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Wen Ling took big strides towards her and stopped when he was an arm's length away from her.

Secretary Li at the back came to his senses and said: Could this be the person who caused his boss to break up with his love?

Zhou Zhi's eyes flashed with surprise, and he curved his lips, maintaining a beautiful arc and a meticulous smile, but it looked extremely hypocritical: "Boss Wen?"

He ignored him, and Zhou Zhi didn't know how to react for a moment.

The next second, Wen Ling pulled the person over, lowered his head, and fiercely kissed the lips that were always silent and lied to him but always made him addicted.

Zhou Zhi was still not as ruthless as him. He subconsciously took a step back and hit the car window directly.

He was so cruel that he kissed her without caring about anything, but he still remembered to put his hand on the back of her head to prevent her from hitting the car window.

But it still hurts.

There were tears in her eyes as she squinted at him, but he didn't want to meet her gaze. She could only see his long eyelashes trembling close to her, and then filled with tears. He never even looked at her.

Zhou Zhi didn't understand, was it because of her that he became like this?

He kissed her eagerly, not knowing if each time he got close would be the last. He wanted to remember every moment as it would be the last.

What if, the next second, she pushed him away regardless?

Secretary Li wanted to look but didn't dare to, for fear of seeing something he shouldn't see.

Oh, his boss shouldn't be sick, right? Although he didn't have this symptom before, what if he hasn't taken medicine for too long and his condition has worsened?

Forget it, forget it. It seems that the beauty doesn’t seem to refuse.

And hugged their boss!!!

Wen Ling naturally also felt the temperature on the ring on his back.

He didn't move for a moment, crying on her shoulder.

Zhou Zhiliang's voice seemed to wake him up from his last sweet dream.

"You lied to me, Wen Ling."

The evening breeze rushed through the empty streets, the fingers of the two people on the street became cold, and Wen Ling's heart felt like it had fallen into an icy cave.

They're finished.

Wen Ling thought.

Thoroughly...

"I knew it, idiot."

What did she know? Wen Ling's plea was so obvious, as if he was begging her to make his cruel words sound more appealing, so as not to leave him feeling so empty and hopeless in the long loneliness ahead.

He was really useless. He couldn't guess what kind of person she liked. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't become someone she could keep her eyes on. Even if she was determined to move forward step by step, he didn't have the ability to keep her.

Wen Ling's arms were tightly around his waist. He didn't dare to open his eyes and could only wait for her judgment. Whether it was good or bad, as long as she said it, he would let go and let her go no matter what.

Zhou Zhi was strangled to the point of being unable to breathe. She had no way to comfort Wen Ling who was now on the verge of collapse. His crying made her feel like she was being particularly cruel to him.

But is it really cruel?

Am I really being too hard on him?

Zhou Zhi recalled that she always seemed to be somewhat inhumane to him.

Every time she turned around and left, she always thought clearly about everyone and made proper arrangements, but it was him that she always seemed to have not thought well enough.

Was this also because he was different from the others in her heart? Was it because she never worried that he would let go or that he had the ability to hurt her before he left?

Zhou Zhi was unable to sort it out for a moment, but as he suppressed his emotions, the corners of his clothes on his shoulders became wet and his heartstrings were plucked again and again.

"Wen Ling, shall we get married?"

Wen Ling's shock was beyond words, and his sobs became more intense after a pause, almost crushing Zhou Zhi.

"I'm crazy, Zhizhi."

How come I heard Zhizhi say that she wanted to marry him?

Zhou Zhi kindly reminded: "You are not crazy."

Wen Ling swallowed lightly on Zhou Zhi's shoulder. He buried his cheek in her neck and muttered to himself, "I'm crazy... I'm really crazy..."

Zhou Zhiwang pinched his waist and abdomen, which felt very good to the touch. The strong stinging pain reminded Wen Ling that he was not crazy.

"I say, be more confident, okay?" Zhou Zhi exerted his strength and pinched her hard again, "How about marrying me?"

The pain and her words came at the same time, and only then did Wen Ling slowly believe that he had not heard wrongly and that he was not crazy.

Secretary Li couldn't see the direction of the current story. He stared at his boss who looked like a dog caught in the rain. Did he seem happy?

Suddenly, there were a few more people around him. Secretary Li didn't notice it for a moment until someone next to him finally asked him, "What are you doing?"

Secretary Li said without turning his head, "It seems that he is, uh, dealing with emotional issues."

"Really?"

Jiang Ning tilted his head, feeling strange: "Why do I feel that these two people look familiar?"

Secretary Li then turned his head to look at her again: "Maybe, my boss is——"

With a "slap", another folder was slapped on the face. Secretary Li was completely stunned. Suddenly, a scream rang in his ear: "Zhou Zhi! What are you doing?!"

Secretary Li saw Jiang Ning was about to rush over, so he quickly grabbed him and said, "What are you doing?"

"That's my friend, what would I do?"

"No one with good sense would go up there now. What are you yelling at?"

Jiang Ning finally quieted down a bit, then turned around and looked at Secretary Li with an unfriendly look: "Who did you say your boss was?"

Secretary Li trembled, but still answered obediently under Jiang Ning's intimidating gaze: "Wen Ling."

Jiang Ning's eyes widened.

"You said your boss's name is Wen Ling?"

Secretary Li nodded slowly: "Yes."

Jiang Ning: "Then I must go up and take a look."

Secretary Li could stop people but she couldn't stop her sharp explosions, and Zhou Zhi's attention was soon attracted.

Wen Ling hasn't come back to his senses yet. He just remembers holding Zhou Zhi's hand. He looks wherever Zhou Zhi looks, but he can't say a word.

Jiang Ning took a look and thought, damn, it really is the Zhou Zhi and Wen Ling she knew.

For a moment, the four people looked at each other, and a strange atmosphere filled the air.