Chapter 1941 Don't Think About It, Never Forget It (Forty-Seven)

Jiang Zhuoheng was still standing where he was. He turned around, looked at Su Yan, and at the girl on his back. When Su Yan found his car and the lights came on, he sighed deeply and helplessly.

Why!

Like is like, dislike is not like, no matter who comes first, is it true?

I have touched the sky and the earth, but I cannot touch you.

Jiang Zhuoheng suddenly thought of the lyrics in a song, and he pursed his lips bitterly.

Su Yan stuffed Mi Xiao into the back seat, and Mi Xiao lay sideways on the seat, her petite body curled up, motionless, but still muttering something.

It seems that he is still complaining, complaining about him.

Su Yan was still standing outside the car with his feet bent, and his upper body was inside the car. He looked at Mi Xiao and bent his lips.

It was this feeling that made him very comfortable.

No matter how dissatisfied she is, no matter how much she doesn't like it, no matter how much she doesn't want to do it, she knows her duty and will still try her best to complete it.

Distinguish the severity.

Today, he investigated her working situation in Rongsheng for more than 20 days. In fact, there is basically no need to investigate, just look at her two work notes and the post-it notes on the table that are changed every day.

She's humble, hard-working, and unassuming.

He didn't know what it felt like, and he didn't know what he wanted to do. He thought some things should just go with the flow.

Yes, then let it be.

As if he had figured out a problem, Su Yan felt extremely relaxed. He got out of the car with his upper body, closed the door, and opened the driver's seat.

Get in the car, start the car, and drive away.

The cool wind is rustling, but what is even cooler is the human heart, her heart.

Xin Yanting, who was standing at the gate of the clubhouse, shivered as she watched the black car disappear into the night.

Her eyes were empty, she didn't know what she was still looking at, he was not in front of her eyes, he gently led others away.

"Is he the one you've always liked?"

Jesse, who was standing behind Xin Yanting, pondered for a while, and finally spoke.

Xin Yanting pursed her lips, and looked at the direction Su Yan's car left, "Yes, I have always liked him, and there is no way not to like him."

She made no secret of her inner feelings, which she could not hide.

She likes that man named Su Yan very much, he has a clean face, deep eyes, slightly curly black hair, long and thick eyelashes...

Sunshine seems to have been bought by him, following him all the time.

Irresistible, irresistible.

Jesse was not surprised by Xin Yanting's answer. He looked at her and said, "You can try to move forward."

"I tried it, but I can't see anything, it's foggy." Xin Yanting withdrew her gaze, turned her head to look at Jesse, with a hint of bitterness hanging from the corner of her mouth.

It's been almost five years. During these five years, she has always reminded herself to look forward. If Su Yan doesn't love her, Su Yan won't belong to her.

But the heart is no longer her own, she can't control it at all, she can't control it.

"Look again." Jessie suddenly reached out, grabbed Xin Yanting's shoulder, and gently turned her body around again, turning to look forward.

At the same time, he himself took a step forward, and his tall body stood in front of Xin Yanting, breaking into her sight.

"Eh!" Xin Yanting raised her head, looked at Jesse, and was stunned.

Jessie smiled and said, "Actually, love is like the road of life. You feel that the road you choose at the beginning is too long and you can't see the end no matter how you walk, but you can try to choose the fork road you encounter along the way. It’s not necessarily worse than that.”