This month he had been on tenterhooks, worried that his boss would take advantage of him, settle accounts with him, and throw him into a useless place, but...he waited and waited, but it never came. This kind of knife was hanging on the

The feeling that the top of my head has not fallen down is really bad.

After Secretary Zhou sighed deeply outside, he got up and knocked on the door of the CEO's office.

After three knocks of the same length and weight, the elegant and cold voice of Liancheng came from the house: "Come in."

Secretary Zhou took a deep breath and pushed the door open: "Master Ya, it's already time to get off work. You only had a few cups of coffee at noon, so you should go back to your old house for dinner first."

The figure sitting in front of doing work is much thinner than a month ago, the sharp look between his eyebrows is heavier, and his eyes are darker, as if there is a man-eating dragon trapped inside, and he doesn't know when he will be released.

Today's Liancheng Yaya, when people see him, they will be deeply attracted by the aloof, sharp and indifferent aura exuding from him at first glance, but will slightly ignore his overly handsome appearance.

Liancheng Yazhi didn't raise his head and said, "You can get off work first. I'll drive back by myself today."

Secretary Zhou was melancholy for a while. He was worried that Young Master Ya would work overtime alone here. The last time he left was after he left. As a result, when he came to work the next day, he discovered that Young Master Ya had not left since he went to work last night.

Secretary Zhou wanted to give a few words of advice, but was afraid that it would be counterproductive if the persuasion was not good enough.

Finally, he nodded, "Yes, I'll go back first, and you... don't work overtime too late. You've lost a lot of weight recently."

"Hmm..." Liancheng responded elegantly, not sure whether he heard it or not.

Secretary Zhou left quietly and then closed the door carefully!

With a 'click', the door closed, and Secretary Zhou's footsteps gradually walked away.

The movements of Liancheng Yazhi's hands slowed down slowly.

He put down the pen in his hand, leaned back slowly, put his head against the back of the chair, and stared at a certain place with his eyes. His eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of haze that could not be seen clearly. No one knew what he was doing at this moment.

What are you thinking about?

After a while, he stood up and walked to the window, overlooking the night of the imperial capital.

Nightclubs always get dark very quickly in winter. Before seven o'clock, all the lights outside are already on.

It was the rush hour after work at this time, and the traffic was so congested that people couldn’t praise it. In the past, Lian Cheng Yazhi was just like those anxious family members who were returning home, on the road, but now...

Liancheng Yazhi stood on a high building, looking at the lights in the distance. Amidst the lights of thousands of houses outside, he suddenly felt a feeling that he had never felt before in his heart.

These days, he hasn't mentioned anything about his appearance, he just wants to try... whether she can leave his life.

But... it seems that it can't be!

Rong Yan, today is the thirtieth day since you left. This city is still the same as before. It seems that nothing has changed. It seems that... everything has changed!

I don't seem to have changed, but I feel like I'm not me at all anymore.

All this is your fault.

Without you, the city would really be... gray.

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That day, Liancheng Yazhi played the recording throughout the city, but Rong Yan didn't hear the part.

——Rong Xiaoyan, please come back, New Year’s Eve is not the New Year’s gift I prepared for you.
Chapter completed!