best day

Have you ever imagined how it would feel to lose something or someone?

Perhaps, this kind of imagination is very light, and it will only appear in the boring afternoon and then forget it after laughing.

Maybe, this kind of imagination is very heavy, just a moment in my mind, I can't wait to hug the object I want to cherish immediately.

Dewey had never done this before, because he would subconsciously feel that if anything was gone, he could continue to live indifferently.

But now, he has hallucinations from time to time: What should we do if Zheng Luolai disappears forever?How should I live?

The answer is, I can't stand it, I don't know.

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During the few days when the hooligans went to Chongqing to bid, Dewey was crazy busy attending classes and doing internships at TV stations—thanks to Fang Yu, he also joined the ranks of graduates who came to do odd jobs.

Getting up at five or six o'clock every day, and Leger lying in bed half dead and falling asleep in the middle of the night seemed to be a good idea.

At least he won't be thinking wildly, and he doesn't have to go home to tangle with Du Yibo.

Er Meng, who has never encountered difficulties and troubles, feels that this matter is the same as many of his unpleasant experiences, as long as he gets through it, it will be fine.

But what about the facts?

Both Du Yi and Zheng Luolai are going through a difficult process, waiting for a clear result.

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The sky in Chongqing is foggy and gloomy in early autumn, which is completely like a different world from Beijing in autumn.

After sorting out the information at the hotel, Zheng Luolai found an intermediary near Zhuang, took a fancy to a house with bags to move into, signed the contract, and reluctantly asked Lin Yilin out.

Xiao Linzi had a very generous attitude. He opened the door and smiled: "What are you messing around with? I can just live in the school."

Zheng Luolai threw the key into his hand: "Anyway, Chen Lu pays for it, and I'm just an errand, so it's useless to tell me."

"In a bad mood?" Lin Yilin folded her arms and asked back.

Zheng Luolai opened a bottle of mineral water and drank a couple of sips, sitting on the sofa a little distracted.

Lin Yilin hesitated to speak, but finally couldn't help asking: "Are you and Dewey serious? I heard that recently, his brother..."

"What does it mean to be serious?" Zheng Luolai asked back.

Lin Yilin hesitated for a moment and said, "It's love."

Love.

What brilliant words.

Zheng Luolai curled the corners of his mouth with a hint of sarcasm: "I don't know, let's take a step and see."

"Actually, Dewey is quite good, better than Chen Lu. If you really want to find someone to settle down with in the future, he is a good choice." Lin Yilin also smiled.

Zheng Luolai froze slightly: "What do you mean?"

Lin Yilin has a gentle appearance and gentle eyes, but is he really a weak person?

He is not.

He has learned to survive and defend in this world of the jungle.

Sure enough, after a while, Lin Yilin said calmly: "Instead of spending time and drinking, or worrying about a fruitless matter, it's better to grasp the happiness that you can grasp."

Zheng Luolai didn't know when he discovered his thoughts, but he sneered: "Why does Chen Lu always think you are pure and harmless?"

Lin Yilin smiled: "If he likes to feel that way, I will make him feel that way forever."

Zheng Luolai didn't want to hear about the love between them, so he simply looked out the window.

Unexpectedly, Lin Yilin said again: "One day you will understand that the other person's feelings are much more important than your own feelings, and you will gradually become what the other person wants, whether it is good or bad."

Only a simple mind has the capital of happiness.

People like Zheng Luolai who don't know what they want can easily become pessimistic and angry.

After leaving Lin Yilin's place, he was always in a bad mood, and he was very absent-minded until he went to the bidding site.

Fortunately, the assistant was well prepared, and the speech and bidding went smoothly.

But who knew that when the final decision was about to be made, Cheng Yaojin suddenly came out halfway.

It was Xiao Zian who hadn't appeared for a long time.

He groaned with a smile, and paid off all the projects with a very low price and a very strong company background.

Zheng Luolai's goal is to make money, so of course he won't interfere with this kind of loss-making business.

Only when the bidding was over did he walk up to Xiao Zian and ask with a frown, "What do you mean, would you rather lose money than make me unable to do business?"

"You understand very well." Xiao Zian was still not in a hurry or panic, with a black belly.

Zheng Luolai sneered: "How many benefits did Du Yi give you to make you willing to spend so much money?"

Xiao Zian patted him on the shoulder: "It's inconvenient for me to say anything, but as a friend for many years, I still want to advise you, go to New York to set up your company, don't let the muddy water of Beijing flow, kindness?"

If beating him was useful, Zheng Luolai would definitely beat him blind.

But no.

So Zheng Luolai just bent his dark eyes: "Thank you."

Then he strode away and turned around.

Fail, fail, fail.

This is the repeated experience that Zheng Luolai suffered continuously in just one month.

Whatever he wants, someone else will come along who wants it more than he does.

No matter how hard he tries, there will always be someone stronger than him.

Du Yi, you are so cruel.

Are you not afraid that you will lose if you are full?

On the way back to the hotel, Zheng Luolai remained silent with a gloomy face.

The assistant didn't dare to say anything at the side.

It wasn't until the rogue's cell phone rang that the dead silence was broken.

It was Zheng Songyan, who seemed to be taking care of himself all day long, and he was still cheerful: "Lolai, it seems that something happened to your company recently, don't do your work, and come to Beijing to visit Grandpa."

Zheng Luolai said without a tone: "Well, I got it."

When I hung up the phone, I felt frustrated.

He could almost completely imagine how the old man would send him down.

Maybe Dewey's affairs have been discovered, maybe...they will get a plane ticket to the United States after meeting.

Zheng Luolai gripped the phone unwillingly.

He didn't want to see Grandpa, he didn't want to see anyone.

At this moment, he just wanted to meet Dewey and ask him if he dared to leave with him.