Why does she feel like she is reborn and I will confess my feelings?

"It's so late, why don't you stay here at night?"

In the evening, Luo Xijun went home from work.

Because she was busy today, Luo Xijun also worked overtime in the company for a while, and it was very late when she returned home.

She looked up at Song Zimo, hesitated and spoke.

At this time, the expression on her face pretended to be calm, but her pretty face was slightly hot.

Although he is his own driver, he is still a little kid.

However, she was a little panicked for no reason.

"Sister Luo, are you trying to covet my manhood? I can tell you, I'm not such a casual person......"

Song Zimo looked at Luo Xijun and immediately pretended to exaggerate and ridiculed.

"Your skin is itchy, isn't it?" Luo

Xijun's expression stiffened, and she immediately raised her beautiful eyes like autumn water and glared at her.

To be honest, that night at the bar, the two had a drink.

She leaned her head on Song Zimo's shoulder, snuggled into his arms, and even in the end, she was drunk and unconscious.

If Song Zimo had taken her to the hotel at that time and really did something to her, she would not have been too repulsed.

After all, at that time, she was also mentally prepared.

However, after that impulse, and now recalling the embarrassment at that time, she felt a little annoyed and angry.

Especially Song Zimo, a guy who owes her mouth, mentions it from time to time, which makes her feel even more impulsive to beat people.

"Just kidding, Sister Luo, don't be angry...... It's been hours before dinner, I'll make you some supper, and go to bed early after eating.

"I'll stay with you when you fall asleep and then leave, don't take sleeping pills, although at first, it will be very uncomfortable and painful not to eat, but I believe you will be able to persevere."

Song Zimo hurriedly apologized, and then came to the kitchen to make a supper for her.

Song Zimo was busy in the kitchen, and Luo Xijun leaned against the kitchen door and watched.

On the beautiful face, the corners of the mouth are slightly upturned, revealing a faint smile.

"I can't see it, I'm so skilled at cooking, or ...... In addition to being my driver, you will also work part-time as my male nanny?"

After a while, Luo Xijun said in a half-joking, half-serious tone.

"Sister Luo, can you not get an inch? I only sell my art, not my body...... You don't want to take care of me and control my life freedom......"

Song Zimo's expression froze, and he hurriedly expressed his attitude.

"Phew, who's going to keep you stinky and shameless guy, that's narcissistic.

Luo Xijun's pretty face stiffened, and she scolded with a smile.

She also knew it couldn't be.

After all, in another month, he will be going to college.

He has his own life, and he has his own life.

The lives of the two are just an intersection at this point in time.

Ten years later, look back at the past.

Perhaps, everyone who appeared in life before, except for a few who have worked hard to remember, is just a hurried passerby in life.

Alas,

Luo Xijun thought of this, and couldn't help sighing, feeling an inexplicable loss.

The late-night snack was delicious.

At least that's what Luo Xijun thinks, it's better than the working meals she eats in the company.

After eating supper, he lay on the bed and chatted with Song Zimo who was sitting on a chair.

This feeling, Luo Xijun's heart suddenly felt very good and warm.

Seem...... She remembered that it had been a long, long time since she had experienced such feelings.

Until...... A faint smile hung on her lips as she fell asleep.

Song Zimo saw that Luo Xijun, the female president who was difficult to serve, finally fell asleep, so he breathed a sigh of relief, got up and left.

Originally, when he was at Luo Xijun's house, Song Zimo still felt very sleepy.

However, after coming out of her house, she was blown by the night wind.

Suddenly, it seemed less sleepy.

Song Zimo did not go home, but raised his feet and went to the bar.

The day before yesterday, that night by the Huangpu River, I ruthlessly found out the relationship with Li Yanyan.

Song Zimo didn't expect that Li Yanyan would fall into such a deep position that he would even throw himself into the river.

Although, in the end, she finally accepted the reality, but Song Zimo knew in her heart that she must still be very uncomfortable.

I want to completely forget the past and forget the green wolf...... I'm afraid it will take a long time to smooth it out.

The bar has not closed yet, or at this point in time, it is the most popular time period for nightclubs such as bars and song halls.

When I arrived at the bar, I came to Lee Yeon-yan's office.

"Mr. Li......" Li

Yanyan sat on the chair, looking out the window in a daze.

It seems that even Song Zimo walked in, but he didn't notice it.

Song Zimo shouted softly.

"Xiaomo, are you here?

Li Yanyan's delicate body trembled slightly and came back to her senses.

Then, her beautiful eyes fell on Song Zimo, smiled and said.

It's just that the smile looks more or less far-fetched.

"Mr. Li, I'm sorry for beating you before...... At that time, I was impulsive......"

Song Zimo looked at Li Yanyan, remembering that he was angry and beat her the night before, and his heart was also full of guilt.

After all, the whole thing, is caused by oneself.

Sometimes, Song Zimo thinks in his heart.

If that night ...... I didn't follow Wang Shuangyi and went to the masquerade ball.

Maybe that wouldn't have happened.

"The past is in the past...... I forgot, you little rabbit, why did you deliberately mention it.

Li Yanyan shook her head and said to Song Zimo pretending to be relaxed.

Really, have you forgotten?

Maybe...... Only she knows it in her own heart.

Li Yanyan's voice fell, and the whole room was quiet again.

Only outside the room, the roar of DJs on the dance floor could be heard.

"Come out for a walk with me.

After a while, Li Yanyan glanced at Song Zimo and got up to stand up.

Song Zimo didn't speak, and walked towards the outside of the bar with Li Yanyan.

It was late at night and the bar was brightly lit.

The cigarette mix with the smell of fine wine stimulates the nerves of those who enjoy night clubbing.

Men and women, swaying and writhing on the dance floor, venting their emotions.

Outside the bar, it's quiet.

There are very few pedestrians on the road.

Only one vehicle can be seen from time to time.

Walking on the road at the door, Li Yanyan was wearing a windbreaker and his hands were in his pockets.

Song Zimo was walking beside her, and under the withered yellow street lamp, the shadows of the two were stretched for a long time.

He walked forward, and no one spoke.

"Mr. Li, in addition to coming to see you tonight, there is one more thing I want to tell you.

Finally, Song Zimo turned his head to look at Li Yanyan, hesitated and spoke.

"What's the matter?" asked

Li Yanyan with a smile when she turned her head to look at it.

The evening breeze blew, and a naughty bundle of hair swept across her cheeks and fell onto her lips.

She raised her hand and casually teased it, hung it behind her ear, and waited quietly.

"Mr. Li, I'm leaving. "

Although, it's hard to speak.

But Song Zimo knew in his heart that there were some things that still had to be said ...... after all