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   Zheng Yue cried aggrievedly, and now that Nankang was by her side, she couldn't hold back her emotions.

   "Nine times out of ten, life is unsatisfactory." Nan Kang said.

   Seeing the stain on Zheng Yue's skirt, Nankang sent a message to the secretary directly to ask him to bring a new set of clothes, while he hugged Zheng Yue to coax him.

  Zheng Yue cried for a while, and became sober.

  She was very close to Nankang at this time, and instantly smelled the familiar smell of tobacco on the other party, as well as a little cologne.

It was only then that Zheng Yue realized that she and Nankang were too close, but now she didn't know how to deal with this situation, so she made a mistake and cried, deep in her heart that she didn't realize, the little gap between her and Nankang was also is slowly disappearing.

   This is the peace of mind she has never had before, Zheng Yue seemed to hear a voice in her heart longing for it.

   "Sorry." Zheng Yue said softly.

  She slowly separated from people, her cheeks were as red as apples.

  The imaginary embarrassment did not appear, Zheng Yue put on the newly bought clothes, and did not lose the job in her hand.

  The only difference is that the relationship between her and Nankang seems to be one step closer.

  It is also weekend time, this is the day Murong Qiao will set aside part of his time every week to go to the company.

  She planned to go back to school after finishing the company affairs as usual, but when she arrived downstairs at the company, she found that there were snowflakes in the sky.

  Murong Qiao stretched out his hand to catch a little white in his vision, and clearly watched the little snowflakes melt in his palm, accompanied by a little coolness.

   "Time is so fast." Murong Qiao couldn't help but sigh.

  After going to university, I was always busy. I didn't expect that it would be winter in the blink of an eye, and the first snow came so suddenly.

  She didn't bring an umbrella today, nor did she bring any protection against the cold. She only wore a sweater to keep out the cold, but it was obviously not enough.

  Even after standing at the door for a while, the tip of Murong Qiao's nose turned red a lot, and his hands and feet gradually lost the temperature of the room and became icy cold.

  She sniffed, looked at the vehicles coming and going on the side of the street, took out her mobile phone and wanted to reserve a car, but found that the app was already full, and it would take at least 30 minutes to make an appointment.

   Helpless, Murong Qiao started to go to the nearest bus stop.

   "Di—" the horn sounded not far away.

  Murong Qiao looked up subconsciously, and saw a familiar person sitting in the car, honking the horn to attract his attention.

   "Huo Yichen?" Murong Qiao called out in a daze.

  Seeing Murong Qiao look up, Huo Yichen also got out of the car and walked towards her.

   "Why don't you call me when it's snowing?" Huo Yichen's smiling voice reached her ears.

   What came with the voice was a scarf with his body temperature wrapped around Murong Qiao's neck, which immediately cut off the cold outside.

  Suddenly it was no longer cold, Murong Qiao touched the scarf that suddenly appeared, and his heart softened.

   When did Huo Yichen come?

   It seemed that he had glimpsed what was in her heart, and Huo Yichen answered her doubts in the next sentence.

   "It's snowing, and I'm afraid you haven't worn much." Huo Yichen patted her head.

  While talking, he didn't keep his hands idle. He held Murong Qiao's bare hand in his palm, and warmed up others with his breath.

  He didn't say that he knew Murong Qiao's whereabouts, and that he came back to the company every weekend, so he quietly followed Murong Qiao, otherwise he wouldn't have appeared so timely.

  The snow is getting heavier, but Murong Qiao's heart is getting hotter.

   "Get in the car and talk, it's cold outside." Huo Yichen suggested.

  Murong Qiao nodded, obediently followed Huo Yichen and got into the car with him.

  As soon as I got into the car, I felt the heat rushing towards my face. The air conditioner in the car was fully turned on, which immediately relieved the cold on my body.

   "Back to school?" Huo Yichen started the car and asked her.

  Murong Qiao nodded, his eyes fell to the scenery outside the window, and his mind was complicated.

  She was already mentally prepared to go back in embarrassment, but Huo Yichen suddenly appeared in front of her like this, which touched the softness in Murong Qiao's heart.

  Those problems that hadn't been seriously considered in the past suddenly surfaced one after another, making Murong Qiao have to pay attention to these problems.

  What is the relationship between her and Huo Yichen?

  Murong Qiao, who was thinking about the problem, unconsciously looked at Huo Yichen's side face.

  He is so good-looking that it is almost suffocating. It is a kind of indifference and rejection. Coupled with the snow scene outside, it makes Huo Yichen noble and elegant, like the top of a snow mountain that cannot be easily touched.

   "Is the temperature of the air conditioner too high?" Huo Yichen noticed her gaze and asked her softly.

  Murong Qiao was taken aback for a moment, and then answered. "fine."

   But he was so gentle when he was treating himself, it was not like him.

  The only difference makes Murong Qiao very excited. She has to admit that when she is with Huo Yichen, her heartbeat inevitably speeds up.

  Murong Qiao remembers the jokes made by her roommates, and also the speeches on the forum that talked about their relationship.

  Some people feel that they must have been together a long time ago, and they are inseparable every day.

   "Huo Yichen," Murong Qiao took a deep breath. "Are you serious about what you want to be with me?"

  She remembered that the other party had said her feelings before, but this time was different. When she saw the other party driving to pick her up on the street, Murong Qiao had to admit that she was really tempted.

  Maybe she can try, try to be with Huo Yichen.

   "Of course it's serious. If it wasn't for fear of scaring you away, I wish I could tell you about it every day." Huo Yichen answered her.

  The tone of his speech is always calm and a bit cold, which makes people feel convinced unconsciously, and also makes the words appear extraordinarily sincere.

  Murong Qiao was dumbfounded, his mind went blank for a moment, and he didn't know what to say.

  She thought that Huo Yichen would be more tactful, or some other answer, but she didn't expect him to be so sincere and undisguised, so he told her answer bluntly.

   "I like you, Qiao Qiao." Huo Yichen replied seriously. "You don't have to worry that I just like you for a while or something else. I don't have any plans. I just don't want to make you sad, that's all."

  Murong Qiao didn't speak anymore, she pursed her lips but the blush rushed up her cheeks as if she had her own consciousness.

   It was as if she just dropped the hook, even without bait, but Huo Yichen, a big fish, was willing to bite the hook and was directly caught by her.

   "I don't want you to be a burden," Huo Yichen sighed, "I like a flower, so I want it to grow beautiful and delicate, instead of picking it."

  When he spoke, his tone was a little relaxed, and he didn't want the atmosphere to become heavy, but only Huo Yichen himself could detect the tension contained in this relaxation.

  But the only thing he remembers is that he fell in love with Murong Qiao a long time ago. Before he knew what he wanted, Murong Qiao already had a different position in his heart than others.

   "During the time when my mother passed away, I always felt lonely when I returned to Huo's house." Huo Yichen couldn't help it when he talked about it.

   "You are the only motivation for me to persevere."