The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

 Chapter 1094 Fireman vs Cartoonist 37

 “Do you really not remember, or do you just don’t want to know me?”

Outside the hospital, it was like a dark wind and snow, and the sky was low.

Pedestrians looked anxious and were coming and going in a hurry.

A long while.

Zhou Shu turned his face sideways: "My memory isn't that bad."

The heart was like a piece of sparkling water that had been unscrewed and exploded with a loud bang.

Lin Zhi'an's eyes turned red: "Then why do you keep acting like you don't recognize me?"

She couldn't even say thank you.

It seems that he doesn't like others coming near him.

"What can I say." Zhou Shu's eyes moved from the heavy snow outside the hospital gate to Lin Zhi'an again, his tone was low and calm, "It has been so long, and I am very relieved that you are safe now."

Lin Zhi'an opened her mouth, but couldn't speak.

The look on his face, the curvature of his lowered eyes, the tone of his voice.

at this second.

Complete embodiment.

It's no longer as futile as before.

One day.

He hit the ground running.

"Then! Then!" Gu Qingqing said in surprise, "He also recognized you, and you guys separated again?"

"Otherwise." Lin Zhi'an said to himself, "What else can we do."

But it seems that the story is not over yet.

Lin Zhi'an still draws comics and goes to work every day. Although he occasionally thinks of Zhou Shu's injuries and feels a little guilty, wondering if he is okay...

But there was no contact information, he didn't leave it, and she couldn't ask.

Are you making a special trip to the board game store?

Lin Zhi'an was afraid that the other party would think that he was a harasser, so he suppressed the idea and had no choice but to let it go.

After that, I didn’t dare to drive much. I only dared to take a short spin on the road near my home. Once I was driving home from a supermarket I often visited, and I seemed to see a blue Lamborghini on the road.

Very familiar.

Someone was downstairs to pick her up numerous times. Lin Zhi'an looked sideways again, and saw that the red light had passed, and vehicles were passing by in a steady stream. What he had just seen seemed to be just a phantom.

Lin Zhi'an blinked.

Almost forgotten.

She calculated silently.

From the distance in my memory of my ex-boyfriend’s company, to her home.

It's perfect.

You can't hit it with eight poles! Sun Wukong has to do some more somersaults!

At that time, Wei Chengze drove for a long time from the company to her home. We met at seven o'clock in the evening and started looking forward to it at five o'clock.

Now it's a happy distance.

Will time be the medicine that heals everything?

Lin Zhi'an blinked a few times again, then raised the corners of his mouth, gestured, and drove home happily, humming a tune.

No matter how happy I am, I still have to submit the manuscript at the end of the month.

The macho editor asked her to come to the company.

[I am afraid of the club, can you not go...]

[I have no money, can I not be paid? 】

Lin Zhi'an was sad and angry.

【I’m going! 】

…

Chunhe Website Group Headquarters.

Sunny day.

"Why do you act like a thief every time you come here?"

Lin Zhi'an took off her glasses: "I told you I'm afraid of society. Otherwise, why do you think I graduated as a cartoonist instead of a speaker?"

"The company is afraid that it's your first time meeting you like this." The macho editor shrugged, accepted Lin Zhi'an's thick pile of manuscripts, and sighed, "The resources have not been very good in the past few months..."

"I know." Lin Zhi'an nodded and sat at his desk.

The macho editor turned his sliding chair, leaned over and lowered his voice hesitantly.

"Now Chunhe has allocated many of the resources originally given to you to one person in the seventh department. If it doesn't work, you should talk to the editor. If you don't fight for some things, they will really be gone..."