soul to depth

Although they were very busy during this time, they would still sneak in to communicate with each other on the phone. However, due to the time difference, the frequency of the calls was not high, basically maintaining a call every three days.

What they said on the phone was usually trivial things, such as the sun rising today, the weather is so nice, they could talk for an hour.

Mingya, who followed Fang Xiuting to the United States, knew that the person on the phone must be Ye Zhixing every time she saw Fang Xiuting picking up the phone and smiling.

The same is true for Ye Zhixing. When Ye Zhixing's face was cold enough to scare a three-year-old child into the urine during several meetings, everyone was startled when the phone rang, thinking who was so desperate, but Seeing Mr. Ye pick up the mobile phone on the table very naturally, this is incredible. Mr. Ye's complexion became so fast, the dark clouds covered the sun one second, and the clouds opened and the sun rose the next second!

Everyone quickly guessed which goblin was on the phone, and immediately gossiped around Assistant Ye Zhixing after the meeting, and our assistant usually just smiled and said nothing at this time, hiding his merits and fame.

Fang Xiuting declined the party invited by everyone and went back to the hotel directly. The seminar organizer was very generous and reserved the most high-end rooms for them. Standing in front of the hotel window is enough to have a panoramic view of the prosperity of New York.

For some unknown reason, Fang Xiuting suddenly took out his phone and raised his hand to take a photo.

The background is a bustling city, and the main character is his white and slender hands. The incandescent lights in the house and the brilliant reflection of the night scene outside the window make his hands more beautiful, showing a sense of illusory asceticism, making people unconsciously want to kiss the blasphemy .

He was very satisfied with his photography skills. He looked down at his phone and clicked on WeChat. The person on the top was Ye Zhixing. His note to Ye Zhixing became Mr., a very simple title, but full of intimacy, maybe because someone Maybe it's because my husband is also called Mr.

He sent the photo to Ye Zhixing without hesitation, which is what he often does these days.

Ye Zhixing didn't know what he was doing yet, so he didn't reply. Fang Xiuting was not in a hurry. As a company boss, Ye Zhixing, who had to support hundreds of people under him, was much busier than him.

After playing with the mobile phone for about 5 minutes, Fang Xiuting yawned a little sleepily. He has been very busy these days preparing various typical case presentations and having some unavoidable entertainments. Now he suddenly relaxes and feels tired like a tide He rushed over and set the phone to ring an hour and a half later. Without hesitation, he fell under the quilt and went to make a date with Zhou.

It was half an hour later when Ye Zhixing saw the news on the other side of the ocean. He had just sent away a big business partner, and when he took out his phone, he saw Fang Xiuting's news.

When he clicked on the picture, Ye Zhixing's Adam's apple subconsciously slid up and down. No one would dislike beautiful things, but he never felt that a person's hand could shock him.

want to see him.

Ye Zhixing silently reduced the picture, leaned back on the chair, looked at the white ceiling with deep blue eyes, every point of Fang Xiuting seemed to grow on the point of his heart, even a simple hand made him His mouth was parched.

He really looks like a young boy.

The corners of Ye Zhixing's lips hooked slightly, and the gentle ripples of the Aegean Sea in the sun appeared in his eyes, and he sat upright again and looked at the time.

It is estimated that Fang Xiuting's side will be around six o'clock in the evening, and he is not sure whether Fang Xiuting is still busy, so he only sent a message to Fang Xiuting.

[Mr. Ye]: Very beautiful, are you still busy?Can you let me know if you're not busy?

There was no reply as expected, so Ye Zhixing rang the ringtone and ordered his assistant to order lunch and start working again.

Fang Xiuting was woken up by the alarm clock, and after turning off the alarm clock, Ye Zhixing's news was hanging at the top, which suddenly woke him up who was still a little sleepy.

Without hesitation, he opened the WeChat interface and sent a message to Ye Zhixing: I am not very busy today, I was just catching up on sleep, and now I just woke up.

He didn't wait for the news from Ye Zhixing, but a voice call invitation.

As soon as Fang Xiuting connected the phone, he heard the sound of paper pages turning and Ye Zhixing's melodious and magnetic voice: "Hello, Xiuting."

"Mr. Ye, hello." Fang Xiuting lay on the bed, smiling lazily, his voice was a bit hoarse because he just woke up, and it was even more attractive through the electromagnetic.

Ye Zhixing's signing hand paused for a moment, the flowing handwriting was a little clogged, but it immediately returned to its original state: "Have you had dinner yet?"

"No, I'm still an authentic Chinese. Even if Western food is extravagant, I don't think it's delicious like porridge and pickles. I miss Chinese food so much!"

"I'll make it for you when you come back."

"Oh, Mr. Ye's words made me want to go back to China even more. I really don't want to work hard here for a second."

"Can I go home early?"

"No way." Fang Xiuting sighed, turned over on the bed, and changed to lying on his stomach with his chin resting on his arm. "This time, many famous experts were invited, and as the representative of the Central District, I had to stay until the end. China's face."

Ye Zhixing handed the signed document to the secretary who came in with a shocked face, and tapped the black Bluetooth headset with his finger, signaling the secretary to go out quickly.

The secretary hurriedly picked up the documents and walked away, even the eight centimeter high heels were worn by her as if they were running shoes.

After the assistant left, Ye Zhixing turned off the Bluetooth headset and put the phone to his ear, "How long will it take before returning to China?"

"What? Are you coming to pick up the plane?"

"Of course, I haven't seen you for so long, I miss you very much."

The explicit yearning clung to the electromagnetic field and reached the other side of the ocean, lingering in Fang Xiuting's ears.

Fang Xiuting lowered his eyes and fell silent. The two breaths were tens of thousands of kilometers apart, and the unreasonable ambiguity and affection made people intoxicated.

"I miss you too, Mr. Ye."

As if to admit defeat, Fang Xiuting moved away the hand that was resting on his chin, and buried himself in the pillow. He said a simple sentence very solemnly, like a hymn sung by a choir, sacred and solemn.

Ye Zhixing felt like he was watching a fireworks show, the warm and brilliant colors bewitched all his sanity, he wanted to fly directly to the other side of the ocean at this moment, and kiss the person who responded to his thoughts.

He's not an impulsive person, but he can't be called calm now, and the vent of missing love has not weakened at all, but has become more intense.

It's like a fire is burning in my heart, only the person on the other side of the ocean is the clear water to extinguish this flame.

"Fang Xiuting, I want to see you."

Ye Zhixing murmured in a low voice, it was the first time he called Fang Xiuting's name together, solemnly and cautiously, it fell into Fang Xiuting's ears through the electromagnetism that connects the two ends of the earth, smashed into the bottom of his heart, and stirred up thousands of waves.