. You shouldn't be working overtime today and don't have to be on duty. Why did you come back so late?" He raised his eyes and looked at her.

"A colleague in the company resigned. We went out for a meal together and gave him a look." Ling Yiran said.

"Which colleague?" he asked.

She hesitated for a moment before saying, "Guo Xinli." Anyway, even if she didn't say it, he could find it out.

He raised his eyebrows, "Is it possible that he sent you back again today."

Ling still didn't say anything, but her expression was equivalent to acquiesce.

"Sister still says she doesn't care about him? If she doesn't care, will she ask him to send you back again and again?" He stood up and approached her step by step.

She met his gaze, "To me, he is just an ordinary colleague, and from today on, he is not even a colleague. Whether you believe it or not, I can say that is all that I can say."

His footsteps stopped in front of her, and his black eyes looked at her, as if he was examining the truth of her words.

Under his eyes, she unconsciously held her breath. His eyes seemed to have a sense of oppression, and even her palms were oozing cold sweat.

She knew that she could not show concern for Guo Xinli. If she cared about Guo Xinli, it would be detrimental to Guo Xinli.

The less you care about Guo Xinli, the better.

Suddenly, he smiled slightly, and the feeling of oppression in his eyes suddenly disappeared.

"Sister, are you nervous?" he said, gently pulling her hand, gently pulling her fingers that were slightly clenched into a fist-shaped shape, "The palms are sweating a lot."

"It's hard not to be nervous when you stare at me just now." She said, pulling her hand back, putting her bag aside, and saying to him, "It's very late, I want to sleep."

In other words, if he has something to do, he can say it quickly, and if he has nothing to do, he can leave.

"Then you'll have a good sleep," he said.

"What about you?"

"I'll stay."

Ling Yiran was startled, "You stay?!" Even his voice was a little out of tune.
Chapter completed!