Who is the white moonlight these days? We are just following the plot

Three years later.

Today is the day Ji Xingyao graduates with a master's degree. Wen Yuan postponed two meetings and booked the next flight from Hai City to the capital.

After leaving the airport, Wen Yuan held the graduation bouquet that her secretary had ordered in advance and asked the driver to take her to school.

As a political center, the capital does not have the high-rise buildings that are lined up in the city, but its profound sense of history and culture is unmatched by any other city in the country.

When "Xingyuan Media" was first established, Wen Yuan chose Hai City as the office location, while Ji Xingyao stayed in the capital to study for a master's degree. They were no longer inseparable like before.

As the company's business expanded, Wen Yuan's schedule became very busy.

It has been two months since they last met and had hotpot together.

Ji Xingyao’s graduation is such a big event, so of course she has to be there.

Before getting off the car, the secretary asked her:

"Boss Wen, I have an interview with the general assistant scheduled for 4pm tomorrow. Do we need to postpone it?"

Wen Yuan raised his wrist and the hands of Patek Philippe stopped at one o'clock.

She is flying to Hai City at 8 o'clock in the evening. There will be a ribbon-cutting ceremony tomorrow morning. She will return to the company after the ceremony. The interview should be fine.

She usually doesn't take charge of interviews, but this time we're recruiting a general assistant position for her, so we still need her to take a look.

"Okay, remember to remind me tomorrow."

After saying that, Wen Yuan got out of the car.

The white Alpha was not conspicuous among the various vehicles. Wen Yuan, wearing a light blue suit, nude Jimmychoo high heels, flawless makeup, and a decent smile, was extremely dazzling as he walked in the crowd.

It’s graduation season and there are a lot of people in school.

There are parents, good friends, and mentors.

Wen Yuan came to the school auditorium with ease and found Ji Xingyao on the lawn outside the auditorium.

Ji Xingyao, the center of attention, was wearing a master's gown and holding at least five bouquets of flowers in her hands.

The small face, which is as big as a palm, is made to look even more delicate by the colorful flowers.

Many people took photos with Ji Xingyao, including classmates, younger classmates and fans.

Ji Xingyao is now an online blogger with 10 million followers. Because of the high-quality short video content, he has won the annual Internet celebrity gold award for two consecutive years.

"Excuse me, my family is here. Can we take pictures later?"

Ji Xing spotted Wen Yuan from a distance, immediately greeted the fans, and ran towards her.

Wen Yuan wanted to hand the flowers to her right away, but her arms were full of flowers and she couldn't hold any more.

"Big blogger, you're really popular."

As the first fan of Ji Xingyao's account, Wen Yuan witnessed the entire process of her account's development step by step.

"President Wen, please stop teasing me. Are these flowers for me?"

Ji Xingyao's eyes fell on the fiery red Ecuadorian rose: "It's so beautiful, I love it so much."

She found a bench, put down the colorful flowers in her hand, and solemnly took the flowers from Wen Yuan.

"This brand costs at least five figures, why waste it like this?"

Having said that, her expression betrayed her inner feelings; she was clearly very fond of it.

Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Of course the one I give to you is the best."

Ji Xingyao buried his head in the rose and took a deep breath.

When she looked up, she found that there was a Hermès diamond bracelet hidden in the flower.

This is the graduation gift Wen Yuan prepared for her.

"Wow~ It's another day of being kept."

In recent years, Ji Xingyao has become immune to Wen Yuan's lavish spending behavior.

There is a collection room in her apartment with two rows of large cabinets filled with all kinds of valuable gifts, almost all of which were given by Wen Yuan.

Wen Yuan took out the bracelet and put it on her.

The chain is just the right size, and the diamonds are stunningly beautiful against her snow-white skin.

Ji Xingyao raised her wrist and admired the bracelet in the sunlight. The gifts Wen Yuan chose always touched her heart.

"What do you want to eat tonight?"

"Let's go to the Locke spaceship."

This is a futuristic and technological restaurant that recently opened in the capital. As a blogger, Ji Xingyao needs to check in at popular restaurants frequently to increase his shooting materials.

Occasionally, she also does restaurant reviews.

"Okay, when you're done, let's go together."

Ji Xingyao sat with Wen Yuan for a while and was called away by his classmates.

"Xingyao, let's go and take a group photo."

"Hey, here we come."

Wen Yuan waved at her: "Go ahead, my car is outside, call me when you're done."

After Ji Xingyao left, Wen Yuan saw that it was still early, so he walked around the campus alone.

Her alma mater has also witnessed her youth and hard work.

Before I knew it, I arrived at the back mountain.

That year, she and Ji Xingyao were hit by a meteorite and their lives were in danger. She bound herself to the system and traveled to the Taifeng Dynasty.

Five years have passed since I returned from the Taifeng Dynasty.

When he occasionally thinks of it, Wen Yuan feels like it was a dream.

Sometimes, in the dead of night, her belly would bounce gently, as if someone had kicked her from the inside.

The baby who died prematurely and whom Wen Yuan never met still tugs at her heartstrings.

Ever since the system agreement was lifted, the system electromagnetic waves have never appeared in my mind again.

Wen Yuan's occasional mood swings would quickly calm down.

If it weren't for the sight of the mountain behind, which brought back memories, Wen Yuan would have not thought about the past for a long time.

The campus is very big. After walking around for a while, Wen Yuan decided to go out.

Her mailbox was full of emails, so she took this opportunity to deal with some.

The leaves of the sycamore trees above my head were lush and blocked out the bright afternoon sun.

Suddenly someone blocked her way.

Wen Yuan looked up and saw a sad frog doll standing in front of her.

Before she could say anything, Sad Frog handed her a balloon.

Only then did Wen Yuan realize that the Sad Frog was holding a bunch of pink balloons.

The balloons appear to be of very good quality, large and flowing, with beautiful shapes.

It should be an event organized by a school club, or a marketing strategy of a business.

Generally, advertisements are printed on the balloons.

"Thank you, but no thanks." Wen Yuan politely declined.

The Sad Frog paused slightly as it stretched out its hand, holding it up awkwardly.

Wen Yuan was afraid that he would be embarrassed, so he simply took it and said, "Thank you for the balloon."

Sad Frog shook his head.

"Goodbye."

Wen Yuan carried the balloon and walked towards the school gate.

What she didn't see was that behind her, the Sad Frog kept watching her until Wen Yuan's figure was submerged in the crowd.

Outside the auditorium, after taking graduation photos with her classmates and tutors, Ji Xingyao was puzzled by the pile of bouquets.

There were too many bouquets for her to carry them all by herself.

These were gifts from classmates and fans, and she felt bad about throwing them here and wasting other people's kindness.

After thinking about it, Ji Xingyao called a runner on the phone and asked him to help deliver it to the apartment.

While sitting on a bench waiting for her errand to be run, a puppet hesitantly came up to her.

"Hi." Ji Xingyao greeted warmly.

The sad frog stood there stupidly for a long time, as if it was frozen in time.

As a big internet celebrity, Ji Xingyao has seen all kinds of fans, but she just treats her as a shy fan.

"Would you like to take a photo?" Ji Xingyao asked.

The Sad Frog shook his head and suddenly gave her all the pink balloons in his hand.

"Give it all to me?" Ji Xingyao subconsciously took the balloon: "How much is it? I'll transfer it to you."