Eternal Burning

Shang Lu looked at me quietly and didn't answer for a while. His eyes were dark, and the corners of his mouth were pressed down, looking unhappy.

You just asked me if I knew what that meant? I know. There is a smile on my lips, congratulations, your son has grown up, Mr. Shang.

boom!

The door of the office was slammed open recklessly, and Shang Muxiao rushed in in a hurry, glanced at the situation in the room, gasped and stood in front of me.

What are you doing with him? He is like a wild shòu with fried hair, every pore on his body is full of vigilance.

Shang Lu probably didn't like looking up, so he stood up, straightened his clothes that weren't messy, and said, I don't need your consent to find anyone. The withdrawal application has been signed, you can do whatever you want in the future, and I will not care about you. But you heard me clearly, he approached Shang Muxiao, stared into his eyes, and said word by word, If you fail, even if you cry and beg me, don't even think about coming back.

Shang Muxiao didn't hesitate for even a second, and sneered at the conditions.

Don't worry, no one will beg you.

Shang Lu declined to comment, lowered his eyes, nodded at me, and strode away with a blank expression.

The door was closed again, and Shang Muxiao stared at the door, as if he wanted to burn it through.

How did you come? I got up and picked up the cup of Shang Lu's untouched coffee, put it aside, and planned to wash it later.

Your assistant told me. Shang Muxiao said behind him, what did he tell you?

He apologized to me. I walked back to my desk and sat down, saying that I had admitted the wrong person back in the past year, I felt offended, and I was very embarrassed.

He followed: How did you answer?

How did you answer?

I don't know why: of course I forgive him. Is it possible that I have to remember this for the rest of my life?

Shang Muxiao's face was full of disbelief: I apologized so many times for that incident and you didn't forgive me, he just apologized to you once and you forgive him?

After finishing the handout, I looked up at him: Do you think I am too lenient towards him and too strict towards you?

He pursed his lips and did not speak, but his expression was bright and that was what he felt.

Because you didn't mean to apologize. Although I don't think Shang Lu's apology is intentional, but... who cares.

I sent a message to Yu Xixi and told her to go directly to the classroom without waiting for me. Holding up my crutches, I gave Shang Muxiao the things I used in class and asked him to hold it for me.

I have fifteen minutes to go to class, please send me to the next class.

Getting angry, he still followed me out of the office obediently.

Ever since I learned of his identity as a representative of Xiao, it seems like I have cleared the whole body, and I have gradually mastered the trick to control him - a tiger made of paper, fierce on the surface, but in fact, as long as you scratch his chin, he will Turn over and expose your belly to you.

Walking one after the other, Shang Muxiao's low voice suddenly sounded in the quiet corridor: Give me one more chance, I won't take you back if you kill me.

It is a pity that many things do not have another chance.

I just pretended that I didn't hear it, didn't look back, and kept walking forward. Went to the door of the classroom, took the handout from him, thanked him, and went in.

When the bell rang, he looked up and saw him again in the back row of the classroom.

I ignored him and went to class as usual.

In the evening, representative Xiao came with information.

[Why doesn't an apology work? 】

【Apologize to whom? 】

【the person I like. 】

【Do you have someone you like? 】

【Um. What's the best way to apologize if you did something wrong? 】

You can't take shortcuts, you have to think about it yourself.

【That's a pity...】

【? 】

[I like you quite a bit, Mr. Xiao. 】

【? ? ? ? 】

Chapter 62 Good night, my gem

There was no reply for a long time, as if he was dizzy by this information.

Before he could reply, I put down my phone and went to take a shower. When I came back, I found that there were already many unread messages.

【What do you mean? 】

【What kind of liking do you say? 】

【what do you like about me? 】

【Is it because I made you stand up again? 】

【Because of the exoskeleton? 】

【What about people? ? 】

I went back unhurriedly.

[It means literally. 】

The other party replied in seconds, and I was surprised that he had such a fast typing speed.

【No, you can't like me! 】

But soon, the message was retracted. After a while, he sent another tone that didn't seem so strong.

[You don't like me before you meet me? 】

【You have an interesting soul. 】

[Quasimodo is also very interesting. 】

[I like whatever you look like, appearance is not important. If you were Quasimodo,

I would like to be your Esmeralda. 】

Shang Muxiao didn't reply for a long time. I went to the kitchen to take a look, but the lights were dimmed and I couldn't see anything.

Leaning against the window, he observed the opposite side from a street lamp outside, imagining how anxious Shang Muxiao should be at this time, tossing and turning, the depression accumulated because of him in the past few months gradually dissipated.