It was like a hazy curtain hung between heaven and earth, and it was all misty, just like his mood.
He leaned on his seat and looked at Del Daxia in front of him in a daze.
He didn't know how he got here. He only knew that after leaving the company, he drove aimlessly and took off wherever he saw the road.
After walking for more than two hours, he found himself downstairs of her company.
He stared at the building steadily, constantly laughing at himself.
Yesterday, when his mother told him that Qiao Manman already had a child, he felt that he had completely given up. It was as if his heart had been frozen into ice and would never recover again.
But only one night later, he actually started to miss her again.
He suddenly felt that he was so weak, without any willpower. He was hurt, but he still stood in front of her door and licked his wounds quietly.
Looking at the gray office building, a subtle smile overflowed from his resolute lips. The lines were as graceful as a golden arc, but it was full of self-mockery.
I don't know how long it took, but an elegant figure walked out of the door of the building.
Qiao Manman glanced at the gray sky, took a deep breath of the cool rain-laden air, and felt a sense of comfort in her heart.
After working overtime all night, I can finally stretch my muscles.
Holding an umbrella, she walked down the street and waited patiently for a taxi.
A bright black car suddenly roared out of the rain curtain and stopped directly in front of her.
Qiao Manman's eyes swept over the car, and her heart trembled heavily. She recognized it as Jiang Li's car.
The car window slid down slowly, revealing Jiang Li's face, which was outlined as finely as a hand-painted painting. The pale yellow light in the car reflected in his eyes, reflecting a soul-stirring brilliance;
But the temperature in Guanghua is as cold as the thousand-year-old snow peaks.
She knew that Jiang Li's appearance in this manner was definitely not because of work matters.
And she didn't want to have too much interaction with him.
Just as she was about to turn around and leave, Jiang Li's voice, as cold as the cold wind, drifted over, "Director Qiao."
Since he called her with a work title, she naturally had no way to pretend that she didn't hear him. She could only turn around and said in a tone that was neither humble nor overbearing, "Mr. Jiang, I'm sorry, this is private time now and we don't discuss work matters."
There was a hint of coldness in his eyebrows, and his voice was unpredictable, "Qiao Manman, when you came to beg me to give the project to your company, wasn't it also at night?"
Qiao Manman's expression suddenly changed. What happened that night has always been a knot in her heart that cannot be healed.
Regardless of whether Jiang Li decided to adopt her design because of this incident, she felt that this was the most unspeakable thing she had ever done.
She felt helpless and ashamed.
"Get in the car." Jiang Li's face looked even colder than the sky on a rainy night.
"Mr. Jiang, if you have anything to do, just say it like this." Entanglement will only make everyone exhausted. She just hopes to keep an appropriate distance from him.
He saw that she was unwilling to get in the car, and a layer of haze suddenly appeared in his bright eyes.
He suddenly got out of the car, walked beside Du Qiaomanman in the rain, and pulled her towards the car.
Qiao Manman was taken aback and kept struggling, "Jiang Li, what are you doing?"
"Come up here." His tone was as if it had been washed by rain, and it was indifferent without any warmth.
"No." Her voice was firm and she pushed her arm away hard.