After that night, Lin Wanwan waited for a week, but Lu Yi didn't come.

I sent a text message in the middle to ask, but he just said that he was delayed by something else and would talk about it later.

She didn't know if she had been very nervous for too long. After knowing that he wouldn't come for the time being, she suddenly felt relieved.

Maybe it's not an important event at all.

These days, except for Xi Yuan who occasionally comes to send flowers, everything else is the same as before.

At work, because Mr. M often chatted with her, Lin Wanwan was full of inspiration and quickly finished the sketch.

However, in order to make the other party's eyes shine, she planned to refine it before sending it.

Fortunately, although he chatted with Lin Wanwan every day, he never rushed her and kept telling her not to be anxious and to take her time.

It was also the first time for Lin Wanwan to meet such a guest, and she once asked Mr. M what his name was.

But Mr. M said, 'Just call me M. The name is just a symbol, not that important.'

This sounds quite philosophical.

Just as I was thinking about this, Mr. M’s message was sent.

【Ms. Jiang, do you think she will forgive me? 】

Lin Wanwan thought for a while and replied: [Mr. M, what exactly did you do to your wife? 】

These days, the two of them talk mostly about Mr. M's feelings for his wife, but rarely mention the specific reasons for their breakup.

But after a long time, the other party did not reply.

This made Lin Wanwan suddenly feel that her question seemed inappropriate, and she immediately apologized.

【Sorry, I was too abrupt.】

【No, I can’t blame you, it’s just that I don’t know where to start.】

Then Mr. M said: [I do these things because I want to have the honor to meet her underground in the future.]

Seeing this, Lin Wanwan didn't know how to reply for a while.

After all, she didn't know the truth, and she couldn't tell who was right or wrong, but she could feel Mr. M's guilt for the deceased, and naturally hoped that the living would be happier.

[Mr. M, dead people cannot feel the guilt of living people, and when you die, all your past mistakes will be erased. 】

In Lin Wanwan's view, even if a person she loved once treated her very badly, if he died, she would not pursue it again.

Just like, if one day she meets Fu Pei at Mengpo Bridge, she won't scold him, she will just hope not to see him again in the next life.

Of course, Lin Wanwan did not send the latter sentence to Mr. M.

It took a long time for Mr. M to reply.

[Ms. Jiang is right, but since I am the one alive and I am a sinner, I am willing to give everything to atone for my sins. 】

Lin Wanwan shook her head helplessly.

Maybe this is human persistence.

After checking the time, she turned off her computer and got ready to get off work, when Su Jinuan walked in.

"Jiang Jiang, how is Mr. M's project going?"

"It's okay, the draft is over there, take a look."

Su Jinuan walked over, took a glance, and said with a smile: "As expected of Jiang Jiang, I can see the sense of story just by looking at the sketch."

Lin Wanwan burst out laughing: "You are too exaggerated."

"Who is that Mr. M?"

"A lover who died..." Lin Wanwan pursed her lips: "Old man?"

Su Jinuan was stunned for a moment: "Old man? Did he tell you that?"

"No, I guess, he always talks about when he was young, and what about after death... It feels like he must be in his seventies or eighty, otherwise why would his tone be so old-fashioned?"

"Is the old man actually so avant-garde?" Su Jinnuan was dubious: "I thought even the elderly didn't know how to use the Internet."

Lin Wanwan held her arm: "Who knows, how can we understand the world of rich people? Let's go, go to my house for dinner, Jiang Yuan made braised pork."

"Okay, I like it!"


Chapter completed!